- Year
- 2022
- Type
- Assessment Task
Sample:
Title: 'Mother'
They say that time, as it grows old, teaches all things. Perhaps this is true, in part, yet despite knowledge, it is what humanity chooses to do with this that matters most.
This was all Gaia had ever known. This small rock hurtling through night they called ‘Earth’. She had learnt every crevice, traced every path, yet seemed to no longer recognise herself.
Her body was alien now, her skin deformed — there were bomb-shaped craters beneath her eyes where there should be forests, steel and concrete titans spewing acidic onyx clouds that unfurled with a hiss, shrouding the earth in darkness where there should have been mountains. Gaia looked to the skin stretched across her arm, worn and thin, and to the glistening bodies of water growing dry and cracked where her collarbone dipped.
Rolling hills and mountain folds canvassed the pane of Gaia’s stomach, the trees replaced with skyscrapers and fields with cities and sludge-painted streets. The flowers — an assortment of hyacinths, peonies, violets, and roses — threaded and tucked between her eyelashes had begun to wither and wilt, swallowed up by weeds.
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Title: 'Mother'
They say that time, as it grows old, teaches all things. Perhaps this is true, in part, yet despite knowledge, it is what humanity chooses to do with this that matters most.
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This was all Gaia had ever known. This small rock hurtling through night they called ‘Earth’. She had learnt every crevice, traced every path, yet seemed to no longer recognise herself.
Her body was alien now, her skin deformed — there were bomb-shaped craters beneath her eyes where there should be forests, steel and concrete titans spewing acidic onyx clouds that unfurled with a hiss, shrouding the earth in darkness where there should have been mountains. Gaia looked to the skin stretched across her arm, worn and thin, and to the glistening bodies of water growing dry and cracked where her collarbone dipped.
Rolling hills and mountain folds canvassed the pane of Gaia’s stomach, the trees replaced with skyscrapers and fields with cities and sludge-painted streets. The flowers — an assortment of hyacinths, peonies, violets, and roses — threaded and tucked between her eyelashes had begun to wither and wilt, swallowed up by weeds.
{continued}
