Write On Norfolk
There’s no time like the summer to let your child’s imagination run wild!
Our Write On Norfolk competition was designed to to keep young minds active and writing skills sharp over the summer holidays. And there were great prizes to be won, including a Fire tablet and books and vouchers from Jarrolds.
We asked children aged from 5 - 13 to submit a piece of original creative writing – a poem, a story, a letter or anything in between.
The piece of writing had to be no longer that 500 words and Norfolk had to appear at some point in the piece.
A winners event was held at the Millennium Library on Thursday 5 October.
Thank you to Jarrolds and BBC Radio Norfolk for supporting our campaign.
Write On Norfolk competition winners 2017
Name of child: Isla Manson
The shells are shiny,
The sea is bright.
The sand is crumbly,
The colourful kite.
The boats are big,
The waves are tall.
The tide is fast,
The stones are small.
The pier is safe,
The slimy seaweed.
The food is yummy,
The flags you need.
The buckets are useful,
The spades are great.
The famous crabs,
They love the bait.
Name of child: Ryan Lake
Once upon a time there lived two space aliens named Bobby and Dylan that loved travelling in their pink, blue and green striped space ship. It was beautifully painted and decorated.
One day they got in their space ship and waved bye bye to their home planet. Bobby and Dylan set off to find a new home. They finally found a new planet called Saturn. When they landed a big gust of wind hit and nearly pushed their spaceship off! After all the wind had died down the two best friends went for a stroll. They came across a big field of candy. It was all different colours. Bobby ran over and started nibbling at the candy canes but with minutes he was covered in big brightly coloured spots! He shouted for his friend Dylan to come and look, Dylan said he thought it was the candy pocks. They decided Saturn wouldn't be a good place to live.
Next the two friends landed on Mars but it was very weird because everything was red and everybody knows that aliens hate the colour red. They decided this also wouldn't be a good place to live.
Finally they landed on a lovely planet called Earth. They spent the next day exploring this lovey green planet and found a lovely area called Norfolk. It had beautiful beaches and the sun was sinning brightly and there was lots of fun things to do. They explored Norfolk visiting a big castle in Norwich, the queens house in Sandringham, a windmill at Birchham and even a train ride along the coast. Bobby and Dylan thought they might be very happy here so decided to make Norfolk there home forever.
Name of child: Phoebe Aldred
Dusk was fast approaching and the employees at Broads Estate Agents, London Street, Norwich, wanted nothing more than to close up early and go home, after a long day. But it was Thursday and the shop was required to stay open until 8pm and Mrs Bridgewater, the manager, kept to strict schedules. She had thin, pebble-coloured hair that she pinned into a bun every day, small spectacles on a string around her neck and cold grey eyes she used to glare at staff. As a strict woman of 69, she would not open or close the estate agents' shop she had worked at for 50 years a minute more or less than it was supposed to be.
To both her annoyance and surprise, the bell above the door tinkled. It was less than 10 minutes until closing time and Mrs Bridgewater was determined to not close late. A family wearing clothes of black and grey had entered the shop. Raindrops glistened in their rust coloured hair and on their pale faces from the storm drenching the whole of Norwich.
“Vivian? Can you deal with these customers as quick as you can please?” Mrs Bridgewater barked at her youngest employee.
The man Vivian presumed to be the father of the family spoke, “We saw your advert for Norwich castle and are extremely interested in renting the property as it is in a pleasantly populated area. Its gothic history is also very appealing to us.”
Vivian noticed the whole family had teeth whiter than sun on snow and were dressed very carefully but they had a hungry look on their marble white faces. Maybe they hadn't had their evening meal so they could reach Broads Estate Agents before it closed, thought Vivian.
After completing the mountain of paperwork and being handed the large rusty key for the castle doors, the family left the small estate agents. As the door shut Mrs Bridgewater came out of her office.
“I'm sorry but there was nothing I could do. The Williams family couldn't help the paperwork takes so long, Mrs Bridgewater.” she replied quietly. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but there was something distinctly strange about the whole lot of them, including the rather strong aroma that still hung about the office. Still, Vivian hoped they'd be happy at the Castle, after all, it was wasn't every day you met a family willing to look after the cold and uninviting gloom of the museum after dark.
A few days later, the Williams family had finally settled into Castle life, and it was not so unlike their previous abode in the Carpathian Mountains. Norman, the patriarch of the group, took one last look through the nocturnal animal section and commented on the bats, “I didn't know uncle Silas had been here so long!” The family agreed it was wonderful to be surrounded by so many of their relatives…they did love a visit to Norfolk.
