Queensland- A poem by me

Queensland- A poem by Zedekai

An exciting place

Warm and bright

As I hear the waves crashing down on the quiet beach,

I wonder, where is everyone on this peaceful evening?

Take a small sniff of the salty air, and you will realise that it’s amazing.

This is the place.

The place I feel good inside, relaxed and calm, but also excited.

This is the place. The place I want to be. This is Queensland.


Writing Task-The Mistake (1000 words!)

Oof! I land on my back, hard. I think I think I heard my bones cracking that time. I keep trying. I always do. Coach Jordan couldn’t even be bothered coming today, so I’m out here. Alone. In the rain. Sweat and rain poor down my face at the same time in buckets, but you can’t tell which one is which. I have been trying to master this kick; the bicycle kick for a long time now, I can’t keep track of how long. And I’ve never made it once. How does Ronaldo make it look so easy?


“Hey mum,” I say grumbling miserably. I slam the door behind me as I walk inside.

“Hey my soccer star, how did it go?” she asks me happily and excitedly. That’s weird about mum. Always happy, and gets things right all the time, first try. It’s like she has no problems. I wish I could be like her. I walk straight past her without answering. Her wide grin turns to just a hint of a smile. She knew I STILL had not made the kick yet. I take off my muddy ‘Manchester United’ jersey and my shorts and put them into the wash. I go upstairs and change into my pyjamas. I am still dirty, but I do not feel like having a shower or eating. I feel like I want to puke, fall into a hole that will open up on the ground to suck me up. Something…


The next day I do the same. Get a new jersey out, Neymar this time, and practice the kick again. Over and over. The first kick I did actually came closer than ever before. I actually made contact with the ball. That is an achievement for me. Am I mastering it, or is it just plain luck? I notice my friend Jack is watching me. Now, I would not say Jack is a good striker, I would say he is a GREAT striker. He has scored the most goals in this half of the season. He leads for the title by eight goals! He sometimes comes to watch me, but he has never asked me this before…

“Can I have a go?” he asks. I look at him puzzled and surprised.

“Sure, but I think you will fail,” I say, smiling smugly. He will fail. I know he will.


CLANG! Thoomp! The ball skids the back net.

“Crossbar goal,” Jack says, whooping, after scoring his forty-second bicycle kick goal in a row. He mastered it first try. How?

“We have a game tomorrow,” he says. “And I’m pumped,”

We are one of the best teams this season because of Jack. We are The Purple Dragons. Our fifth game is tomorrow. I’m excited.


Game 5: The Purple Dragons vs The Leprechauns. This team is good. They are all Irish.

We won. 2-0 Our way. Jack scored both the goals, but no bicycle kicks were scored.

Game 6: Purple Dragons vs Brunswick United FC. 3-1 our way. My other friend Bill scored 2 goals and assisted another goal, a header goal by Steve, but still, no bicycle kicks were scored.

Game 7: Purple Dragons vs The Cobras. It was a 2-2 draw. Their striker booted 2 goals past our goalie in the first half. We had an eye on winning that game, but I missed the penalty that would have given us the win. Jack scored a goal again, and Fred scored a goal too.

Game 8: Our last game, because of the BYE next week.

Jack comes towards me, limping. Why is he limping?

“Hey dude,” he says. “I hurt my leg. I can’t play,”

“W-What?” I stammer. “But you’re our best striker,”

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” He replies. He forces a weak smile. “You go, striker, just for this game,”

Whatever he says. Jack is my best friend, of course I will go striker for him.

The whistle blows. We kick off. Nothing happens most the game.  Some shots and attempts from both teams, but no goals. After the first half, it’s still 0-0.

*5 Minutes Later*

The whistle blows again. They kick off this time. Bill steals the ball and makes an attempt for goal. He shoots, but the keeper just saves it. It rolls over the sideline. Our corner. Bill is our best corner taker. He can bend the ball the best. He does an amazing curve, and I realise that I have a chance for a goal! A bicycle kick goal! It is coming straight at me. This is my chance to do a bicycle kick. I throw my body up and swing my leg forward hard. I make contact. I land on my back really hard. I rub it for a while. I look over at the opposition goal, but the ball is not there. Huh? I look at the players, their team’s players and my team’s players. They are gaping like fish. I turn my head slowly to look at our goals. The ball is in the goals! I AM HORRIFIED!  I had scored an own goal bicycle kick from the other side of the field. I can’t believe it. My team can’t believe it. 0-1 their way. Can we get this win back?


