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Huge congratulations to Jessica Wood (Y13) and Scarlett Lobina (Y9) who will have their creative writing published as part of a collection of stories by young writers. 

These students attend a creative writing club run by Jess and Libby Price (Y13) every Monday  lunchtime here at SRA. Scarlett says, 'Creative writing club is a club where you can spend your time writing stories and poems for fun! I enjoy writing and reading a lot because you can put yourself into other people's shoes and see things from their perspective.'

Scarlett and Jess entered a competition by an organisation called Young Writers, who run national competitions across all key stages to encourage students to stretch their creative writing muscles. The theme was to write 100 words for SOS Sagas: Hunted.

It can be quite a challenge to capture something meaningful in only 100 words, as Jess came to realise, 'I have always enjoyed telling stories of characters or places I had created, however I was surprised that the challenge of building a narrative in so few words was so difficult. It was hard but also very fun to write as every word had to be meaningful.'

Young Writers received over 20,000 entries and the winners will be published as part of a collection in March. Jess and Scarlett still have a chance of further rewards, as 5 finalists will receive £100 each.

Below are the winning entries:

Wanted by Scarlett Lobina

I still have nightmares about it...the day I got caught, the day the police found out. Six years ago, they charged me with the murders of three women. Murders that come back to haunt me every day of my existence. Murders that weren't done with my mind. Murders that my 'friends' pushed me into committing. The police don't know anything about my friends and their evil minds, and the many other deaths as a result. Oh no, not just the three murders, there's more. Quickly glancing at the television - 'wanted' blares across the screen - that's me.

The Sirens Wail by Jess Wood

Released, I thunder forwards, following the pulsating blue arrows ahead. Ignoring the red arrow pointing to my own feet. 

Heart pumping, blood racing, I focus on the vein-like thread.

My lifeline.

Sharp corners, crumbled bricks conspire to delay me. I ignore the burning accompanying every rattling breath. 

I stumble; she is on me, smashing a rock mercilessly on my skull, forking pain bursting my cells.

Her grim face regards me, blue arrow twisting with my red, a tangled life force.

I struggle to keep my eyes open as the arrows fade, leaving only a river of blood.