Welcome to the
United Kingdom Creative Writing Competition
 for 2011

The standard of entries for the Creative Writing Competition for 2011 was extremely high. The effort that so many of our students have put into this competition has been absolutely impressive. Many students worked on their writing pieces over the half term holiday. Please take the time to read some stories.

Congratulations to all of those who submitted entries.

UK national Junior winner

Mia Kaye Age 6 – Sutton Centre
‘Miss Cavill Thinks I’m Listening.’

UK national Senior winner

Tim James Age 15 – Wimbledon Centre
‘Out of the Shadows.’

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Joe Douglas Age 10
Surbiton NumberWorks’nWords

The Package

My name is Jackson Adams I am 16 years old and live in a dump have no money or so I say. “Jackson you should have been up 30 minutes ago!” cried my Mum.
“I’m coming I’m coming” I shouted back. Another rubbish day at school again. Mum says Marble High is the best choice for me because she went there but I hate it. Finally I make it out of the door. Now the streets are ruled by two gangs the Downs and Mcbar, the Downs rule the east and Mcbar rules the west. I have always gone by the Downs because Marble High is on the east. The rains starts and tiny little fists of water hit my face and just then a RMW (Rich Mans Wheels) pulled up along the curb I feel the hair on the back of my head start to prick up. “Jackson Adams stop right there my name is Alex Mcbar” said Mr Mcbar “H hello Mr Mcbar” I slowly said ” h how may I help”
“Ah so polite just as I remember I believe your very clever”
“Yeah”
“Well could you make some deliveries for me.”
My brain went mad I didn’t know what to say.
“Y yes sir” I said
“Very good- here is your first package just give it to this adress and but make sure no one sees you”

He shoved a package in my hands and left just like that. I had a lot on my mind Mcbar had gave me a package and worse he knew my name.

I waited till the dead of night to deliver the package and checked if Mum was asleep ( I only did it because I knew what Mcbar did to people who didn’t do what he said).l arrived just before 4:30 outside the hotel. It had been 3 weeks since Mcbar and I had our chat and I was really scared. The stairs went on and on so I had a rest. My short brown hair had been drenched in sweat there had to be atleast 1,000,000 steps. I decided to have a sneak peak but thought against it. When I got to room 173 .lt had to be about 5:30 so I had the sneak peak I put my hand down in the bag and pulled out the object it was tube no longer than a piece of A5 paper with 3 wires one red, one blue, one green and the give away a timer with 5 minutes on the clock.lt was a bomb. I dropped it and ran down the 30 flights of stairs and ran to the doors but they were locked so ran into the kitchen and ran to the fridge cleared out the contents and jumped inside and waited.

Waiting the worse part. Waiting to die. BOOM

“This is 4 news and a bomb has gone off at 5:35 killing everyone in the hotel.. “ the news
reporter was cut off
“Hey there is something moving over there” cried a fireman.
As a door opened from the rubble.
“It it its a kid”

Short Story by Bandana Karki Aged 13
Ealing NumberWorks’nWords

I remember… I remember just as if it was two hours ago. It was actually ten years ago. Yes, I was care free like a bird in the sky. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t actually care where my destination would be, just the journey. The road was scarily dark, not even one light bulb was lit. Only a roaring Nissan engine made a sound.
It had parked outside the house. I remember it vividly in my head: the worn, old, grey-slated roof; the sandy walls and, last of all, the brown oak door. Okay, the whole house looked like it was falling apart … but in my mind it was paradise. It was where I’d spent my teenage years.
Do you know somewhere you will always treasure for the rest of your life? It could be where you grew up; the venue of your wedding or the birth of your first child. Well this is the place that I will remember for the rest of my life. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the Nissan Micra, she gazed at the house, 64 Magnolia Lane. She gave a huge sigh and tuned around to see her thirteen year old daughter (me) playing with a Rubik cube. I was a quiet child; I always liked being on my own – you could even call me a loner.
My mother always left me on my own. I guess … I got the habit of it really. I walked out of the car carrying my teddies, book and shoes in one cardboard box. My scruffy trainers were untied. I wish I could stop myself, I really do but that would be messing with my future. Anyway I wasn’t aware that my shoes were untied; I fell over with a loud thump. All of the things in the box came tumbling out. I thought I had broken an ankle but some kind of miracle happened. There wasn’t a scratch on me. In the sky a magpie flew away. I have always loved birds; I was curious about how they flew. But then again, I was curious about anything. For example, if my mum asked me to get water I would always ask why!

Anyway, the next moment my mother turned around and said, “Noor, you useless child! Can’t you do anything right!” She gave me a poisonous look. ‘Useless!’ echoed in my head. I didn’t care about my stuff scattered on the pavement. I ran for the open door and went straight upstairs. It didn’t smell like home. It smelled like it belonged to someone else.