Name of child: Jem Gordon
North Aisle, Bay Nine
The cathedral towered above Gerry. He was standing in the nave. It made him feel small and insignificant. Maybe he was to some people. The tour guide waved his hands from left to right, as if his hands were playing ping-pong. His voice droned on and on leaving the tour group's minds dead and dull. The pupils of Bracondale School were lounging around despite the magnificent structure. Even his teacher seemed elsewhere. Light poured down from the stained glass windows, catching the pupils' faces. All but Gerry were covered in light; he stayed in the shadows. All the others were blinded but seemed not to notice. Gerry observed that many of the pupils were just standing there, still. Not a word, not a sound.
The tour guide stopped mid-sentence as if his words had been cut in half, only to be replaced by talk of the nearest stained glass window. The guide's eyes went still and his mouth hung open. The words came out without his mouth moving as though someone was using him as a creepy ventriloquist's dummy.
“Welcome to North Aisle, Bay 9,” the guide said but didn't say. “Here you see a memorial window from about 1918. The two pictures that bathe you in the light are of soldiers in the trenches, probably from Great Yarmouth and Kings Lynn. And the scroll at the top says 'The path of duty is the way to glory'. But would you follow duty blindly?”
The guide stopped and his mouth closed. Abruptly, everybody in the light shielded their eyes and stepped out of it.
“Gerry,” called his teacher, Mrs Ray, “You shall come with me. We need to fetch the clipboards.”
Gerry felt relieved; he was glad to get away from the rest of the group. Mrs Ray was already walking through the wooden door that led to the cloisters. He hurried to catch up and dashed through the door. Mrs Ray had now passed through another door out of the cloisters. He ran after her but as he went through the second door he saw Mrs Ray had vanished.
The sun beamed down less brightly than before. The air had a faint chill that disturbed Gerry. A peregrine falcon drifted on the wind sailing round the cathedral. Gerry decided that Mrs Ray had returned to the group and he aimlessly wandered towards Bay 9 like a stray arrow. He looked up at the window and saw that on one of the trench scenes a new figure had been added, and that figure was Mrs Ray.
The tour guide marched towards Gerry. His mouth, once again, was hanging open. Gerry backed away; he felt lost in the dark. He looked at Bay 9 and his heart froze. His classmates stared down from the window, which was stained in blood. The guide grabbed Gerry's shoulders.
“Now, child, have you seen the light?”
Name of child: Daniel Walcott
The lonely man
I journeyed through the forest, my sister in close pursuit. Her hair was a bird's nest and her eyes were blotchy and red, she had been crying. “Max, wh …when will we”. She sniffed, took a breath. “See mummy and daddy”. She looked on the verge of a meltdown. “Soon,” I said not sure whether to trust my own words. We continued through the forest whilst I recounted the recent events to myself…
It was exactly 11:00am when we packed a picnic and left our cottage in South Walsham to spend the day by the broads. We later decided to go exploring in the nearby woods. We followed a lonely path, entering the depths of the woods. In the shade of the trees, we did not notice it had got dark. I recalled the words my mum said just before we left “Be back before six”. I checked my watch. Midnight.
As we continued the foliage got thicker, the trees seemed to be linking up almost like it was trying to stop us from. Something. The very idea of something lurking in this shadowy canvas of a forest sent chills up my spine and I quickly pushed this dark thought away. We walked further; the trees long fingered branches brushed our faces. Then, eventually the trees cleared, backed off, even they didn't want to be here. Soon there were no trees only the remains of a house. Debris littered the floor around it, cracked windows and cloth draped around broken furniture.
Suddenly something cold touched my back. I turned around and my eyes met Meg. But not the bright chirpy Meg I know and love. This Meg was pale as a sheet and terrified, her legs were jelly and knuckles white as she gripped the small golden chain her mum had given her. She was 10, small for her age, and I being 14 was able to lift her off her feet into a warm embrace. The hug seemed to warm her immediately and comfort me, but embraces had to wait. I forced myself to set Meg on the ground so I could survey the surrounding.
A small winding path led the way through some trees further ahead. That was our best bet. “Come on Meg follow me this way.” My voice was weak and cracked, my throat dry. Meg nodded bravely and followed me. Two hours of walking passed and we saw a campfire; life! I thought. We made our way towards it but when we were there we realised the fire was only a few smouldering ashes. All of a sudden I heard a scream and turned around to see my sister in the grip of a slender figure. I stared, shocked. “Who are you”? I breathed. The strange creature dropped my sister and lunged. It pressed its face against mine. “The lonely man,” it rasped. I only just glimpsed his face, grotesque with no clear facial features then oblivion enclosed my head.
Name of child: Nathan Austin
The Life of a Cromer Crab
I am Carcinus Maenas. You can call me Nipper. I live my life in the jagged rocks under the perilous Cromer pier. I call it perilous because, as you probably already know, I am in danger. In danger of all the devious and sneaky crab catchers and their clever catching contraptions. I heard they call themselves humans. However, we, the Cromer crab crew, call them massive, mean, catching machines.
