Short Story Competition at Wokingham Borough Libraries
We are delighted to announced the winners of the Short Story Competition that we ran over the Summer Holidays.
Well done to the winners, for their wonderful word on the theme of “Change” inspired by the National Poetry Day theme for 2018.
1st Prize winner for the 10 to 12 aged catergory goes to “Change” by Amy aged 12
Change is inevitable.
Change is something that you can’t live without.
Change is something that 17-year-old Amber Wright believed was impossible, like asking someone to create an object that is immune to gravity.
She struggled with change.
After the accident that killed her friend Amethyst Fanbury when they were 11, she struggled to do anything.
She couldn’t eat without wanting to throw up.
She couldn’t walk to school without people giving her pitying glances.
She couldn’t go do anything without being reminded of Amethyst Fanbury.
She couldn’t change.
Until one morning her mum and dad dragged her out of bed. You need to keep living, they’d said. Live even though Amethyst can’t.
Amber went through a very long, very difficult change over the next six years.
She learnt that she could make new friends. But they’re not Amethyst, she would think.
She took her GCSEs with all the other year 11s. All the year 11s except Amethyst, she thought.
She went on to study for A-Levels. Without Amethyst, she thought.
Amber Wright had a change of heart.
She got to know her “friends” better.
She smiled and laughed properly like everyone else.
She worked hard and found a purpose in life.
Change is a good thing, she decided on Christmas Eve, as she strolled down the high street of her large town, occasionally stopping to watch the performers singing Christmas carols.
“Change isn’t impossible after all” she told the picture of Amethyst when she got home.
She had changed.
She accepted that everything changes, whether she liked it or not.
Change is inevitable.
Change is something you can’t live or die without.
2nd Prize winner for the 10 to 12 aged catergory goes to “Changing to Secondary” by Hannah aged 11
“You have been a brilliant class and I wish you all the best for your next schools.” A tear threatened to escape Maria’s eye as her class teacher, Mrs Peters, finished her goodbye speech. Around her, the other Year Six children were picking up their bags, reading to get home and enjoy six weeks of school-free bliss. They didn’t care that they were probably never going to see Saint George’s C of E Primary School, its staff and most of its pupils ever again. They couldn’t wait to go to their new secondary schools in September.
Maria, however, didn’t want to leave Saint George’s at all. She had moved to England from Italy only a year ago and at first she had felt as though she would never fit in with the other children. She had hardly even known any English to begin with. But, with the much-appreciated help from Mrs Peters, she had got used to the ways of the school throughout the year, and had started to fit in the end. But already she had to leave the school to go to Oakfields Secondary School, where only two other students from Saint George’s were going to attend. She wished she could stay at primary school forever.
The deafening school bell made Maria jump. Mrs Peters dismissed them with a sad smile and watched them all sprint out of the door, except Maria, who was the last to leave. She slowly trudged out towards her mum, who was waiting in the playground.
“Bye Mrs Peters” she muttered, realising it was for the final time.
“Bye Maria” Mrs Peters replied. “Trust me, you’ll like Secondary once you get used to it.”
“Okay”. Maria didn’t believe that. She had a transition day on 30th July where she went in to Oakfields to meet all the teachers and the other new students, which she was extremely nervous for. What if nobody liked her and all the teachers were all really strict?
The days passed too quickly for Maria. Before long it was 29th July and she was struggling on deciding what to wear, what to bring for lunch, what she needed to take.
That night she lay in bed awake for what seemed like hours, but was actually fifteen minutes, dreading getting up early in the morning. Eventually she fell asleep, dreaming odd, random dreams about muffins, bananas and multi-coloured tunnels.
Three shrill beeps pierced the miserable morning silence. Maria opened her eyes, briefly wondering why she had set an alarm for 7am in the summer holidays, but she quickly brought herself up to date and groaned as she rolled out of bed. Once she had pulled on the clothes she had laid out the night before, she headed downstairs and had a small breakfast. Within twenty minutes she was ready to leave and after another twenty-five she had arrived at the tall and daunting gates of Oakfields. Her mum had to drop her off or she would have been late for work, making Maria’s nerves considerably worse. Meanwhile, one hundred and fifty one other anxious children (although many couldn’t make it) also stepped out of their cars, some swallowing their fear, others almost shaking.
Oblivious to this fact, Maria passed the intimidating gates and entered the main school building while pondering how she could ever get used to the mere size of the school and how it could ever be her school. She joined a long queue in the reception where she closed her eyes and took deep breaths, her way to calm herself. When she opened her eyes and glanced subtly around her though she saw a tall girl behind her with closed eyes, breathing deeply, but before she had time to say anything, which she never could have done anyway, a man who was evidently one of the teachers, ordered silence. The whole room immediately went quiet. Maria gulped and through how will I ever get used to this?
But if you were to look at her two months later you would probably see her in the middle of a giggling fit with her tall best friend.
1st Prize winner for the 7 to 9 aged catergory goes to “How seasons change” by Sylvie aged 8
Daisy liked her life. It was always hot and sunny! Daisy’s parents liked their life. It was always hot and sunny! Daisy’s cousins and friends and everyone else liked their life. It was always hot and sunny! That was all about to change…
As the years grew so did our young Daisy, well she’s now 25 years old! But as she got older the more bored she became, she was fed up with the sunshine. One day Daisy made a big decision.
“I’M GOING TO STEAL THE SUN!!!!” “Steal the sun?” repeated Jasmin, Daisy’s best friend. “Steal?” said Jasmin. “It’s OK” said Daisy, “I’ll just prepare” and she prepared until she was 28 years old. One day she climbed into her rocket and …. 5 4 3 2 1 BLAST OFF. Whoosh, off she went! It was amazing to see the entire world; it looked as if it would fit into Daisy’s hand. Daisy went higher and higher until she was next to the sun, this was her chance. Hmmm, it was a bit BIGGER than she expected. Daisy had an idea! If I move a cloud over to the sun then everyone would think that I had succeeded in stealing the sun! So she did just that. Every year Daisy came and made winter! And that’s how seasons change. THE END!
Hang on; it’s not the end yet. Every year Daisy flew to the sun and created winter again. But as Daisy grew older she became weaker and one day she couldn’t walk. So winter didn’t come…. The sun shone everyday and Daisy realised she needed winter to survive.
As winter didn’t arrive, people found out about what Daisy had done and some planned to kill her! Daisy’s children grew worried when they found out. Oh sorry, I haven’t told you about them, Daisy had twins, Sylvie and Nikky (aged 8). They didn’t want their mum to pass away.
So Daisy told her children about her life, how she made her rocket, how this happened and then that happened, everything. So Sylvie and Nikky this time made winter, and what will happen when the twins pass away? We’ve already arranged that. It’ll be passing down family lines.
So this is: THE END
Well done to the winners, for their wonderful word on the theme of “Change” for National Poetry Day on October 4, 2018.