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[seonne]

Hey! I'm glad you're doing song fics! I've had an idea in my head but can't put it in words. I'd be happy for you to give it a go 🙃

So the song is Lullaby for A Soldier (Arms of the Angels), sung by Maggie Siff.

Reader is Bakugos wife and is woken up by their newborn son. Bakugo wakes up shortly after and finds her singing to him ♡ feel free to include BigSis Erica ^.^

Thank youuu

REEEEEEEEEEEEE ERICA MENTIONED!!!!

Thank you loads for the request, I hope you don't mind me making some modifications to your request. I heard the song for the first time after your request and I just HAD to include certain stuff (BY THE WAY WHAT AN AMAZING SONG?????) I hope you like it and let me know if you do or not. I hope to see more requests from you in the future! (BECAUSE MY GOD ANON THE SONG!! THE SONG!!!!)

And without further ado, let's begin the Song Fics series!

Song Fics Pt.1

Song of choice: Lullaby For A Soldier

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: Kids. A whole lot of fluff, and very cutu Dad!Bakugou, not proofread because it's 1 AM.

(Mention of gender of reader is minimum)

"May your dreams bring you peace in the darkness May you always rise over the rain May the light from above always lead you to love May you stay in the arms of the angels"

The words of a familiar song drifted into his inner mind as Bakugou slowly slipped into consciousness. The familiar song, familiar voice, familiar lilt of it all working their way through the walls of his conscience, begging him to wake up. The one thing unfamiliar was the lack of strength in the voice, sounding as if the person knows they should give up but their heart says no. Their mind says "just wait" and their love says "hold on". The ache it brought him flooded his chest before pulsing into a singularity in his heart, or where it should have been, as his eyes fluttered open, wincing against the fluorescent lights.

As the song faded away, he turned his face slightly towards its source, letting his eyes roam over your wide-eyed disheveled form. The war. All For One. Shigaraki. His death. His revival. One For All. The end of the war. His collapsing. All of it etched into the dark circles, eye bags on your face and the hollowness of your cheeks.

They say eyes are the mirrors of one's soul.

And yours looked absolutely crushed.

Bakugou weakly brought up a bandaged hand to wipe the streaming tears down your face.

"Your dark circles make you look dumb as hell."

You laughed through the tears as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Yeah. I probably look dumb as hell."

"May you always be brave in the shadows 'Til the sun shines upon you again Hear this prayer in my heart, and we'll ne'er be apart May you stay in the arms of the angels"

You wake up in the middle of the night around the time you'd usually wake up to check on your 6 month old daughter. You turn to check on your husband, only to find his side of the bed empty but warm.

You get up from the bed and shuffle slowly towards your daughter's nursery, where the lights are on and the door slightly ajar. A familiar tune flows through the air and into your ears as you walk closer, standing against the wall to peek inside. You watch with a soft smile as your so rough, so loud husband gently rocks your daughter back and forth as she lays on his chest, drool soaking his shirt.

He paces around the room slowly, while singing to her the song that you sang to him that one day in UA, that one day in the hospital, that one day on your star gazing date, the day he proposed, the night you got married, and the days that followed your pregnancy.

It was your song. The song that belonged to the both of you.

Now belonging to your family.

"May you hear every song in the forest And if ever you lose your own way Hear my voice like a breeze, whisper soft through the trees May you stay in the arms of the angels"

Your newborn, Akio, was less fussy of a baby than his big sister Erica was. He slept long hours and mostly slept through the night.

However, he woke up quite early in the morning.

One such morning, you're awoken by your beautiful 4 year old daughter Erica at 5:30 AM.

"Mummy! Akio's awake and he's whining!"

"Shhh darling!"

Your grumpy husband who's extra grumpy in the mornings, especially early mornings, grunted beside you in his sleep as a frown formed on his face before it slipped back into its pretty peaceful rest.

Your daughter slapped her hand on her mouth and giggled softly, putting her own finger up to her lips before grabbing your hand and ushering you out the door of your bedroom and to your newborn's nursery.

As you walked in, you saw Akio crying in his crib and you walked over to pick him up and rock him back and forth, your toddler watching you handle him. You checked his diaper, tried feeding him, tried burping him, but he just wouldn't stop crying.

"Hm, he seems very restless but nothing seems to be wrong..."

Your 4 year old quipped, her hair a tangly mess from sleeping but her fiery red eyes sharp as ever.