Leaving my sheltered, safe spot under Cromer pier, I set off on my daily swim. All of a sudden, I heard a deafening crash! As quick as a flash, my crab legs rotated, as I was drawn to a mouth-watering scent! Bacon! Yum. The perfect meal to start the day. l tried to resist but it was too late. As soon as I took a miniscule nibble, I was dragged up towards the light. Heads were looming over me. I was petrified and frozen with fear as I was launched on to the hustle and bustle of Cromer pier. Violently, I was poured into a see-through bucket. I tried to stealthily climb out, but with every step I took, grubby hands were reaching for me. I needed to think, and fast. Time was ticking. With my razor-sharp claws, I hastily nipped one of the humans. I was free! Cannonball! With an almighty splash I plopped into the welcoming water like a professional diver.
I dragged myself onto the beach to get some fresh, salty air, but I hardly had time to recover, as a seagull swooped down snatching me by the claw. It was like a ride on a rollercoaster but ten times more terrifying! After what seemed like hours of being carried over the shimmering Cromer sea, I was dropped. Down down down...
Much to my surprise, the landing was as soft as a pillow. My eyes peered down. I had landed exactly on top of somebody's sandwich! My tiny, beady eyes looked up towards a giant head of a child. I was an ant. “CWAB SANDWICH!” she shrieked, and my slender legs gave way as I slid down her arm onto the sand (what a fun slide!) and into the beautiful, baby blue sea.
What a day! I knew I had to get back to my friends and family but what I needed more was a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another day. There are even more thrilling and frightening adventures ahead of me!
Name of child: Mark Gibson
In A Normal House In Norfolk
In a normal house in Norfolk
It could be anywhere
From Happisburgh to Tasburgh, it's real cosy there.
With stinking farms and food that rots
and amazing world class wi-fi! (not)
In a normal house in Norfolk
You'll hear cock-a-doodle- do
For someone's got a chicken and it's annoying through and through.
It wakes you up at five am
as it crows from its brand new pen.
In a normal house in Norfolk
We all love flowers
as they grow in our gardens with their aromatic powers.
It is really, really, really clear
that we all love flowers here.
In a normal house in Norfolk
It could be anywhere,
From Happisburgh to Tasburgh, its real cosy there.
Name of child: Samuel Byrne
A summer day at Blakeney Point
“Hey, Dave! Sun's up over the lifeboat museum. Want to come for a dive to find breakfast? I'm hoping for mackerel today.”
“Hmnnf. Those screeching terns woke me early. And it won't be long now before they arrive.”
In the distance, we could see glimpses of bright green and yellow, the windsurfers on their way to see us at Blakeney Point.
“Better get your good side ready, Dave. It'll be the canoers next, with their cameras. They always adore the sight of your white speckled belly!”
Slowly, Dave lumbered onto his pebble shaped back, his tail accidentally flicking a pinch of sand onto his sleeping, rock-like neighbour whose dark grey body stirred for a second.
The blue and red boards of the windsurfers came close, cutting through the waves now so some of the younger Common seals got excited and plopped into the sea. Their whiskery faces nosed up, just out of reach of the windsurfers, staring.
Then there was that deep rumble and we knew what was coming next. Specks in the distance, heads packed together like sardines, some of them with binoculars, straining to see us. A bronze-coloured dog with a lolling pink tongue was hanging over the side of one wooden boat. Then they were here, the fluorescent orange jackets of the Bean's Boats men, and we could hear that old speech again about Grey seals having longer noses. Dave tucked his flippers underneath his huge shiny body and closed his eyes.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the sun neared its setting point on the horizon and me and Dave counted the terns circling above us. In the far distance, just in sight, were the neat lines of Bean's Boats, their wooden bellies empty of all the visitors. They bobbed slowly up and down, old ropes holding them to the worn planks of the jetty.
Name of child: Martha Galley
A Poem By
A white boat
Took us on the green, reedy water.
The summer sun looked shimmery
On the Broads.
From the boat
We saw dotty spotty caterpillars
Hanging from the leaves of the reeds
On the bank.
Walking by the water
We saw hundreds of
Red and orange butterflies
Fluttering around us.
We stopped to smell
The purple flowers
Their petals slowly swaying
In the breeze.
In the woodland
The birds are cheeping
And the wind is blowing gently
Through the trees.
Our feet are rustling
In the leaves
Which are like a brown carpet
On the ground.
Stopping for a picnic
On a clean wooden bench
The food was yummy
As we watched the birds soar in the sky.
