500 Word Story Competition

Year 1 Spitfire Adventure by Leon 

One day Leon went to a castle and Yubby was bored. Then Whooshy came with a magic wand and she made Whooshy smaller and smaller. Yubby climbed up and up and up until he went into a Spitfire. He had lots of fun in it. Then he went into the Typhoon and he did some tricks and then he landed and Leon came back.

Year 2 The day Matilda got Lost by Matilda 

Matilda was a little girl. Matilda had hair as long as a giraffe’s neck. She had dark brown eyes and a light blue dress. One warm sunny day Matilda was going on holiday to her grandparents’ small cottage in the woods.

When she got there she went for a walk in the clear and peaceful wood with a warm and blue stream. But she went too far and got lost! Just then she heard a voice say “Hello.” Surprised she saw a little alien in a space-ship waving to her.

“Hello” Matilda said back very quietly more like in a whisper. “What is your name?”

“My name is Anna.” Said the alien. “What is your name?”

“Matilda” Said Matilda. Matilda told Anna about her getting lost.

“I will help you.” Said Anna. Then before Matilda could even blink they set off. First they came to the strangest planet ever. Just then a giant table appeared and they started a giant feast. Then they ran to a fair with the strangest rides ever, like rollercoasters with flying wheels! Then they set off again and landed in the Milky Way. Then a colossal splash of milk came and they drank a whole lot of it. Next they came to a chocolate shop and bought a Milky Way each. Then it was time to go home. Matilda said goodbye and went home to her lovely family.

Year 3 Dog Magic by Mae 

It all happened because of my sister. I never thought it could happen JUST because of a cookie.

We were getting ready for bed, when my sister gave me a parcel. “I made something for you Andy!” said Molly. It was a bone shaped, pink icing cookie with rainbow sprinkles. It looked so delicious, I ate it all up in one bite, just as five hundred of us came trundling past. And no they were not all my brothers and sisters. I live in an orphanage. I hate it there. The other children were monsters. I rushed into the dormitory and lay down on my bed. I felt restless but soon I fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning, yawned and stretched. Something felt wrong but I wasn’t sure what. I looked down at my hands but what I saw gave me a shock! Not hands but paws! I must be seeing things. I looked in the mirror and almost fell out of bed. I was a dog as golden as the sun, a fantastic furry fluffball.

I was so shocked I don’t know how it could happen. I wondered what would happen when everyone found out I was a dog. They landed with a bang and a clatter on the floor. This woke some of the others. One girl looked at me gasping. “Matron, Matron, there’s a dog in Andy Jones’ bed. She must have run away and left a dog behind her!”

When breakfast was ready, I couldn’t use a spoon or a fork so I ate straight off the plate. People were staring at me. “”The dog is still here.” whispered someone. “Why is it eating breakfast?”

“Because I’m hungry for goodness sake. And actually I’m not a dog I’m Andy!” I shouted. That must have startled her because she started screaming really loudly. I jumped on the table, glad I was small and ran towards the screaming girl. My paws making tapping noises. I ran towards some other girls and everyone ran out of the hall crying and shrieking. “What is going on?”

School was a problem. I couldn’t do anything because I was a dog and the teacher kept asking why there was a dog in the classroom and I got fed up and bit her on the bottom! She didn’t half scream.

After class I went off to my sister and said angrily “ I think you should turn me back now or there will be trouble!” she looked so scared. She stammered “Y…Y…Y…You n…n…need another c…c…c… cookie!” Before bed I looked everywhere for another of those cookies and eventually I found one. I ate it and went to sleep.

Next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, I wasn’t a dog! I knew what to do. I packed some stuff, ran away and spent my days rescuing thousands of dogs. And now I run a home for rescued dogs.

Year 4 The Evacuee by James 

The bombs floated down into the mayhem of London, sirens wailed, fire blazed and in the midst of it all there lived a boy. The boy was running as fast as he could through his windswept back garden. He dived into the sodden looking air raid shelter, he and his mother were both sitting on a rotten bench facing each other. “Well,” said his mother “I have been meaning to tell you something for quite a while,” She took a deep breath and tears gleamed in her eyes like jewels, “you are going to be evacuated.” The boy looked at his mother a bit taken aback.

The boy sat on the cool leather seat as the train slowed into the small station which was nestled in a small clump of trees. The guard opened the door and a small man with bright blue braces showed him to a sorry looking cart. The horse trotted down a narrow track which led out to one of the most beautiful houses the boy had ever seen. There was howling and barking, the farmer jumped down and stroked the Labrador’s ears. “She’s having puppies.” said the farmer in a surprisingly kind voice. “Oh” said the boy.

“You should get some rest.” said the farmer once the dog had padded away. So the farmer showed the boy to his room. He flumped down and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning it was bright and sunny. Let’s go and pick some fresh apples, these are a bit rotten he said indicating the fruit bowl. They trudged out across the lawn to a big apple tree. They picked two juicy apples. Then out of the blue, there was a wild howl. The farmer threw down his apple and rolled up his sleeves, “She's having the puppies!” he shouted  

The boy sat on a big armchair holding a squirming puppy. This was the first puppy he had seen when he had edged round the corner. This particular puppy was different, this one had a brown patch on him. The boy liked this one a lot more than the others.

Every day he would wake up to the hot tongue of the puppy on his face. Then one day he woke to find an icy feeling in his stomach. He knew what it was. He had to go home. It was odd because he had been longing to go home, but then he thought about it, the puppy. He would miss it so much. He would miss the warm lick on his face when he woke up, the little body squirming on his lap in the evenings.