"Maybe he can't sleep! Let's put him to sleep!"

"Oh good idea! How do we put him to sleep though, Erica?"

"Let's sing to him! The- the lullaby song! The one you and papa always sing!"

You laughed as you nodded and placed Akio on your chest, carefully supporting his neck as you paced back and forth. Your daughter started singing and you soon joined her, both your voices mingling together in a peaceful harmony as your son started growing quieter. You swayed along to the tune with him in your arms when you heard a soft huff at the door.

Your husband, hair tousled and face puffy from sleep, stepped into the nursery, watching you and your daughter sing with a dopey smile on his face. He walked up to you and kissed your son on the forehead, giving you a kiss, before moving to Erica and placing her on his lap, kissing her forehead as well. He soon joined in on the singing, voice gruffy and hoarse but perfect nonetheless.

The room enveloped in the perfect warmth as the tune of the lullaby floated and glided along the walls, along the crib, along the penhouse, along the baby toys and flowed through each of you as your son quieted down and slipped into a deep slumber, warm smile on his tiny lips.

"May you grow up to stand as a man, love With the pride of your family and name When you lay your head, or to rest in your bed May you stay in the arms of the angels"

As slow as time felt in agony, twice as fast did it feel in contentment. Bakugou had become the number one hero, on and off the number one spot with Izuku for years, Erica had grown up and gotten into UA, you had gotten into the top 8 heroes in Japan, Erica had graduated UA and was ready to move abroad for her first few years as a pro hero and now Akio was going to join UA and move into the dorms.

Everything had gone by so fast yet so slow. Bakugou certainly lived every moment but they definitely passed by quite fast. Too fast. And now his babies were moving away from him. Letting go of Erica even though only to the UA dorms had been hard enough for him. Now Erica was moving out of Japan and Akio was not going to be home either.

He should be happy that his kids are doing well, that both him and you did your roles well enough for your kids to experience all this. Besides, now both him and you can live without constant worry over your kids whilst they're at home.

Yet something nags at his heart strings and he hates it.

What is it? Nostalgia? Pshh that's so stupid.

It's so stupid. Maybe he's stupid.

It's the night before Erica and Akio leave. The whole week was spent packing their things for them to move out. They wiped their rooms fairly empty, save for the bookshelf that Bakugou built for them after they inherited your reading and book obsession traits. Yet, even the bookshelf seemed empty.

The only books that remained on said shelf were ones that they had since they were able to read and ones they had read multiple times over, so much that Erica at 8 years old would follow him around the house reciting a whole book from index to epilogue. Bakugou chuckled at the memory as he walked past the bookshelf, past the books he'd read them many times as bedtime stories, past the book nooks that the four of you made as a family bonding activity when Akio was 7 and past Erica's first pre-school art project.

Bakugou walks into the hall where you, Erica and Akio are sat, talking and laughing, trying to not think of the fact that your family as a unit was about to take a huge leap into the future the very next day.

Bakugou sits at his unverbalised designated spot and picks up his guitar from the side. Erica and Akio share glances at the unexpected melancholy oozing from their father while you watched him with a soft smile and adored the silvering strands framing his face.

Bakugou struck chord after chord leisurely, softly, determinedly as he refused to look up from the fretboard. His lips slowly formed words as his voice echoed through the emptier halls, emptier rooms and heavier hearts. Your voice followed, much like the nights spent in your kids' rooms when they couldn't sleep at night. Erica joined, much like the nights Akio had panic attacks and didn't want to be alone. Akio chimed in, much like the nights spent on these very sofas with board games and snacks, tv running in the background.

Laughter, yelling, tears, pain, joy, anxiety, panic, relief, fun, pranks, jokes, debates, discussions, confessions... everything that made these four walls feel like home packed into the harmony of the four voices.

The voices trailed off at the end of the song, a new smile etched into the windows and doors. The end of another chapter and the beginning of a new one.

Whenever your babies want a piece of comfort and familiarity, Bakugou and you leave your arms open for them to run into. That's what parents are for, aren't they?

Wowie that was a long and draining one and it's really late at night. Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know what you thought of it. I mentioned in another post earlier that I am unable to really listen to music right now but after my doctor's appointment on Monday I should be fine so, if you have any more requests please do send them but I ask of you to be patient with me T-T.

Anyway, that's all for today and I need to fucking sleep.