We have so many attempts and close shots. We try everything, but nothing works. No one passed to me the whole half. They hate me. I might lose the season for them; after all, this is the finals game. One goal will save us. One goal will take us to penalties. The three whistle blasts blow to signal the end of the game.

“Good job, bozo,” says Bill shoving past me.

“You made us lose loser!” Jim says.

I am rained with abuse from every player. I guess I deserve it. I did just lose the finals for our team. I see Jack walking off slowly with his crutches, shaking his head. I am so disappointed. I am such an idiot! What a mistake!




Writing-Show Not Tell

“GOOOOOALLLLL!” yelled the commentator. The whole stadium went up in loud cheers. Half the stadium stood up, screaming. My shoulders dropped. I let out a massive sigh and look down at my can of lemonade. As the ball flew into the net I knew that we would lose 2-1. Play on I guess… The ball was booted into the crowd, when I realised it was coming right at me! I got up and tried to catch it, but the person next to me, a fat man, got in front and snatched it out of my grasp before I could catch it. I slumped back into my seat and took a long, sighing sip of my lemonade.

ALL KIDS SHOULD PLAY SPORT-Moderated Writing Task by me


First, sport is proven to get people active and fit. The Centres of Disease control and Prevention recommend sports participation as a way to keep a healthy weight and keep active. They say that 80% of kids play on technology for at least 3 hours a week when they could be playing sport.


Next, schools support sport. You should go into sport with a positive attitude because you will be doing a lot of sport in most of your school years. They support it by organising things like P.E (Physical Education), Interschool Sports, martial arts programs and more! I do interschool sports and it really gets you active!


Third, most of the time, sport is fun. If you are with a team or on your own, either way, it is made for fun. If you win or lose, who cares? Sport is made for getting active, cultural reasons and for fun!


Furthermore, sport teaches you skills and strategies. Sport teaches things like teamwork, leadership and sportsmanship. In soccer, you need strategies to weave around other players; in footy you need a hard kick. In swimming you need to push your body to its limits to get your personal best and there are many more sports, don’t worry! There is a whole range of different sports for a range of different people. Don’t limit yourself!


Therefore, in conclusion, I think all kids should play sport because it gets you active, schools support it, its fun, it teaches you strategies and there are different sports for different people.  So, are you swayed? Because that is why I think all kids should play sport. Come on, tell your child to come on and give it a go!

The Magic Carpet-A pathetic life story


In Oakland, USA, my brother and I were playing Slither.io. We were going to go to the new op shop that is opening. It was opening at 12:00. We were playing Slither.io on my phone while we waited. I am 16 and my brother is 14.

“What time is it Atticus?” I asked him.

“11:50,” he replied. We had 10 minutes.

*10 minutes later…*

We stepped inside the warm shop. It was a freezing day so we were thankful that the building had heating. But something stood out. We both noticed a carpet in the corner. Compared to everything else that was shiny and new, this carpet looked antique. It was INCREDIBLY dusty and had a beautiful pattern on it. I wanted it. I asked the man at the counter how much it was. The strange man at the counter stared into my soul with his strange, bird-like eyes. “15.00. I’ll give it to you cheap because it’s been here for too long,” he said in a strange sad kinda voice. We took the carpet home and lay it on the living room floor. When our mum came home she was really happy. She liked the carpet, but said it needed a dust down. We did that, and now it looks brand new. I left the room for a glass of water. I could hear something as I was filling my glass. Yelling or something. I gulped down my water and rushed to the living room.


The carpet was floating with my brother on top of it, though he wasn’t yelling anymore. He was grinning. We have ourselves a magic carpet. People stared at us but we didn’t care. We flew for hours and hours before returning back home for dinner.

Remember that story The Bush boy well here’s the sequel. The last story.