The walls were yellow and the wallpaper was peeling off; the carpet was dark blue with a horrible pattern. I ran to the bathroom. The bathroom was an inviting colour of light peach to light yellow. I looked around the inviting room and I came across a magnificent portrait. It was the sort of portrait you had to give a second glance to. There was a beautiful blonde haired woman kneeling beside a small pond. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My fingers traced the lines of the blonde haired woman; her hair was wavy and thick.
I heard mum’s footsteps coming in and out of the house downstairs. I panicked. It is so weird. I stayed still for a minute and a half, not even taking a breath, thinking it would save my life. I waited and then, when I knew it was safe, I walked swiftly passed the corridor to my room. I saw my reflection. I had always thought I looked ugly but my friends always said how they liked my dark brown hair, my wide eyes, my small nose, thick lips and my silky skin.
My family said I looked like my dad. I had one tear in my eye. My dad is gone. What I mean is … he is dead. I found it hard to understand death – it had confused me to the point of crying. It puzzled my mind. Where do we go? How does it happen? Do we see a light? My dad had cancer … he was suffering but he had put on a brave face for me. Suddenly, a whooshing sound, like a gale force wind, came into my room. The blonde haired woman I had seen in the portrait had come to life.
“Hello! I am your guardian angel. You have seen me a few times before.” She spoke slowly like she knew that I would freak out.
My mouth wasn’t moving. I stayed still. Maybe it was an hallucination. Yeah, that was it – my imagination getting the better of me.
“And, guess what? I am not an hallucination. I can read your mind. I am your guardian angel. I look after you even if you don’t know it. You always see a magpie. Well, I’m the magpie. I know you have been feeling upset ever since your dad died. But don’t kill yourself to be with him. You have a wonderful life ahead!”
I simply answered, “Nothing will be the same.” If my own guardian angel didn’t understand that, no one will.
Rage came over me like wild fire. I stormed outside not knowing where I was going. Immediately the cold stung my face; my hair was everywhere. The wind was whipping it like a whip taming a lion. I ran and ran. You could hear my footsteps echoing in the tense atmosphere.
I ended up near a cliff. I read the sign. It said ‘Greendore Cliff’.
“Don’t! I can’t save you if you do this intentionally … please.” She looked so sweet as she spoke. It was almost a beg.
But I jumped. I died.

By Viollca Vuciterni Age: 10.
Ealing NumberWorks’nWords

The Perfect ‘No-Parents’ Party

Q. What do cows read at bed time?
A. Dairy tales!

Don’t you just adore jokes? They quack me up! Oh sorry, I’m being so rude. My name is Tiriana but I’m mostly called Teddy (my nick-name). It’s because I used to always take my teddy bear everywhere, even the bath room, and trust me it was extremely hard to take turns! I used to treat my teddy bear like it was a real pet. After two months I’d lost my teddy bear and that’s when my mum and dad got me Claws.

Claws is my pet cat. Her real name is Miss Pepperwinkle but we call her Claws because she has enormous claws and always scratches people who are mean to her, it’s just her personality!
“Hey Teddy, where are your parents?” Demi asked suspiciously.
“They’re out of town for two days!” I replied happily.
“Okay, that’s cool… So I was thinking…”
“No! We’re not throwing a party”
“How do you know I was going to say party, maybe I was going to say…”
I glared at Demi.
“You got me but can we please throw a party?”
“Sure,” I muttered with a bad feeling inside of me.
Demi is my best friend, I call her Dramatic Demi because she tries to be dramatic and always ends up missing class by faking an injury or something like that… Lucky!

Q. What do you call a donkey with three legs?
A. A Wonkey!

Mind you, I kept quiet after the day of the ‘no-parents’ party. Let me give you the low down. I was sitting there, eating breakfast, and…
“Hey Teddy here’s a fancy letter for you” P.J babbled, when he threw the letter literally in my face. “It’s from mum and dad, it says”.
“Dear Kids,
Dad and I are out of town for two days… DON’T GET INTO TROUBLE!
From,
Mum and Dad.”

“Wow!” P.J whispered.
“I know mum and dad are out of town for two days!” I yelled.
“No not that. Who would have ever have thought mum could be so fancy and dad would agree to buy fancy envelopes!”
“P.J how could… wait you’re right …” But how? P.J is never right!

We decided to throw a party. I set up the decorations, P.J was in charge of music and finally, Demi was in charge of the food and drinks. After a while the party got really out of hand. Everyone kept on breaking things! Someone pushed me and my water fell on Serina, the mean, popular girl. Did I mention I hate her?”
She took one look at Claws and turned back to say Claws was the ugliest thing she had ever seen! Claws then jumped on her face and scratched her badly! Serina left and everyone followed her. She fell into a puddle of mud and everyone laughed! Some people came back and started telling me it was a great party.

We cleaned up on time so mum and dad suspected nothing. Mum walked in and yelled,
“Hi Teddy, what have you done?”
“Nothing mum, I was hoping for you look great.” I screeched.
“Ok, but whatever you’ve done, you’re not in trouble this time – ONLY THIS TIME!”

The End