Lots of love! 💚

[koisuko]

Notes: Ko or Koi is fine, 22 years young, she/they pan cis-woman, multifandom writer

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Flying Graysons (Dick Grayson)

Request:Hey love! I came across your blog and I can't describe how in love I am with it. Can you do an imagine where the reader is dick Grayson's real sister and she passed away with his parents but the boys find a picture of this really beautiful girl and they ask him about it? Thank you lots! And hope you have a great day or night haha 💜

Gifs don't belong to me. Notes: While I was writing this, I realized John and Mary (Dick's parents) have the same names as the Sherlock and Supernatural characters!

I headcanon that Dick is such a hoarder. "You can't throw that old pair of tennis shoes away! I played basketball with Bruce for the first time with those!"

Warnings: Death, Blood, Grief,, ANGSTY AND SORTA FLUFFY??, Swearing Since the ages didn't line up, I made Reader 18 and Dick 10 when you died. Italics are memories.

Hope you like it, anon!

Hailey's Circus. It was Dick's home for the first 10 years of his life. It was also where the worst tragedy of his life took place. His family died that night, including his mother Mary, his father John, and his sister, you. The last time Dick talked to you, you were getting ready for the act that night. You were nervously walking around, doing the occasional gymnastic move. Dick walked up to you just as you did a backflip. "Hey, Y/N!" He yelled in his usual loud voice. You turned around, letting out a smile at your younger brother. "Hey, Rich." You were the only person to call him Rich. He pretended to dislike it but he really loved it. 

Despite the age difference, you and Dick were close as could be. You were just like Mary, kind and brave. Dick looked up to you as a role model. Your gymnastic ability was outstanding and you were so kind, always going out of your way to help those who needed it. 

"What did you need?" You questioned, going up to ruffle his hair. He stuck his tongue out at you and fixed his hair. He lifted an object up and shoved it in your face. "Look, I got a camera!" He grinned.

You two would always take pictures together before every show. It calmed your nerves and you would put the pictures in your memory box. You laughed lightly, taking it gently from his hands. "Let's take a picture together." You smiled, leaning down to Dick's height. "Say Grayson!" You yelled, grinning widely.

There was a flash and a piece of paper came out of the camera. You picked out the picture and gave it to Dick. He smiled widely, hugging you and quickly running to put it in the box.

It was finally time to go on and by now your nerves were calmed. "Please welcome, The Flying Graysons!" The ring master yelled out and you all cartwheeled out, flipping around and posing for the audience.The crowd let out cheers and yells. 

"Tonight, the Graysons will be doing something dangerous, and daring, brave and bold!" The ringmaster shouted into the microphone, cueing lights to shine brightly on the diving board you were to perform stunts on. 

"Tonight they will be performing with no safety net!" The crowd let out even louder cheers. Your mother jumped onto the holder and swung to the other side. Your heart pounded furiously as you watched her come back and call for your father. He grabbed onto her hands, successfully pulling off the stunt. But suddenly the rope snapped as they were coming back to the other side and the room filled with horrified screams, yours and Dick's included. 

You watched in horror, reaching out for them as you screamed. You accidently tripped as you reached out and you fell off.

You watched Dick scream and reach his hand out for you as you fell. The last thing you saw was him crying out for you. Then everything went black. You died beside your parents, bloody and scared. You left behind Dick, who's entire world had shattered.

A few days later a man named Bruce Wayne, one of the richest people in Gotham, came up to Dick and offered to adopt him. He was still mourning and scarred by the images of his dead family, but he accepted. He had nowhere to go and staying with the circus wasn't an option. So he left, taking along the memory box you both treasured. It was years later, and he was moving his stuff that he hadn't bothered to get from the manor when he had originally moved out to his apartment in Bludhaven. His adoptive brothers, Tim, Jason and Damian were helping him pack his stuff.

"Damn Dickie, had no idea you had so much shit." Jason scoffed, throwing another shoe into his bag. Dick rolled his eyes and put the shoe in the proper bag. "It isn't even that much stuff, Jason. And you were the one to offer to help." He replied. 

Damian, who was sitting on Dick's bed, made his famous TT sound. He had refused to help, but he was bored and decided to tag along. "Shut it, Todd. I bet your apartment is full of trash you never bothered to take out." Jason whipped around and glared at him. "For your information, demon spawn, my apartment is cleaner than your mouth." Damian was about to let out an insult but Dick silenced them.