Name of child: Emma Dye
My lighthouse adventure
In the summer holidays, my granddad Pops took us up Happisburgh Lighthouse because he is one of the Friends of Happisburgh Lighthouse. We had to climb a lot of stairs to get to the top. I was really nervous about going up the stairs. Standing at the bottom I felt like a tiny ant in a huge bottle. I felt like it was too high and I would never get to the top. There were lots of steps and my legs got a bit tired but we made it to the control room, which is a room under the light room where they have controls for the light.
In the control room there were small steps up to some windows. I looked out and could see Happisburgh beach. Pops showed us the remains of the Low Light. There used to be two lighthouses, one for the rocks which was the Low Light and Happisburgh Lighthouse for the land, but the Low Light was falling into the sea so it had to be pulled down.
Then we climbed up a ladder into the light room. The light filled up the centre of the room and was like a giant crystal shimmering in the sunshine. Pops told me that it looks like that because it's made of lots of prisms that multiply the light so that the light is bright enough to be seen by boats in the sea. In the prisms we could see our reflections. I climbed up a few more steps so I was almost inside the light and I could see that it has two light bulbs. The smaller one is for when the bigger one stops working.
We looked out of a window and could see the greeny blue sea and the peachy gold sand. Suddenly it got darker and the rain came pouring down and everyone from the beach started running to their cars. It was amazing sight. We waited at the top for a bit longer, each taking turns to climb up the steps and look out the windows. I imagined I was the ruler of Happisburgh looking out over my kingdom. It was a magical feeling. It made me think about how beautiful our world is.
When the rain was almost at stopping point it was time to go. We had a last look around, and then went back down the steps. Our Pops gave us certificates, which he wrote with a golden pen. They said that they were to certify that we had climbed 112 steps to the top of Happisburgh Lighthouse in Norfolk. It made me feel really special to explore the lighthouse with my own granddad.
I loved going up the lighthouse even though I was quite nervous. Would you go up the lighthouse? Would you be scared or excited?
Name of child: Thea Walklate
James the Baker
Once upon a time, there was a boy called James. He baked the finest bread in town. The bread had a delicious smell. To his surprise it wafted round the whole of the Norfolk countryside. Everyone came to buy his bread and James became rich. His friend Max, who was a school teacher, started to get a bit jealous. He wanted to be as rich as James. So he became a zookeeper to see if that might help. But it did not help. He tried a load of other stuff but it did not work, until he became a dentist! He got £22.50 daily and soon was so rich, he became the king. He decided that he would live in Norwich Castle, just as kings should do.
James wasn't jealous of Max, but he did think that Max had become so greedy, he should be in gaol. But no one would put the king in gaol! Except the Prime Minister, Richard Winston, who hated Max and had been best friends with James ever since playschool.
“Of course,” said Richard. “I will help you, I promise.”
They came up with a plan. They would sneak into the castle at midnight and pop the king in gaol. But they would have to wear black costumes to camouflage themselves. They made their costumes with black fabric, and in the dead of night they set off.
When they got to Norwich Castle, none of the guards noticed them because of their outfits. They crept inside and into the king's room. King Max was fast asleep in a huge kingly bed. They got hold of him, put him in the dungeon underneath the castle, and threw the keys in the local dump.
“There,” said James, rubbing his hands together. “That should do the trick.”
Suddenly, King Max woke up and found himself in the dark dungeon, with water dripping down the walls!
“Arghhhhhhhhh!” he screamed.
All the guards heard him and raced to the dungeon. But James and Richard had been very cleverly camouflaged. Their special black suits changed colour to look like pieces of the castle (except bricks). So they ran out of the castle, past the guards and went back to James' bakery hi-fiving, but when they got to the bakery (called Bread Is Best) there were guards at the front of the line!
“James,” they said, sternly, “Did you put the king in the dungeon?”
“Me?” answered James in a pretty glum way.
Sadly, one of the guards had spotted him and Richard putting the king down there. So Richard said, “I will be lowered into the dump to fetch the keys.”
And that's what they did. They unlocked the king, blamed it on a guard called Pete, and they all lived happily ever after.
Write On Norfolk competition winners 2016
Gold – Eve Derisley, 12, from Thorpe St Andrew School, Norfolk Senses
Silver – Eve Cameron, 13, Wymondham High Academy, Untitled
Bronze – Amber Airey, 11, Thorpe St Andrew School, Untitled
Special commendation – Amelia Platt, 13, Litcham School, The House of Ambition
Gold – Sophie Lines, 8, Cringleford Primary, Library and Go Go dragons
Silver – Gabriella Best, 8, Shouldham Primary Academy, Norfolk – The Place I Love to Be
Bronze – Hannah Sydney, 10, Norwich High School, Souls Poem
Gold – Toby Adlam, 7, Erpingham Primary School, Billy the Barn Owl
Silver – Dakota Flannagan, 7, Scarning Primary School, Mermaid of the Deep
Bronze – Harrisen Hale, 7, home educated, Pete the Peregrine Falcon
Write On Norfolk 2016 winning stories
Name of child: Eve Derisley
School: Thorpe St Andrew School
I see swallows soaring high in clouds that wisp above farmers corn that glows golden in the spring sun.
