One of these is the annual Creative Writing Competition and we are pleased to announce that two of our primary students were shortlisted as winners and will be published in the Nord Anglia Education 2015 Creative Writing Anthology. This year the theme was ‘Somewhere unforgettable’.
Congratulations to Emma Tang and Grace French, whose stories were chosen along with only 28 others from around the world to feature in the book. There were a total of 269 stories submitted from the Nord Anglia Education family of schools, so this is a great achievement!
The judge for the primary category was Award-winning author Joe Craig who writes novels and movies. Thanks to his bestselling Jimmy Coates thrillers he is now, according to The Times, "one of the best spy kids authors... outstanding at both writing and plotting".
Lots of our primary students from BISS Puxi submitted entries and just five were chosen to go through to the judging, so special mention must also go to Helene Zeiss, David Lancaster and Freyha Khogali whose stories were also chosen for submission.
Below are excerpts from the two winning stories and you can read the full story by clicking on the links below. We think you’ll agree – they’re pretty gripping!
By Emma Tang, Year 5
Picture (if you can) the most horrifying sunset in the world. A sunset where the sky swirls, with patches of red and black, wrapping up the world in a blanket of terror. Shadows loomed everywhere. A long, muddy corridor stretched forward, only it didn’t have a roof, or the sunset was blocking the view of the ceiling. The damp, bloody smell filled the air. Smoke drifted through the sunset, filthy, repugnant smoke.
By Grace French, Year 5
As you walk into an old antique shop, you can smell the age-ing products, like a retired home for bits of decrepit wood and metal. You can almost hear the creaks of the wooden floorboard, echoing around the shop, as if nothing was under them. The man running the shop was about as old as the objects around him, he was as slow as a tortoise, a big old one. If you ran your fingers over any object, dust would collect on the tips of your fingers. A small gramophone was playing “Spring” from the four seasons, this music was the exact opposite of the feeling of the decrepit shop, this feeling was, cold, hard, curious…