Tim, who was under Dick's bed throwing out pizza boxes and other trash, let out a disgusted noise. "Jesus, Dick, ever heard of a trash can?" Dick glared and grabbed a piece of paper from Tim, who was about to throw it away.

"Excuse you, Timothy, but this piece of paper has significant value to me. I drew this tree for Bruce and he called it interesting." A few scoffs and a TT were heard, but after that it was silence. 

Tim was throwing away yet another pizza box when he found a box that wasn't full of moldy pizza. It was a light blue box with "Y/N and Dick's box" written in cursive on the lid. He pulled it out and opened it. 

It had a blue baby blanket with the name "Richard Grayson" sewn onto it in cursive that looked a bit similar to the writing on the box. Tim guessed it was written by the same person but a long time before the box was around. Beneath the blanket was a bunch of photos. Tim grabbed one and smiled lightly. A young Dick stood next to a beautiful girl with y/h/c and y/e/c. She was doing a peace sign and they both looked extremely happy. 

"Dick, who's this?" Tim questioned, getting up from his spot on the floor to hand the box to him. Dick turned around and walked toward Tim. He let out a not so small gasp and everyone crowded around him. Jason took a picture from the box and whistled. "Damn Dickie, she's hot." Dick growled and snatched the picture back. "That's my sister, you ass."

  Even Damian was paying attention now. "Sister?" They yelled out in shock. Dick looked down at the picture in his hand and smiled lightly. It was the last picture you took together. "I haven't looked in this box for years. It hurt too much." He said lightly. Grief shot through him but he continued to look through the box. It was full of pictures, some of you and Dick and some of the entire circus together. 

"Before every show, we'd take a picture together. Sometimes with the entire circus," Dick smiled. "This is the last picture we took together." He held it out for the others to see. The boys were astounded by your beauty. "She was so kind and beautiful, everyone loved her. She was the best big sister ever." 

Damian gave the picture back. "What happened to her?" He questioned, ignoring the look Tim gave him. Dick frowned. "She died with my parents." The room got quiet after that until Damian spoke up. "She was pretty." It shocked everyone to hear that from him but Dick just smiled. "Yeah, she was." After that everyone went back to cleaning, feeling a bit down. They wished they could have met you.

[hqrbinger]

hello everyone!

first of all, oh my god, THANK YOU ALL FOR JUST SMASHING MY EVENT ??? OMG I NEVER THOUGHT ALMOST ALL OF THE SPACES WOULD BE FULL ALREADY 😭😭

i really, REALLY APPRECIATE all of the requests!! but just a quick psa:

ive been getting a lot of sibling!reader requests, and while those are adorable sounding, i would really rather write for mostly romantic situations rather than platonic. i just prefer that writing style ^^'

im leaving the bigsis!jean one on there because having one doesnt hurt and it was the first one i got, but i will now be adding this to the rules! i didn't expect to get so many, apologies ;;

[ssa-thotchnerr]

OK but imagine... Unsub breaks into the hotchner household looking for aaron but it's just the reader and jack and Bigsis!reader does everything she can to protect (younger) Jack while waiting for the bau to get to the house - 🕸️

—warning for attempted sexual assault and a creepy UnSub!—

“Jack? C’mere buddy!” You called out, looking outside of the window and thinking of a plan on how to keep your little brother safe. You’d been left in charge of him while your dad stayed at the BAU overnight while they were working on a particularly hard case. There was a black van parked outside of your house, and your dad always told you to trust your instinct, and that’s what you were doing.

“Yeah?” He asked, running into your room as you spun around. You looked outside the window one last time and saw a man jumping out of the van and slamming it shut, carrying a bag slung around his back.

“You know how we have that special game of hide and seek we play with daddy?” Jack nodded happily, unaware of the danger you were both in. “Well, we’re gonna play it, alright? But since dad isn’t here, I’ll stay out and look for you, okay?” He nodded. You smiled and put your arms around your brother, kissing the top of his head and letting out a shaky breath as you let go of him. “Okay, go and hide.” Jack ran off to hide in the place that Hotch had told him to go to if you were playing ‘special’ hide and seek.