I see towering windmills in their glory, sails cutting steadily through the air like knives through butter.
I see stretches of fields and greenery, buzzing with wildlife below the depths of harvested soil.
I see poppies swaying innocently in the wind, the hay bales that children long to climb.
I smell that fresh scent of Norfolk, that carries through the landscapes.
I smell that waft of fish and chips, tickling your taste buds and forcing me to splash out on a seaside delicacy.
I smell the salt on my lips, with images of happy days on the beach.
I smell the rain, as it dances on the country lanes.
I taste the mud that splatters my face when my wheels race down the road.
I taste the lavender fields, when I gallop my horse across the purple meadow.
I taste the metallic gunfire, that reaches the plump pigeon so early in the morning,
following several more shots skywards that send out frightened squawking.
I touch the warm udders of a cow that takes in grass and descends milk into a tin bucket.
I touch the milk that is transported up to the farmers wife, and fed to the baby lambs playing innocently.
I touch the fresh eggs that nestle beneath the chickens soft, ruffled feathers.
I touch the Norfolk way of life and it touches me.
I hear the Norfolk accent that is as rough as sandpaper, yet familiar and warming.
I hear the whistle of wind, that scales my eardrums, as my legs pump my bike around back country roads.
I hear the swallows swooping, as they call the first signs of Spring.
I hear nature calling at midnight, hoots of owls and barks of foxes, comforting in the nights silence.
Name of child: Eve Cameron
School: Wymondham High Academy
Norfolk is only for the pure. The county of goodness, that's what they say. But I can't change my neurological makeup. I try to hold back my evil like Poseidon holding back the tide. Evil is in the eye of the beholder, right? What one person finds good another may find evil. But evil is inside me, unfolding like dye onto water.
Tomorrow I will have to take a pill that alters my DNA after some tests. January 1st, 2356. If I'm good, then my eyes will turn gold. My skin will be baptised in buttery luminosity. If I'm evil, my eyes will flush carmine. I'll have an injection which makes you mindless and have to do labour. Out founder Katrina Kilane made the injection and pills. She also made the forcefield that encloses Norfolk, separating it from the corrupt. I see pictures of her sometimes. Her eyelashes scatter light, her smile the ragged edges of clouds. Her eyes like a forest pool soaked in summer sunlight.
The tests are difficult the next day. There are tricky statements that you have to circle yes or no for.
It's ok to steal if it's to help someone else, I read.
Stealing is evil, helping is not. Yes.
Power should only be given to those who earn it. Easy enough, yes.
Killing in the name of good is ok. No.
I chew my pencil and clutch the paper and ponder until the time is up.
Next are the character tests. Would you save one relative or six strangers? And the interviews. I know I've failed. My belligerent tone, my glare...
Norfolk is Pure, I tell myself. That's why the forcefield separates it from the rest of Britain.
As I wait for my pill, I watch the sunlight, apricot and charcoal, like summer's skin, stream through the window.
"Alexis Greenwood?" A woman asks.
I follow her to a room; there is a single pill and mirror.
The system is good if you're good. Wonderful if you're wonderful. But I'm not. I swallow my pill, and feel an itchiness in my eyes. I rub them, then look into the mirror.
Red eyes. Evil. Impure. I calm my shaky breaths and look desperately for an escape. I'm being monitored. Any minute now they'll come for me. I grab my chair and smash the window and begin to climb out when I hear shouting.
I run, but my crimson eyes will make me stand out anywhere. The city I live used to be a flat countryside. Wymondham. You can still find water pump ruins. Now it's skyscrapers-and-robots technology. The people in the street surround me. Something about the voiceless formation frightens me.
LIke they're being controlled too...
Unless they are. Their pill alters but doesn't destroy their minds unlike the pill.
Strong hands grab me, and I'm dragged to a white room and strapped down. I scream when I see the needle.
"It's just business sweetheart," the doctor says, and silences me forever.
Name of child: Amber Airey
School: Thorpe St Andrew School
Fire and smoke filled the Winter air as the people of Cresswell Street gathered. Hazel, who had just popped to the shop to fetch her mother some bread, pushed through the crowd to see what had happened. There she saw a weird sight - her mother and father were lying on the ground. “Oh Mum, Dad, get up, what are you doing?” She stopped. The couple weren't moving, breathing or blinking, their eyes filled with dust. It struck her, the pain tearing her heart in two. Her knees buckled and Hazel fell to the ground clutching her heart and hot, wet tears ran down her pale white cheeks. Then a warm hand wrapped around Hazel's shoulder. She turned and her eyes met a plump friendly face, though it was blurred by her tears. “Is this your Mother and Father?" the Policeman asked.Hazel slowly nodded her head. “I think you should come with me, poor thing.” Hazel didn't want to go but she was too weak to resist. The last thing she remembered was looking at a bright white wall.
