A Mod C about Mrs Dalloway

In the 2018 sample paper which was published to give people an idea of what this mysterious new 'Craft of Writing' Module might be about, one question suggested that students could be asked to draw on the OTHER modules - i.e. not Module C. So if you had done Mrs Dalloway and The Hours for... Continue Reading →

Transformed Outlook: Imaginative

This task is from James Ruse Agricultural High School, the (ooh-err) toppest state school in the HSC ranklings. I tutor a few of their Year 12s and they were kind enough to show me their Module C task, which I've had a go at here. Here's the question: Use the image below as the inspiration... Continue Reading →

The Net

The 2021 HSC paper offered students this characteristically miserable image, and the instruction to 'Use the image provided to craft a central metaphor in a piece of imaginative, discursive or persuasive writing (for 10 marks). For another 10 marks you had to Evaluate how your study of figurative language in The Craft of Writing influenced... Continue Reading →

Quiet country

Above us, the Milky Way is a slash of sheer silver gossamer, studded with diamonds. The stars of other constellations are in sharp focus, stretching far out into the heavens. Two trains blaze past in the night, sirens and headlights blaring as the signal bells ring on the road next to us. They pierce the... Continue Reading →

White emptiness

Use the image above to write creatively about a character’s response to entering this unfamiliar setting for the first time. Simmo sat on a hard bench near the staircase, which was a wide thing with a strip of red carpet going up the centre. It looked like something a Disney princess would come floating down... Continue Reading →

Your world now

The 2020 Standard Module C question gave students 40 minutes to Write about a significant place. Begin with the words: This is my world now, and it can be yours too, if you like. A place can soak through your skin like sweat, and ooze into your heart and soul. Breathe it in and let me... Continue Reading →


Then, although it was still the end of the story, I put it at the beginning..., as if I needed to tell the end first in order to go on and tell the rest.  Lynda Davis * Rachel looked like a candle flame, even in her sleep. Outside, a single tent away, I could hear Leah, my... Continue Reading →

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