“You gotta find me after!” You heard Jack call as he ran off. You heard the shutting of a cabinet, signalling that Jack was safe. You ran to your dads room and pulled the box out from underneath his bed, the one he’d shown you were the gun was in case of an emergency. As a 15-year-old, this wasn’t how you expected to spend the night looking after your brother, who in his seven years of living, had already been through so much. You flinched as the lights were cut off. You turned the safety of the gun off and quietly snuck out of your dad’s room, peaking down from the balcony to see the UnSub in the living room.

“Aaron Hotchner!” He called out. He was an older man, large built, heavy, old. The last man you’d expect to be breaking into a house to seek out an FBI agent.

“Drop the gun, Fat Gandalf,” You said calmly, only to mentally kick yourself. He spun around and aimed the gun at you, only to drop it upon seeing a teenage girl.

“You, I did not know about,” He said, walking towards you as you came down the stairs, still aiming your gun at him. “Your daddy kept you a secret, and boy, am I glad.” You hid your disgust and kept your cold stare on the man.

“What do you want with my dad?” You asked him, narrowing your eyes as you studied him.

“To be honest, I wanna kill him,” He sneered. Being the teenager you were, you could type without looking at your screen and you knew the last person you had texted was your dad, you sent him a text with a code only he understood. “But killin’ you, that would just kill your daddy dead, wouldn’t it?”

“If you come any closer to me, I’ll put this round of bullets straight in your chest,” You threatened. You screamed when he knocked the gun out of your hand and grabbed you by your hair, pushing and bending you over the table.

“Got a pretty little mouth on you, huh? Maybe I can get you to shut up,” He said, leaning over you to whisper in your ear. You let out a sob as you shook your head.

“No! N-no, pl-please don’t,” You stuttered, trying to get out of his grip. He throw you onto the floor, a whimper leaving you as he stood above you menacingly. “You’re weak.” You said, laughing up at him. He narrowed his eyes as he picked you up by the collar of your hoodie.

“Tell me how i’m weak,” He snarled, getting in your face. You let out a chuckle and shook your head.

“You had the opportunity to sexually assault a teenager, and you didn’t. Someone like you likes to pretend you have dominance, the when it comes to committing the act you chicken out,” You said, a sly smirk on your face. He quickly wiped it off with a harsh slap that made your head jerk to the side. You looked back up at him and tried your hardest to even your breathing. You had swiped the knife he kept in his belt, and you swiped it across his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain and let go of you.

“Get back here you little bitch!” He yelled after you as you ran up the stairs. As he went to chase after you, the members of the BAU burst through the door and fired bullets into his chest, his body falling to the floor. Derek and Emily checked his pulse and he was already dead, while Hotch ran up the stairs to go and find you and Jack.

“Jack?! Y/N?!” Hotch called out. You came out of Jack’s room, your little brother clinging to you like a koala as you held him tightly. “Thank God.” Your dad mumbled as he took Jack out of your arms and into his. He put his free arm air under you as you shook.

“I-I tried to keep Jack safe-“

“You did, honey, he’s fine. You’re shaking, though, what did he do to you?” He asked, pushing your hair away from your face.

“He uh-tried to...I-“ Your dad nodded, understanding what you were getting at. If the son of a bitch wasn’t already dead, he would have killed him for trying to do that to you. “I’m just glad you’re here.” You said, hugging him tightly.

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[nerdydaydreamer]

He got it from his big sister 😂

Wait wait wait did Dream wear DOC MARTENS to visit Hell???

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ESCAPE TO EVERYWHERE: CELEBRATE BOOK WEEK 2017 WITH STORY BOX LIBRARY

Some people try escaping to everywhere on trains, ships and planes, but there is really only one guaranteed way you can escape to everywhere and that’s through books and stories (well done again to the CBCA for another perfect Book Week theme!)

Luckily for you, Story Box Library has over 150 stories ready to view, and we’re sure we have just the right story to help every child, family and school celebrate Book Week 2017, as well as a host of general and book-specific activities to enjoy.

We’ve got stories for readers who want to escape to new places they’ve never visited (maybe another part of the world); we’ve got stories for readers who want to escape their real world or the hard things happening in their life... and then we’ve got stories for readers who want to read about quirky or adventurous escapes. 

