Creativity
Art work - Christy Grade 6
A few extracts from our Creative Writing Exploration...
Creativity
A short transcript by Sadie L, Grade 7.
What is being creative?
Every day, we wake up, go to school, and come home without ever thinking past what is right in front of us. What the naked eye sees. But what is right in front of us? Is it what we think it is? Is it even really there? Every day we live and learn, yet don’t learn to ask ourselves.
Why?
We don’t question the tiny bubbles we have made for ourselves over time. We are not creative in thinking outside of ourselves.
And that is why, creativity to me, is just that.
Thinking outside of the box. Outside of ourselves.
Questioning everything around me.
And turning that into me.
Making that my art. Because that is what art is. It's what you have discovered yourself to be. It is you, with all of the lines drawn in.
It is you in colour.
A thing that a lot of people do ask is
“why am I even here? Why, in this huge universe was I even created in the first place? Am I really so insignificant and unimportant?”
This, to me, is an undeniable truth. But not to other people. The human race has an undying thirst for discovery. We try to discover as much as we can about the world around us, even if that means uprooting ourselves from all of our previous beliefs and knowledge. We start to question everything. But when you question something- something big- like why you were created in the universe in the first place, you always need something to tie you down. Something you find solace in. For me, that is writing and reading and drawing. Some people do not find that solace- that window for creativity, they have nothing to express their feelings with.
They think they have nothing.
But everyone has creativity. Everyone has that little window of light inside of them, even if it is hard to find.
It is like we are all rocks, geodes, with gems inside of us. We have to find those gems, those hidden treasures inside of us, and polish them. That can be hard, but once we do, we find creativity.
We find ourselves.
Larry told the whole army of the Tirans that the time has come and we needed to plan our sneak attack on the castle of the White Prince. They planned for hours, night and day until the day of June 16th at 6:00 on a tryday. Two main squads waited in the forest just in front some flying horses of 100 sunk some soldiers in and broke the gate door and they charged into a ready evil army. From then on it was bloody chaos. JJ was really skilled and killing cyclops and witch’s left and right. Then he faced the man himself he had his staff and JJ went for the first move "Cling, clang, clong!". Grunts and talking animals destroying the evil army with the power of the god Thorrank of Battle they killed tons of evil enemies then the prince was slain. Then all the animals trapped in stone came back to life and the ice went to grass and there were bird calls and trees and animals screaming of joy. The Tirans will be happy for now. Larry told JJ he had to go back home, he then found himself in the bathroom with his bag and went to class and next time the call comes he knows what to expect and how to be ready and strong and can't wait for that moment.
Josh L
Before there was anything, all there was was a empty void of nothing. No noise, yet still not silent. No worlds, no air, no nothing. There was only one thing, one entity called The One Who Creates. See in this universe she is the only one who does not follow the biggest rule of reality, ‘No one can create something out of nothing, to do so is to surpass the power of The One Who Creates’. The One Who Creates, no doubt a name that has meaning. She is the one who weaves the baskets that hold our worlds, she sews the fabric of reality,
She Creates...
Piper MF
I feel the scalpel get closer and closer. They don’t look at me, or notice me, or even glance at me. An indescribable staggering and piercing pain starts at my abdomen and spreads throughout my body. ‘I'M STILL AWAKE STOP THE SURGERY’ I yell. Nobody can hear me. At this point I knew something was wrong with the surgery. I can feel them physically move my organs. The pain was excruciatingly tormenting as every second was consuming me. I only had one thought at this time. One wish, it was for something to go worse. I prayed his hand would slip, mabey pierce an artery and my heart would stop, because I have never wanted anything more than for this burning pain to be over. I was paralysed, trapped In a torturous hell with devils cutting into my abdomen and moving organs around and with the loudest of the screams no doctor could hear me. The anaesthesia did not work.’
Avery R
Hi my name is Lukas Pillage. I am 13. I have two extremely nice parents and I get okay grades in school. I have a few friends. My life is okay. Of course something has to come along that totally turns my world upside down. One night I had excruciating pain in my back. As if someone had cut it open with a knife and gutted it. I woke up in the morning with an odd feeling. When I looked in the mirror, I found that I grew two large metal wings. They felt like extra limbs. And when I flexed a specific muscle, a row of sharp metal feathers shot out. I went to show my parents. They remained in confusion for a good five minutes before telling me they had something important to discuss. They told me I was adopted.
Luca M
Art Work - Joseph, Grade 6