She was woken by a pair of long nails that dug into her back making her jump in fright. Hazel twisted her head and saw an old pointed face. The lady was dressed in a bottle green pleated skirt with a matching jacket and hat. She opened her thin pursed lips and started speaking very quickly “I'm your Great Aunt and you will be living with me for the next eight years by which time you will be nineteen and leaving. You shall call me Miss Scriven.”
The following day, Hazel walked up to some towering, green, wooden doors. At which moment she knew life was going to change beyond her imagination.
Hazel sat quietly in the kitchen, straining to hear the hushed voices from the next room. Although she couldn't catch every word, she could tell by her aunt's voice that she was angry and knew that her current plight was the result of a Zeppelin attack on her home town of Kings Lynn. When her aunt came out there was an awkward silence, she sat down and sipped her sweet tea slowly. The silence was broken with a loud knock at the door “Go get it.” Miss Scriven said, Hazel went to open the door but no one was there. She was just about to close the door when something caught her eye. There, on the doorstep was an old shoebox. Quietly, she picked up the box and took it inside. Closing the door gently behind her, she paused in the hallway to peek inside the box. To her amazement, she found herself staring at some items of jewellery that she knew belonged to her mother. She tiptoed upstairs to her room, knowing that her Great Aunt would soon be looking for her. The shoebox was hidden carefully under her bed. The next few years may be hard but she now had treasured keepsakes to help her through...
Name of child: Amelia Platt
School: Litcham School
The House of Ambition
The large black gloved hand clenched the glistening axe. It hovered for a moment then like a falcon it ripped the air and flew downwards. There was a thud. It reverberated wildly, spreading the sound of a dreadful finality. The raucous crowd screamed its approval as Anne Boleyn's head was lifted high into the air.
A year later Tom Boleyn crept stealthy through the dark, oppressive corridors of Blickling Hall, Norfolk. Dappling pools of candlelight shone on white pale faces that dominated the paintings hanging on the rich velvet walls. Blickling Hall had once been a bustling home. The Boleyns' home had been reduced from an orchestra of wealth to a silent ensemble.
Tom felt a chill on the back of his neck. His body convulsed into shivers as a familiar and mocking voice whispered, “It is I, Anne.” A wave of memories drowned his brain. Anne his sister. Both siblings had been born into a house and family of power. Fed on ambition, the walls of Blickling could not hold them and their insatiable hunger to be loved, known and wanted. When Anne had caught the attention of Henry VIII the Boleyns had encouraged her, including Tom. When Anne had fallen, the Boleyns had regarded her with distaste, so the Boleyn family had returned to Blickling now suffocated by the outside world and not the house as it had been.
Tom turned slowly. Anne Boleyn stood before him dressed in a black dress that seemed fathomless. Her face was pale porcelain. The face was youthful and yet the years of hardship were shown in the harsh lines that cut through it. Her brown eyes filled with accusation bored into Tom's. He felt a stab of guilt. Her long and slender neck stood out, painfully stark in the darkened hallway. Her neck was unadorned except for a bloodied scarf tied around her neck. She seemed real, human except for the shimmering outline of her body.
The wind outside the hall howled incessantly. Anne stepped towards Tom. Even in death she commanded attention. Her face was dispassionate, her mouth arranged in a mocking smile. Tom closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. The revenge for his continued pursuit of power which had resulted in her death. Instead he found himself engulfed in a hug. It was like he had been shoved into icy water and yet he felt the remnants of warmth struggling to be heard. He stared hard at his sister and saw his sadness reflected in her eyes.
“I'm so sorry,” he whispered.
Anne smiled, grabbed his hand and led him through the halls of Blickling. They spent hours frolicking reverting to their childhood form. And as the morning sun rose in molten flames Anne smiled and whispered, “See you soon.”
As she vanished into the sunlight Tom turned and saw Blickling properly for the first time. He saw the beautiful house fully and for once it was enough.
Name of child: Sophie Lines
School: Cringleford Primary
Library and Go Go dragons
I was sitting reading a book in the forum library when I heard a kind of swishing sound. I turned to have a look and I saw a wing flapping behind a bookshelf. “I wonder what that is”, I said to myself, and went to investigate. There, behind the book case, was a bright colourful Go Go Dragon. The dragon turned around and asked me “What's your name?” I was lost for words and eventually replied, “errr Sophie.” Opening her wings as wide as she could and taking a bow she said “My name is Colourburst and I could do with some help Sophie.”
