A Description of Life Under Lockdown
Written by Ms Newton Brown’s year 8 class
Life under lockdown
Written in the perspective of famous Australian author, Sonya Hartnett
Covid has invaded many suburbs and introduced itself to many people, it is like a stream that can’t be stopped and is coming closer and closer, but none of us want any of its water. We all hide in our homes like hermit crabs and stay away from other people like we are enemies, because in times of sickness like this, we are. Now the streets are abandoned every time the skies darken. Night no longer knows human beings, his only friends are the birds and strays that roam the streets under his light.
By Livy Fox
We are like chickens, only allowed out for an hour, on a leash that's five kilometres. Gates shut in the night. Everyone is withering away with the minimal human contact. But the virus still spreads, expanding its webs.
By Ari
We are prisoners, confined to our cells. Just because one person ate some soup. We will never know what would have happened if they felt like pizza instead. When the guards let us out, we hear the sky and the wind and the trees mocking us.
“We’re free,” they say.
“We can run and jump and enjoy the world!”
“Go away - it's not our fault! We hate this!” we whine.
We do what we want so we rebel. We leave the rules in our cells along with our jumpsuits. We meet our friends from other cells
By Xanthe
Day watched the smooth tar roads and admired its emptiness. Streets were as quiet as a statue. Day carried its circular lantern, the sun, brushing away puffs of clouds, watching walking superheroes. Day was too wise to know superheroes were masked men or women. He was curious to discover why no shops were open, no tram was crowded and no children wailing and crying, in front of schools and kindergartens. Day was curious but yet delighted to breath fresh air. Air without dust, air without carbon and air without pollution. Air was as fresh as a flower.
As Day’s lantern slowly descended, Night rose, along with his lantern, the moon which glowed as bright as a flame in darkness. Stars were visible and Night was enjoying his view of the empty city. Armed men who he suspected were policemen swarmed the streets like moths but he could see no one, not even the lone runner who jogged laps after laps after dusk. There was no sign of life and darkness was all Night could spot, except for the dim street lights which seemed to go to sleep any moment. The city for the first time was dull and dead like a graveyard at midnight. As Night looked above him, and watched his battle warriors gleaming in Night’s sky. He looked around him with his lantern and saw more warriors than he had ever seen before.
By Akshith
Streets that were alive for years are now silenced. Hidden faces hurriedly make their way home. Everyone living in a new grey world of isolation where screens became everyone’s best friend and where distancing became the new norm and where travel was no longer welcomed. Everyone is exhausted and attempts to break free but the enemy is still out there. People who refuse pay a big price. Businesses that were once lively and blooming are now dead and fading.
By Loricel
8:10 pm: Streets barren like desert sands. The curfew to stop party goers, affects us all.
12:01 am: Still no signs of life. The barren wasteland sits in wait.
5:12 am: A few people began to show. The sun creeps over the horizon.
7:00 am: The sun is up and so are the people, the night is over and the day has begun.
By Gabe
The people locked behind the jail bars of their front door. Never daring to leave their house after dark. As if the moon has become one dangerous being no one wants to approach. The leaders write rules deep into the public’s brains as they count the deaths. Each one a penny dropping from their pocket of cases. A pocket too small for an amount they had never imagined, an amount they were unprepared for. The people must obey. They must follow the rules like an ant follows its trail. A trail towards normal life once more. But they follow with a tinge of sadness, because they know a normal life will never be the same.
An extrovert's nightmare is an introvert's dream. A nightmare of being locked up with no one to see. Like a cockroach stuck under a couch. A dream of not socializing and relaxing by yourself with no responsibilities. Two perspectives, two minds, two outlooks. Like a deer deciding which lion to run from.
The darkness encases the bright future we all thought we could see, the future we thought would be there when this all came to a halt. And hidden in that darkness is uncertainty. A question: Will this ever stop?
By Georgia
In the state of Victoria, all roads were dead silent. No cars, trains or buses roamed among the streets. No planes were spotted flying through the air. No boats or ships were seen sailing through the waters of Victoria. Everyone, mums, dads, siblings, grandparents and even newborns were locked inside of their homes for the foreseeable future. All the people just sat there, wondering when they would be free again.
By Michael
The streets were quiet, not a peep to be heard, the houses were bright filled with screams of joy but deep inside it was lonely. Locked indoors everyone together doing digital waves from their phones.
Kids are home yelling, parents are stressing lockdown is awful.
By Ryan