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Weekly Contest #230
December 1st (Age 10):• Post my letter to Santa. I messed up one part and wanted to start again but Mum said it was fine - we don’t have time to do another one. I hope he doesn’t mind. • Write out cards for all my classmates. Mrs. Hamilton said she will let us use her special pens if we promise to put the lids back on. I always put the lid back on (did you hear that Santa?)• Get a present for Maddie. Dad said he will help me if I haven’t got enough pocket money. I think she will like that sparkly bracelet I saw in the shops the other we...
Weekly Contest #136
“You’ll never know unless you try! Just one pill will take all your problems away!” The incessant cries of the street vendors fell upon deaf ears as Adamu Otieno raced down the busy road on his rickety bicycle, feeling the warm Mombasa breeze brush past his face. The cobalt blue paintwork had faded long ago, but the good-natured twenty year old did not mind. His bicycle got him to all the places he needed to be, and for that he was grateful. He had one more stop to make before he could finally call it a day and head home. As Ada...
Weekly Contest #135
1375 Ibrahim Bakir dipped the slender tip of his qualm into the sooty black inkwell. Despite the afternoon sun radiating through the open windows, the ageing scribe’s eyes strained with fatigue. All around him, the sights and sounds of the Great Kingdom of Mali blended into a cacophony of shrieks, bleats and yells. Arabic market sellers bartered their goods in a guttural resonance whilst travelling nomads from the southern tribes of Niger and Niani communicated in the clicking tones of Yorùbá. Hordes of students bustled through t...
Weekly Contest #94
Jacob McMullen was a curious child.He had read every book in the family bookshelf including the A-Z and the Dictionary. He knew the proper names of all the creatures that lived in the garden, from the insects to the flowers, and even the clouds.Jacob had hundreds of ideas stored in his brain, for rainy days and sunny days and all the days in between. The trouble was, he was not allowed to do any of them. When he had asked his mother if they could go to the shops, she had said, “No, there are too many germs.”When he asked to go to the fi...
Weekly Contest #93
It was a peaceful day in the house. A small wispy figure drifted aimlessly through the rooms, basking in the soft moonlight that peeked through the gaps in the curtains.She sighed softly, reminiscing of days gone by.Once upon a time she had been little Annie – a fearless creature that jumped in muddy puddles without a care in the world.All was well, until the Carnival arrived.The dazzling lights; the cloying scents; the heat of the crowd; the screams from the rides.One moment Granny was there, the next she was gone.Annie stumbled through the...
Weekly Contest #91
The Forest was alive with birdsong. The sun would not rise for another hour, yet the robins, blackbirds and thrushes had already started to fill the crisp morning air with their sweet melody. Squirrel shifted in his den, awakening slowly. He rubbed his face with his back paws, followed by a thorough grooming of his bushy speckled tail. When he was satisfied with his job, Squirrel rose out of his stick-house and perched on the nearest branch. All around him, the leaders of the dawn chorus twittered and chirped. Squirrel noticed Cr...
Weekly Contest #90
I have been called many names over the years.Before the poison seeped into the waters, the small children that played on the sandy shores named me ‘sea-dragon’.Although I was barely a hatchling in those days, I spent long hours propelling myself through the cool waters of the Pacific, imagining I was as marvellous and grand as the children believed I was.But then, the evil arrived.It travelled in great ships that threw out terrible devices which swallowed the entire ocean up whole.Once, when I accidentally swam into one of these nets, the Fi...
Weekly Contest #88
Clementine knew many things. She knew her name, for this had been given to her by the Kind Lady that left scraps out for her to eat in the Garden.And she knew the Garden as this was where she had resided her whole life. In the mornings, she watched the Birds pecking for worms before the sun had barely peeked over the horizon; in the evenings, she watched the Fox scamper around the trash, retrieving remnants to take back to her brood.She knew the names of all the creatures, big and small, from the Owls to the Squirrels and even the Hedge...
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