Colourburst explained that unless more children read books Norfolk would become as grey as dust. “You see,” said the dragon sadly, “when children read books their imagination runs wild and this fills the air with joy and colour. Without it our market will lose its stripy colours and our golden rapeseed fields will fade. Too many children are watching television and playing video games.”
I felt angry and heart broken. “I'll do anything to save Norfolk!” I said. I hopped on Colourburst's back and said “Go Go dragon fly to the BBC”, and with that Colourburst flew up into the air and flew me to BBC office. I told the people working there it was an emergency and I needed to make an advert really quickly. So, as quickly as I could, I put an advert on the television that said “Read books, read books, it's good for you and Norfolk so switch you're gadgets off”. While I was making the advert Colourburst was making leaflets. When Colourburst and I where finished I hopped on her back and we posted the leaflets through everybody's door. “Well done Colourburst, I hope this works” I exclaimed happily.
Colourburst flew me home and I went to sleep. The next morning I had some breakfast and met Colourburst in the library. We were glad to see the library so full of people reading books but there was no room for us to sit down so we picked a pile of books and sat on the steps outside. When I looked up I saw a rainbow shooting across the sky and I had never seen the stripy market roofs shine so brightly. I knew our job was done. I smiled broadly and threw my arms around Colourburst but she felt cold and hard like a statue.
Every time I walk past Colourburst on my way to the library I remember our mission fondly and if I stare hard enough I can even convince myself that she winks.
School: Shouldham Primary Academy
Norfolk, the place, where I love to be,
Big skies and countryside and close to the sea.
On our way to King's Lynn, to do some shopping,
Around the roundabout with the bunnies hopping.
With it's busy port and Captain Vancouver history,
Old and beautiful buildings, some full of mystery.
Lunch with my family down on the quay,
Is one of my favourite places to be.
A happy, fun town by the sea,
Hunstanton is the place to be.
I run on the beach and take off my socks,
I love the hot sand and stripy rocks.
The lighthouse towers above me on high,
Seagulls dive and swoop from the sky.
Although the lifeboat is often called out to sea,
It's still one of my favourite places to be.
Wells Next the Sea, another favourite place to be.
Through the pine woods, I love the smell,
Will the tide be out or in? Only time will tell.
Amongst the colourful beachhuts galore,
I love to lay on the white sandy floor.
Down on the quay, I just have to say.......
Crabbing and fish and chips, the end to a perfect day!
Norfolk is the place to be,
If you have not been, you must come and see.
Migrating birds, off to far away places,
Big blue skies and open spaces.
With Holkham and Sandringham fit for a Queen,
Norfolk is special, it's beauty must be seen.
Name of child: Hannah Sydney
School: Norwich High School
I scanned the beach.
I was alone.
A solitary figure in the receding light, carefully proceeding towards the site of the footprints, on the now famous Happisburgh beach.
I advanced, right on top of them now, waiting to feel it.
The same sensation I felt five years ago, on this very spot.
And there it was, the presence of another, yet not wholly there.
I whispered: 'What are you? Ghosts?', though I did not expect a reply.
Yet I was given one.
It was not a sound, it was a thought, in my own head, but not from me:
'We are no ghosts. We are souls, from 800,000 years ago. We stay on this site, waiting for a soul like yours to come alone, and listen to our story.'
I waited, in case they said any more.
When they were silent, I asked: 'Tell me a name for me to call you by, for you must have one.'
Now a different voice spoke, telling me their name was Vercingedotta, and they were 7 years old. Her father was Haermid, the 23-year-old leader.
I was intrigued by their presence, for they had not talked to me when I was 5.
I just stood there, in the footprints of Vercingedotta, contemplating existence.
After what must have been three minutes but what felt like forever, I realised I had to go.
I promised to come in another five years, and haltingly meandered away, silently pondering the vanishing cliffs crumbling above the beach.
In years to come, the whole village would be washed away.
Would the footprints of my friends be eroded too?
And is sound really there if only you hear it?
Name of child: Toby Adlam
School: Erpingham Primary School
Billy the Barn Owl
Let me begin with my name. It's Billy the barn owl but you can call me Bill. I am rather a handsome barn owl with brown and black speckled feathers, a creamy white face and two beautiful black eyes to look into the distance and see many things. Our story begins at the Norfolk Broads where I see three people I know called Toby, James and Alex taking Never Can Tell 2 for a sail. It's a hot and sunny day and is the first time Toby has been sailing. He is very good with the rudder. Further up the river, I see Salhouse Broad and people queuing up very excitedly for a delicious ice cream from the anchored ice cream boat. It's a shame I don't like ice cream especially on this hot day. I take a break from flapping my massive wings at Ranworth, and I perch on top of the church tower so I can see for miles around. From this height I can see Never Can Tell 2 coming back with its trusty sailors on board. I see a flash of blue as the amazing Kingfisher dives into the river and comes out with a tasty fish for its lunch.
