Winter Writing Competition entries

Don’t forget that if you entered our Winter Writing Competition, your entries are right here on the Blog.


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Sara Dapin – Winter Writing Competition 2016

One winter’s day, I was in Snowy River with my puppy. I was very cold. I started to see if there was any wildlife around, then I looked down and my puppy was gone.

I ran around to see if my puppy was still close. My puppy was definitely not close. I felt like my puppy was gone and I’d never see her again. I slowly walked around feeling unhappy. I started to dig to see if someone was just playing a prank but no-one was playing a prank. I dug deeper in the snow, my hand hit something, but it was not my puppy. I dug further and I found a path.

I followed the path and I turned around a corner and there, a few metres away, was a great big white polar bear. I was scared at first but when I got closer the polar bear did not do anything. I touched it and it purred.

It turned out to be a very friendly polar bear. It said it saw a cute little puppy run past. The polar bear said the puppy turned right, then all he saw was a blur. I followed the polar bear’s directions and it led to an old shed. I opened the door and it creaked. I saw an old man sitting on a chair near a fire and the fire was not very warm. He had very little food. He looked up and saw me and he shouted at me to get out of his house. But I didn’t get out.

I started to be polite. I asked him if he saw a dog run past and he said he hadn’t seen a dog, then I left.

Outside the shed was a very big forest. I walked for a while then I stopped and stared. There right in front of me was a tiny cottage. I had to crouch down to get through the door. When I got inside it was as big as a palace. I noticed there was some stairs. I thought I should see what was up there. I went up and the stairs creaked. I heard a sobbing noise.

I followed the noise it led to a small bedroom. Outside the door was bags and bags of money. There was an old lady there. I heard her mumbling to herself. She looked up and she asked me to sit down. She told me why she was crying. She said because she robbed all the money in the bank. I interrupted her because I heard a bark. Then I looked out the window and my puppy was there. I felt so joyful. I quickly ran down the stairs. I hugged my puppy. I walked down through the forest back home.





Violetta Quintero – Winter Writing Competition

One cold winters day a leaf named Eucalypt came out to play with her friends. When she got to the top of the tree, she turned from blue to cream, her friend Bob the stick was camouflaged that day. Her other friend Daisy the flower, her petals were starting to shrivel. They all thought something was wrong. Then they remembered, it was winter.


At night they all snuggled up in a tree. They were nice and warm because of a fire. They didn’t know where the fire was coming from. The next day they could smell themselves and they could nearly taste themselves. Then they noticed a bush fire very near them. Daisy has always wanted to be a super hero…


So they tried spiting at the fire, that didn’t work. Then they tried stealing jugs of water from a house near by. Then they poured the water onto the fire but that just made more fire. They tried to get a hose from a fire truck but they got swept up into compost. Luckily they escaped.


They tried again but they did it a different way. They climbed on the roof like climbing on a tree, they dropped onto the hose and took it while a man was sweeping. They tried to get home, but they couldn’t get home because the fire had spread, so they hosed it to make their way. They saved the day. They finally had a real, warm winters night in a tree, near a fire where people were camping.




Vicky Guan – Winter Writing Competition 2016


Cold days and warm nights-winter writing competition

4th of December 1986

Dear diary,

If there is one thing you need to know about me,its that I am an orphan,and I absolutely hate it,I can’t stand another 60 seconds surrounded by spinster women and homeless children,it’ll be madness..I know,I know ,I should have been grateful,I was given three meals a day,I had a roof over my head(even though it nearly always leaked) we even had a education! In fact you might even call it one of those fancy boarding schools,but those kids have family’s,plus we’re poor.

5th of December 1986

Dear diary,

Today,on this winter morning in London ,a miracle washed upon us orphans,Oh,I must explain,it all started at breakfast,while we ate our usual beige colored slop(well most of us tried to,for some of us ended up vomiting) when one of the younger children started yelling non-stop the word “SNOW” ,and before I knew it everyone was squashed in front of the single window watching the marvelous snow fall and cover the trees in white like icing sugar,for most of us it was the first time they had seen snow, our smiles fell when two of the older staff came in gossiping and forced us to sit down and once again eat our sloppy breakfast,while we pretended to eat, we all had our own thoughts.But me I was angry,I was sick of being pushed around,I was sick of not being able to be like other kids,to have fun.I want cold days of never ending snowball fights,with snow angels and delicate snowflakes ,I wanted golden marshmallows roasted to perfection,scary stories and jokes around campfires,sleeping under the stars.But that’s nothing to do with an orphan…Why can’t I just be happy.Tomorrow I will act.Tomorrow I will be free.

6th of December 1986

Dear diary,

You are the only object besides the piece of bread my friends stole for me from the kitchen when I told them about my plan and the pencil I am using to write this.Yes,I have ran away ,I have taken the first step to freedom,the first step to fun,to warm nights and cold days,though I can’t help but wonder if I had made the right choice or…..not.                                                       7th of December 1986

Dear diary,

I am hungry,I am thirsty,I am lonely.I have finished the bread and started traveling,hoping I might find food,but so far nothing,this is nothing to what I thought,the days are cold and hungry,no fun but instead hard,hard work,cold nights of struggling to sleep,I am so hungry,I would rather eat that slimy slop they gave us,I feel sick,I feel dizzy,I am lost,I am ..                                             9th of December 1986

Dear diary,

Sorry,I couldn’t talk to you yesterday,too busy,you see,I was saved,you’ll probably thinking some kind family picked me up,but sadly,it was a staff member of the orphanage that found me,apparently they were going on their daily stroll to loose weight(I have to admit,she does need to exercise more)anyway,after a big talk with the mean orphanage manager,i slowly walked down the hallway,ignoring my friends disappointment.

24th of December 2002

Dear childhood diary,

Hello,haven’t written to you in a terribly long time,its Christmas eve and this is your gift, a lot has past,I have been adopted by a kind couple,I am now a successful lawyer too,oh ,and the orphanage? Its a lot better,they even go camping in winter! I still visit.I’ve had the best winters ever!