Rick’s Story

By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

If you don’t know what has already happened…

Rick, Alisha and Billy were running from a rabid wolf. Or that’s what Billy thought. They had been running for so long, so Billy knelt down to catch his breath. He soon realises that Rick and Alisha are missing. Seriously? Now he has to survive in the jungle on his own with no food or water. Can he do it? Or will he perish without even reaching his 20’s?


“OK kids. It all started in 1938, when I was born. I was living the life. And get this? My parents were rich. I was going to grow up to be a nice, rich young man. Until the fire came. It was caused mysteriously. Still, to this day, no one knows who caused the fire,” Rick said.

“Anyway. We didn’t all survive. Obviously I did, but my father didn’t. My mother was in tears, staring into the leaping, climbing flame. As she cried, I also stared into the charred black remains of our house. I was just born, so I had no idea what was going on. Before I knew it, my mother was sprinting, with me cradled in her arms. Now this part I remember clearly. She put me in a river and let me slowly float away. She was crying, waving sadly and slowly slipping away from me. I was still young, but here I knew that I would never see her again,” Rick looked off into the distance, at the smoking volcano on the mountain.

“What happened next Rick?” Alisha asked excitedly.

“Well, I was picked up by a pack of lions. They taught me how to be brave and strong. Soon, I was barrelling around the jungle on all fours, roaring.

Then, when I was old enough, I left the lions to survive on my own. So, when I was being chased by some huge iguana, I was taken in by the apes. They were a lot like humans. I soon learned the way of the human. They also taught me how to run, swing, jump and climb. I soon became very fast at running, strengthening my legs more and more every day. The only part I don’t know is how I learnt to talk. I first used to use grunts and hand gestures, then I started using words to communicate. Then I decided I will start to save other’s lives; by listening for help calls. My first rescue was a 10-year-old boy. I think he was trapped in a cave, with a little hole at the top that he couldn’t reach.

I swung there, on the branches of the trees, and climbed up the cave wall, just fitting through the hole. I grabbed the boy and climbed with him in my arms, through the hole. As I was saving him he told me that he and his parents had been on a holiday, and they had come across the cave. Then they had heard some rocks collapsing, his parents had been close to the mouth of the cave, so they had run to safety. But the boy wasn’t quick enough. The parents never heard his help calls, so they had assumed he had died. He said that he had been in that cave for months, surviving on rainwater. Hi skin was pale, and he said he was starving. I quickly gave him some dragon fruit. He was very thankful. I swam him to a small town. He thanked me again and went to live a new life. I have picked up many people in my life time. But never picked u anyone like you two. You were the only ones that ended up sticking with me. You were the bravest people that I have picked up,” He said, smiling. “And I will never forget finding you two,”

“And we will never forget finding you Rick,” I said. “You are the bravest person I have ever met,”

“Come on, I am going to take you home,” said Rick.

We had been with Rick for months. I don’t know how to explain it. I remember where I had first met Rick. On the shore line of the beach. We hiked to the shore.

“I’ll walk from here,” I said. “Thank you,”

“I can walk from here too,” said Alisha. “Wait, do you live in Mulberry too?” asked Alisha.

“Yeah I do. I have never seen you around here,” I said, surprised.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” I said, a tear rolling down my cheek.

“Goodbye,” said Rick. He gave us both a giant hug.

He then ran up to a tree, hoisted himself up it, and swung away.

That was the last time I ever saw Rick Bones ever again.

(Remember that story, the bushman? Well here’s the sequel) NEW SEQUEL TO THIS STORY COMING SOON!!!!

The Bush Boy

By Zedekai Di Florio-Pulis

If you don’t know what has already happened…

Billy Wesley has been picked up by a crazy bushman, Rick Bones, and they have been wandering the bush ever since, saving people’s lives. They have also bought a young girl with them, Alisha Allen, who is REALLY annoying. She just wants to get back to her normal life, but also wants to stay alive. Her only option is to learn the ways of the bush people, and to stick with Rick and Billy. She just wants to stay around a bit longer, because if it wasn’t for Rick and Billy, she would only have one singular leg…


We smashed through the bush, our calves burning. We had been running for hours.

“Rick! I think it’s gone!” I yelled. I didn’t get an answer. It must mean stop. We were running from a huge rabid wolf. Buckets of sweat pouring from my forehead, my clothes drenched, as if they had just come out of the washing machine. My body heavy, I came to a slow stop. I slumped down against a tree. Something was wrong. Something was…missing. “Rick,” I turned around. Rick and Alisha were gone.


