Bookfeast Festival 2015 Competition Winners

Bookfeast Creative Writing Competition 2015

Prizes kindly supplied by:

Blackwell's For Learning For Life

The challenge was to conjure a powerful, memorable setting for a story in no more than 100 words.

Writing Competition Book

Writing Competition Book

There were just under 400 entries and the winners were:

Years 3 and 4

First Prize: Lorien Bray
(Year 4, Little Milton Primary School)

The Fairyland Forest

Wondrous and amazed, I gazed absently into the never-ending canopy of this fairyland forest. As I came to my senses, I realized that I was in a small clearing surrounded by tall, leafy trees that reached the sky and waved slowly in the light breeze. Around the trees, exquisite birds flutter while they sing a beautiful tune. On the ground condensed soil lies silently and peacefully. My nose tells me that damp moss covers the soft earth. In the distance, a stream trickles enchantingly. My footsteps crunch loudly on the mixed dirt and bark. [Word Count; 94]

Second Prize: Millie Elwin
(Year 3, Little Milton Primary School)

A Dark Gloomy Forest

There was a dark, gloomy forest. As the thick trees swayed side to side, it looks like the midnight starry sky gets darker. Sometimes it smells like dead flowers and dry fruit. It’s horrific. You don’t want to go there. As the misty moon rises, you can hear 1000 packs of howling wolves. [Word Count: 54]

Third Prize:  Imogen Hobbins
(Year 3, Beckley School)

How Birds Learnt to Fly

Have you ever been sitting in your garden on a summer’s day and watched a bird fly? Well, they didn’t use to do that. This is how it all began.

Way back when humans weren’t invented, well almost, there was a land called Canaloo. There were sparkling, raging waterfalls, lots of neon palm leaves and thousands and thousands of different coloured birds. There were yellow long-tailed birds, green sparkling chirpy ones, blue water canary ones and the most beautiful bird, Falona, the red phoenix. The only problem was none of them could fly. [Word Count: 93]

Years 5 and 6

First Prize:  Hanan Hussain
(Year 6, St Michael’s CE Aided Primary School)

Day of the Dodo

This story starts in Oxford, in the early Victorian era, before the Dodo became extinct. That is an important fact, remember it. It was early morning and gentlemen in sleek black top hats and ladies with fancy lace dresses were bustling around. This, along with poor people crying on the streets, was a common sight. Not so common was the dodo that waddled through St. Giles, seemingly heading for that huge monument located there. Once the Dodo had reached the monument it tapped it with its beak. And, as if by magic, a hole appeared and the Dodo walked through.  [Word Count: 100]

Second Prize:  Lola Meyer
(Year 6, St Barnabus Primary School)

The Bird Box

At the end of a tiny back garden in central Oxford, there is a colossal oak tree. Hidden between the overgrown ivy and gnarled branches, there is a small, rusty keyhole. The key to it is kept in the handmade wooden bird box at the very topmost branches of the old oak tree. Nobody has ever discovered what is inside the tree. However, a nine- year-old girl has just moved into the house and she adores climbing trees. Inside the tree is a secret library filled with books such as Spying on Birds and Hypnotizing Hedgehogs. [Word Count: 96]

Third Prize: Youna Seymour
(Year 6, West Oxford Community Primary School)

Darkness. Darkness so Deep.

Darkness. A darkness so deep it could terrify even the bravest. All those times when I was little, hiding under the bed sheets afraid of what lay in the dark…And then as I stood there, the darkness seemed to be breathing slow, shallow breaths, but when I listened I could hear nothing. We all get that feeling sometimes, there’s something there, something we can’t see. A sudden light illuminates a barren landscape; ruins of a mighty house, now cracked and covered in moss. Old pines spring up in random places. I take a few steps and turn around… [Word Count: 98]

Fourth Prize:  Beatrice Vincent-Ratti
(Year 6, St Aloysius Catholic Primary School)

Kaia Ran

Kaia ran. Through maze-like roads, through narrow streets. All she could hear was the padding of her feet and her jagged breathing. Eerie sodium light burned the darkness. It felt peculiar to run through these streets with nobody around. In the daylight, it was teeming with life. Now everything seemed sterile and spooky. The houses were quiet; the kind of silence after an attack. Kaia stopped. The repugnant smell of the alleyway’s decaying food hit her nose hard. Bags lay piled up, the contents spilling open. Dark walls seemed to be closing in on her. Snap! She turned… [Word count: 98]

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