ESCAPE TO EVERYWHERE: BOOK WEEK ACTIVITIES AND IDEAS

- Escape through small world play scenes (using books as back drops)

- Create a Pop-up Escape space within the school (somewhere for children to hide, read and escape)

- Complete a Passport to Everywhere, recording books read during Book Week and where they take you

- Create a community mural or map to record the time and place that books (your reading) take you during Book Week

- In groups, transform your working space into a form of transport that can help you escape

2017 CBCA BOOK OF THE YEAR SHORTLISTED BOOKS

Over the coming weeks, we will be adding some of this year’s CBCA Book of the Year shortlisted titles to our library. To celebrate Book Week 2017, we thought we’d share a sample of our favourite Classroom Ideas for use alongside the viewing of these stories.

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 ESCAPE TO A FARM (NANNIE LOVES)

- Use the pages of Nannie Loves as a backdrop for small world play.

- Draw a map to show how you get to your nannie’s house

- Write a letter to your nannie

- Use collage/mixed media to show what your nannie’s home is like

- Write a poem about why you love the place you live

- Make a list of the verbs used in the story, and use these to organise a Farm Relay Tournament. Instead of simple running relays, children must also participate in races by completing some of the actions from the story e.g. pecking races etc.

- Write a list of jobs required to maintain a farm (e.g. collecting eggs)

- Compare life on a farm to where you live

- Write a short persuasive piece on whether or not you would like to escape to a farm

Also view: Banjo and Red, The Windy Farm, My Dog Bigsy, Grandad’s Teeth, Grandpa’s Big Adventure

ESCAPE FROM THE RAIN (HOME IN THE RAIN)

- Make a list of fun activities to do in the rain

- Pack a rainy day picnic

- List types of rain shelter, then design your own shelter from the rain

- Create a road safety campaign to promote safety in wet weather

- Write names of family members in shaving cream or a salt tray (try writing high frequency or spelling words too)

Also view: Grandad’s Big Adventure, Rose meets Mr Wintergarten, A Bus Called Heaven, Silver Buttons

ESCAPE TO NEW PLACES (GARY)

- Create your own scrapbook of places you’d like to escape.

- Use a Y-chart to record what you think Gary may have been seeing, hearing and smelling when he landed in the city.

- Draw a map to show how you get from your school to your home. Use words to describe the directions to a friend.

- Plan a tour of your neighbourhood for Gary- what things do you think she would enjoy? Show these places on a map.

Also view: Peggy, Wendy, Ted, Ruby Red Shoes Goes to Paris,  Mr Chicken Arriva a Roma, Herman and Rosie, Ayu and the Perfect Moon, One Step at a Time

ESCAPE ON A BIKE (THE PATCHWORK BIKE)

- Design your own form of transport (or children’s toy) using recycled materials

- Draw a map in the dirt to show where you live

- Experiment with painting on cardboard

- Create your own escape space using a cardboard box

- Use a Venn Diagram to compare your home to the mud-for-walls home in the story and to other homes around the world.

- On a local map, show the bike tracks in your local area

- Create a Makerspace or tinker table in your classroom using a range recycled materials and age appropriate tools (e.g. scissors, glue, sticky tape, needle and thread etc.).

Also view Mulga Bill’s Bicycle, Wendy, Yak and Gnu, I’ve an Uncle Ivan, Windy Farm, Little Cat and the Big Red Bus, Bear Make Den, Too Much for Turtle

ESCAPE TO A SAFER PLACE (OUT)

- Invent another playground game that can be played using string

- Create your own yellow string art to depict your reaction to the story (e.g. what is might feel like to be an asylum seeker, what life might feel like once settling into a new country etc. )

- ‘I feel different. It’s the way people stare.’ Sitting in a circle, pass a ball of yellow string around the group to create a web or safety net,  with each classmate contributing a positive action we can take to help asylum seekers feel safe and welcome in Australia, rather than feeling different.

- On a map of the world show where refugees in Australia have travelled from

- List the actions required for the girl and her mother to escape to a safer place.

- Use a Venn Diagram to compare the girl’s two homes

Also view My Two Blankets, Suri’s Wall, and The Treasure Box

ESCAPE FROM GRIEF AND LONELINESS (MY BROTHER) 

- Create a collage or mural of activities you like to share with your siblings

- Draw an emotions graph to show the phases of grief the character experiences throughout the story

- Create a mind map of strategies to assist in ‘escaping’ from loneliness/loss/grief

Also view Mr Huff, Fox, Duck and the Darklings, Parachute, Don’t Think about Purple Elephants, The Bunyip of Berkeley’s Creek

Find all our CBCA 2017 Shortlisted titles here. Stories will be added weekly between 19 July - 16 Aug.