“Rick? Alisha? Where are you?!” I yelled through the whole jungle. I ran even more. It felt like an endless room, covered with green wallpaper and carpet. I think the wolf must have got them. I found a trail of some kind of dog’s footprints. Wolf footprints. It was going in the opposite direction to the way we ran. I ran and ran. But something made me top in my path. I found a wolf. It was the wolf that had been chasing us, I recognised the scar over its lip. I also saw that it was lying on the ground. I cautiously put my hand on its body. It wasn’t breathing. I also saw that it’s eyes had been gouged out. I stared into the two small holes of black abyss. Then I saw the knife. There was a knife with a woven leaf handle. At the end of it, it had a small tooth of some animal hanging of it. I pulled it from the wolf’s body. Trying not to make blood ooze everywhere. I recognised the knife. It was Rick’s. He had killed this wolf.


I ran past the wolf and spotted more clues, I found a rag, it had been ripped from a fabric. A dress. Alisha’s dress. The flowery pattern flashed in my mind. It had probably been torn on this branch, where I found it. Then I found a red bandana. Straight away, I knew his was Rick’s. I kept running I found a locket. It had an ‘A’ engraved on the front of it. It was a beautiful. This was Alisha’s, I remember seeing it around her neck the first time we met. I opened it with a small click. I saw two pictures; a man and a woman. I guessed they were Alisha’s parents. I had been running for hours and hours. Where the hell are they? I thought. I haven’t found any more signs of them. Oh, I’m so tired. I panted and panted. I stumbled over, I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes.




When I woke up, I felt like a zombie. The blinding sunlight shined in my eyes as soon as I woke up. My legs were stinging like mad.

“OW!” I yelled. My legs had been bitten by bugs. I grabbed a long leaf off a tree and wiped the blood of my leg, smearing some green substance on my leg from the broken leaf. I walked a bit further, and found an aloe vera plant. Thank you! I thought. I wiped some of it on my scabby bug bites. I walked on. I was really hungry, and also thirsty. I had to find food and water fast. I really felt like I was going to starve, then I saw the coconut. I scrambled up the tree as fast as lightning. I tried sweeping my arm and grabbing the coconut, but missed, and slid roughly down the tree. I tried again and again, but just couldn’t reach. I was starting to become hangry. I am so angry and hungry. I couldn’t take it! I jump the highest I have ever done before. I swiped the coconut and slammed back down on the ground, landing on my feet, slamming the hard ground beneath me. I grabbed the coconut and cracked it open against my knee. I didn’t care about the pain, all I cared about was the coconut. I slurped the cool coconut water down my throat, not even wasting a drop. I felt so much better.

“Ahh,” I said, relieved. I hadn’t had something to drink in a very long time. But I was still hungry. I searched and searched for food, and just as I was about to give up, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A mango tree. I grabbed all six of them and ate them slowly, savouring the delicious, sweet taste. After I had eaten all six, I kept searching for Rick and Alisha. I looked and looked more and more. Days passed, weeks. Maybe even months.

“Fire!” I heard people yelling. I ran to where they were. Finally, civilization. I ran straight to where they were and helped them put out the fire. When the smoke had cleared, I saw that I was in a small wilderness camp.



“Thank you so much!” I heard a young girl say. I recognised the voice. It was Alisha’s voice. I spun around as quickly as I could.

“Billy!” she said as she saw me. “I had no idea it was you,”

“I have been looking for you two for months, where did you go?” I asked. As I said that, Rick came from behind her. He looked at me sternly, with his deep, dark blue eyes.

“We have been looking for you everywhere too!” said Rick. I put my hands in my pockets.

“Yow!” I said. Rick’s knife. It was still in my pocket and it had given my finger a little cut. I handed the knife to him.

“Ahh. Thanks mate, thought I’d lost it, stabbing that wolf back there,” he said.

“Why did you run away? I’d thought I’d lost you and I’d have to live in the wild on my own, surviving 0n fruit and coconut water!” I said.

“That’s how I survived out here. Been out here twenty-nine long years,” He said.

“Rick, how did you get stranded out here?”