This was his last supper at the farmer’s house. Soon he would be sitting on the leather seat to go home. The hours sadly went very quickly and before he knew it the train was puffing round the bend and leaving the farmhouse and his puppy behind.

He arrived back at Kings Cross around 6 o-clock. His mother was there as he had been expecting. He tried to look as happy as possible but deep down he felt awful! They arrived back home, he had come home because it was his birthday the next day but he wasn’t excited at all. He went off to sleep as normal.

He woke hoping to feel hot slobber on his face on his ninth birthday but it wasn’t there. He slunk downstairs only to find no presents. So he sat down on the nearest chair and thought. He thought of the puppy over everything in the world. Then there was a knock at the door he ran to open it, there was nobody there, he looked around the street was deserted. Then he looked down and was overjoyed to see the little puppy padding around on the step. It was his only present and the best one ever or so it seemed to him. He spent the days walking, feeding and playing with the little dog. It was the best friend he ever had.

Year 5 The Wolf’s Call by Islay 

Sienna lay in bed, watching her candle flicker. It was four thirty and no-one was awake, just her. Sienna tried to sleep but couldn’t. Carefully she tip toed out of bed and drew back the curtains. Standing still there was the picture of her dead parents. That was all her horrid Aunt and Uncle had told and they would tell her anymore.

Suddenly, a mysterious noise whistled in through an open window. She immediately lifted her eyes as the noise echoed again. It was definitely a wolf. They don’t exist thought Sienna. Cautiously, Sienna opened the window and scanned the mountains in the distance to see if she could spot this “wolf” her dream animal.

“Breakfast” hollered her Aunt. Racing down, came Sienna for she was hungry. She opened the door ready to share some news. “I heard a wolf last night.” said Sienna.

“Wolves, Sienna, are extinct, you’ll never find one.” her uncle sneered, stuffing food into his mouth. She walked to the table but a thought stopped her. Should she escape and try and find the wolf? Sienna sat down to a small morsel of burnt bacon.

“Eat up!” shrieked her Aunt. Sienna had to find that wolf!

Sooner or later Sienna was rummaging around in her trunk finding warm clothes for the journey. In half an hour she was ready. Sienna sprinted out of the house and down the street knocking over boxes and markets stalls. Soon, ahead of her were the mountains. Before she started climbing, she thought of how her Aunt and Uncle would get a surprise.  Sienna giggled and started climbing. Higher and higher the mountains reached and the colder it got. It was so cold it was snowing! Sienna trudged on in the deep snow feeling she was lost but she was DETERMINED.

Suddenly she heard the wolf howl. Tumbling a few times, she ran behind some trees and followed the echoing sound. The wolf howled again. The howls were now extremely loud and in sight was a lake. The lake was so beautiful unlike any, with all colours ripples appeared now and again. Colours were swishing around and then the water parted in two and she saw what she had been looking for…

A wolf, inside the lake. Behind Sienna a rumbling tumbling noise came from up high. Piles of snow came crumbling in her direction. It was too late to run. Sienna was thrown into the lake. She woke beside the wolf on the ground. She had found one. They did exist!

Year 6 The magic gloves by Maggie 

There was once a little girl with long, dirty-blonde hair whose name was Bella. Bella loved football, and was an extraordinary goal keeper, never once letting in a shot.

Two days before her big match, things started to slope south-wards, as all the boys started to jeer at her, and make fun of her. Bella did not know this, but it was only because they were jealous. At the end of a long day, she slumped down against the goal post in a pool of tears and despair.

As she dragged her feet home, she thought of all the things the boys had said to her, and how they had knocked her, making her play worse and worse; ‘’Shorty! Pinecone head!’’ and the worst yet: ‘’you couldn’t recognise a ball if it hit you in the face!’’ Hearing these words in her head again, Bella choked back tears, and thought about how she wanted to quit.

At home, Bella didn’t want her football themed tea, and nor did she want to watch Match of the Day on catch-up. Instead, she ran upstairs and sat crying on her bed. Her mum noticed something was wrong, and immediately called up Uncle Jim. He was there in a flash, exclaiming: ‘’Bells! How are you? I have a surprise! Here, these are magic gloves from when I was young; you’ll never miss a single shot again! Watch!’’ eyes shining with hope, Bella hurriedly put on the sparkling, rainbow gloves. As Uncle Jim lined up the shot, she thought about how much she wanted this to work. The shot was taken, and Bella punched it out with enough force to startle a whale. That night, her confidence was boosted like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

It was the day before the match, and Bella had taken the gloves of to wash her hands, leaving them out on the bench. As sneakily and slyly as a fox, one of the jealous boys, Sam, stole them, and left without a word.

That night, Bella panicked. ‘’ Where are they?’’ she shouted, ‘’I’ve looked everywhere!’’. Burying her face in her hands, she started to lose hope. ‘’No Bella!’’ said Uncle Jim firmly. ‘’ when you put on those gloves, the magic clicked, and will be inside you even without them!’’. Bella went to sleep that night, dreaming of lost gloves, lost hope, and wondering how on earth she was going to get through this without them.

 It was the morning of the match. Bella, hearing her uncle’s words in her head, was starting to feel more optimistic. As her family drove her down to the match, Bella thought about how she had to believe in herself. Their car pulled into the stadium, and Bella soon found herself saving goal after goal. Two hours later, she was on her team’s shoulders, bearing the gleaming trophy, beaming at everyone she saw. The question is, were the gloves magic or not?