Our next stop is Erpingham. Today the children at Erpingham Primary School are learning about Sir Thomas of Erpingham and the battle of Agincourt. They watch archery and fencing. I love to dodge the flying arrows shot from the big long bow! Oh there's a little mouse for me, yum yum!
To the splashing waves and cool sand at Cromer next. Lots of children are making sand castles and catching crabs. I can smell hot chips and hear the noisy arcade machines.
I swoop down over Wroxham Barns to look at the sheep, cows and horses on the Junior Farm. Oh those cheeky goats trying to nibble the children feeding them. It's time for the lambs' bottle feed and I can hear noisy children in the barn helping with it.
Hovering over Norwich cathedral, I look at the Peregrine falcons nesting at the top of the tower. Even though we are all birds of prey, I am better at hunting and far more beautiful.
I fly around the magnificent Norwich castle and look at the ramparts. My least favourite thing about the castle is the stuffed owls in the glass jars! I wish they could be flying with me today, what brilliant fun we would have.
I follow a train from Norwich to Great Yarmouth and watch people enjoying the snail ride at Joyland, which many families of barn owls have enjoyed.
Time for a quick prehistoric adventure at the Dinosaur Park. Look as I brave flying through the jaws of t-rex! And I see a saber tooth tiger, a woolly mammoth and some cave men!
Well then, what a wonderful flight around beautiful Norfolk. Time for me to go and rest ready for my next adventure, which I may tell you about soon.
Name of child: Dakota Flannagan
School: Scarning Primary School
Mermaid of the deep from Norfolk
Once upon a time there was a girl called Coral she was a lovely mermaid and she had two sisters Sophie and Alice who were princesses. Their mummy and daddy were King Marlin and Queen Oceania.
They all lived in a castle under the sea near Holkham beach in Norfolk. One day a scuba diver called Mike came to dive under the sea and saw the mermaid castle, all the mermaids hid in a secret Chamber as they were scared.
Mike came up to the surface and the mermaids came out of the secret chamber, Mike told everyone about the beautiful castle he had seen in the sea. Everyone thought he was making it up, they stopped talking looked at him and laughed. Mike felt disappointed so took his friends to the castle and they could not believe what they saw. They saw a mermaid it was Coral and she was terrified, they caught her in a net and she screamed for help. They took her to the beach, her tail turned blue the beach was sandy and had lots of sea shells and stones. She was so frightened as she had never been on this beach before, it was full of people and big furry animals that made lots of barking type noises, some were on a long bit of rope and others were running free.
Mike lived in a big house nearby that was known as Holkham Hall his name was Mike Coke. The house was really big and had a huge garden with a swimming pool. He took Coral to his house to put her in the pool, his friends helped him carry Coral over the beach through the trees and and up a really long lane into the house. Coral was still crying and wanted to go back to her castle. Lots of people came to see the mermaid and then someone from Great Yarmouth came and took her to a new home at the Sea life centre.
Coral was missing her sisters, mum and dad and was very unhappy. Mike went back to the Mermaid castle and found her family, he took them to be with Coral at the sea life centre. They got fresh fish for breakfast everyday and they performed special diving tricks for the visiting boys and girls. Every day that passed , Coral and her family cried and were sad as they missed the sea and the castle - they wished that someone would rescue them.
Their sad cries were heard over the wind by Willie the whale who summoned all the sea creature friends nearby. Willie whipped his huge tail and a large wave of water flooded the sea life centre allowing Coral and her family to escape into the sea and they were never seen again. Even the castle had disappeared. If you should ever go to Holkham at night you may just hear Coral singing in the wind.
Name of child: Harrisen Hale
School: home educated
Pete the Peregrine Falcon
My nest is atop Norwich Cathedral spire,
I look down on the city as I soar higher and higher,
I see the beautiful market with its coloured stalls,
the Norman castle with its thick stone walls.
Chapelfield Gardens with its bandstand and chess,
a pantomime dame in a fairy tale dress.
I hear church bells pealing for miles around,
busking musicians join the sound,
swans honking as they fly in formation,
trains tooting as they enter the station.
I smell the river Wensum full of fish,
tasty chips a local dish,
freshly cut grass at Carrow road,
Eaton park gardens neatly hoed.
I`m a Peregrine Falcon my name is Pete
I have the whole of Norwich at my feet.
Name of child: Emily Krause
Special commendation: This entry has been written phonetically which is very typical of a 5 year old learning to write. The judges found this particularly endearing.
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