The Very Short Story Writing Competition - Part 2
Here are some more of the best entries in The GB Weekly Short Short Story competition. Next week we will publish some more and announce the winners.
Clothes! Clothes! Clothes! Mum says that I have too many clothes. I agree. The trouble is I just can’t give any away. A few days ago I decided to sell some of my clothes in our garage sale. Do you know why I decided to sell some of my clothes? Because then I can buy more things, like more clothes!
Bridget Williams, under 12
Nervous. That’s what I feel as I shyly sit at the back of the eye capturing stage. The extreme bright light nearly blinding me. “One, two, three, four!” the guitars suddenly start strumming……then the bass starts thumping just like my heart. It is nearly my turn to join in, I’m counting slowly in my head. One……two…..three….FOUR!!
Persia Kerrisk, under 12
Air rushed past me as I shot towards the try line. I knew I was going to make it. I passed the try line with ease. It was a terrific try to end the Rugby World Cup. I felt really great. After, I would go back to that dusty cupboard. That’s life, after all I am just a rugby ball.
Mishael Finney, under 12
I trudged along the damp cave floor, still searching for a way out, even though I knew there wasn’t.
The sound of dripping from stalactites never stopped.
Freezing, hungry, stuck.
Then a flicker of torch lights. “Who’s there?” Oh no, it was Dad coming to ruin my fun.
“Come on dear,” he said, lifting the cardboard box from my head.
Betsy Blasdale, under 12
I felt myself going down, down. Whack! A gust of sand blew in my face. I coughed, spluttered, I looked up, The sand dune was huge. I started climbing again for half and hour. I reached the top. I was so tired. I grabbed my brothers boogie board. In seconds was racing down. I sped down. It was a rush!
Mukunda Knowles, under 12
I was falling, tumbling down through the air, an object speeding to earth. My hair streamed upwards. Gravity quickly pulled me towards earth. I had been waiting to do this for five years, now I was doing it. I pulled the strap behind my shoulder. Woom! The parachute expanded. My pace was rapidly slowed. A goal completed. Done and ticked.
Mirca Fredrick, under 12
The air smelled of clove cigarettes and sandalwood, streets bustling with morning trade. My senses floated upon busy swirls of colour and sound. A warm toothless smile interrupted my daze. Intoxicating aromas lured my appetite as flavours of Asia danced all around me. Wide eyed wonder inspired a new rhythm in my heart. It was my first day in Malaysia...
Bianca Lewis, adult
”Plop” a drop in my soup as I eat. “Plop” – another. I look up, look down and scoot over. “Duff, dopp”, a maggot bounces then settles on the seat where I sat. I look up again, notice a rift in the ceiling. Remember the poison I put out in the attic last week. Rotten rat revenge; maggot in my soup.
Bjarne Vandeskog, adult
My daughter. My precious daughter. My heart constricts with love as I watch her. I remember her birth, her first steps, first words. Tears prick my eyes. I move to stroke her hair, tell her that she’s my world. She turns and I meet her eyes. “What are you looking at. Bitch,” she spits. She’s gone. My heart constricts again.
Emma Brazendale, adult
My mother was in hospital. We gathered and stood for nine hours solid looking down at her. We talked and prayed and sang and stood. The tray of food hadn’t changed since lunchtime, still fresh and shiny. We took turns going out for air and cigarettes. She never opened her eyes but still I wondered if she smelled the cigarettes.
John Black, adult
Man gazed at woman with a handful of pistachios cradled in his fist, she luminous as a stream full of tulips, bobbing. He stretched a palm, green nut of love extended and she took it to her grin, exclaiming with a jig ‘My Devilish Nut Bearer, oh look what we have done!’, before leaping into the puddle, hands and all.
Hannah Schenker, adult
“National Standards will allow us to identify students with learning needs”
“But Minister we can already do this”
“National Standards will allow us to identify students with learning needs”
“But Minister the research shows that they will not improve student learning”
“National Standards will allow us to identify students with learning needs”
“Now, Minister, about those new clothes you’re wearing.”
John Garner, adult
