Last chance to enter Write on Norfolk creative writing competition - as we publish three more entries

Logo for the Write on Norfolk competition

Logo for the Write on Norfolk competition - Credit: Archant

This is your last chance to see your work of creative writing judged by an international best-selling author, and printed in the EDP.

Launch of Write on Norfolk at Millennium Library. Pupils from Sprowston Junior School with judges, l

Launch of Write on Norfolk at Millennium Library. Pupils from Sprowston Junior School with judges, left to right, Caroline Jarrold, Louis de Bernieres, Martin George, Wendy Thomson and Alison Thomas.Picture: ANTONY KELLY - Credit: Archant

Entries for the Write on Norfolk competition, run by the EDP and Norfolk County Council, with Jarrold, close on Wednesday, August 31, with Louis de Bernières, author of Captain Corelli's Mandolin, on the judging panel.

Martin George, education correspondent at the EDP, said: 'This is a great opportunity for keen young writers to exercise their imaginations, but besides the fun, there is a serious point behind the competition.

'Research has shown that the academic performance of many children dips over the long summer holiday, and schools have to spend a lot of time in the autumn helping them catch up again.

'By encouraging young people keep writing over the summer, we hope they will be have a flying start when they go back to school next month.'

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Today, we are published a final set of three entries, each from a different age category.

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Georgia Snelling, five, of St Martin at Shouldham Primary Academy

There is a roundabout in Kings Lynn

And lots of bunnies live there

I call it Bunny-bout or Rounda-rabbit

I love Bunny-bout

When we drive past

I say Daddy 'not too fast'

I like it when the traffic lights make us stop

I have more time to watch the bunnies hop

The bunnies like the sun

They have lots of fun

How did they get there with traffic all around?

They might have a tunnel underground


Dominic Stephens, 10, of Denver Primary

Pirates of Cromer

My Granny, Grandad, Nathaniel and I were all making our way to Cromer in the car. We were heading over to the beach to go crabbing. We chose that particular day because it was nice, bright and sunny with the tide looking like it had diamonds floating on the top. I had to squint my eyes to see the tide though as it was so far out. The pale yellowy sand was being well used to make a multitude of sand castles.

We arrived at the beach to set up camp by a bunch of rocks next to the very tall cliff that was towering over the village and preventing it from flooding. The rocks were also acting as a very welcome sun shield. Later we ate our very yummy food. After that we went crabbing for about forty minutes. As we started heading back I managed to drop a shell I had found under some sharp rocks and stopped as the tide started taking it out to sea.

There were a couple of colourful fish swimming around the shell. I reached to grab it and managed to trip over a piece of wood sticking out. It looked interesting so I began to dig it up; this was difficult as seaweed of all different colours kept falling in the hole.

After a while I decided I needed to call on Grandad's help to dig up this chest. Grandad was uttering something and I tried to make it out but I couldn't because of the noisy sea crashing on the shore and many seagulls squawking tremendously loudly.

So I ended up running up to him by veering through all the crowds of children building sandcastles whilst the adults sun bathed, kicking sand up behind me as I did so. As soon as I made it to Grandad, we headed back to the chest and slowly together we unearthed it.

Luckily Grandad found a sharp piece of flint so I could start bashing at the lock. I looked up to check we weren't being watched but out at sea I saw a ship with mysterious black sails. Finally I busted the lock and lo and behold inside the big rotten chest was...


Jem Gordon, 11, from Framingham Earl High School

The Man in the Tree House

I'm the man in the tree house. I know it's not a great name but my initials would be T.M.I.T.T.H. so you might see why I chose the name I chose. I'm a wooden sign in Trowse to represent the 'great' Trowse flood (I don't see why a flood's 'great'). That's probably the reason I'm in a tree house: to escape all the water.

I live alone apart from Spikey, the wooden hedgehog who - put simply - is dull with a capital d so he's really Dull not dull (writing Dull without a capital d is simply...well...dull). For example the other day I tried to engage him in a conversation. Here are the results:

'Hey Spikey, seen what's on ITV's Anglia News lately?'

Spikey says nothing.

'Uh, Okay I guess you're an Eastenders fan then. Myself, Strictly Come Woodworking!'

Spikey says nothing.

'...Right, well...ermmm...Ah! How about this, why don't we play I-spy-with-my-splintery-wooden-eye, Trowse sign edition! You go first...'

Spikey says nothing.

'Right, Okay I'm going to stop the whole 'try to engage in a conversation with the stubborn hedgehog' thing and say this...DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT WANT TO PLAY I-spy-with-my-splintery-wooden-eye, Trowse sign edition?'

Spikey says (can you guess?) NOTHING!

'Fine, you can just sit there sitting there with your sitting there whilst not moving but just sitting there thing!'

Spikey says nothing but two kids walk past and say to their Mum, 'Mum, look at the cute hedgehog and a silly man with a silly hat whose head is stuck in his tree house!'

The Mum replies, 'Oh, yeah! Never noticed them before!'

Then they just walk on out of sight and I say (when they are out of sight!) 'How have you not noticed us before? I've been here longer than you and I can't walk, and to your kids my head is NOT stuck and my hat is NOT silly. Comprende?' before I turn my head towards Spikey and shout, 'Stop hogging the hedge!'

And that was how it went.

Call me old-fashioned but now I'm standing counting how many blue and red cars go past (and others like yellow, ULTRA rare) because there's nothing (and when I say nothing, I mean nothing) else to do...Oh wait two blues and a red, and wait is that a...O.M.G! A YELLOW CAR! It must be my lucky day. In fact there's lots and lots of yellow on lots and lots of random people who are walking past wearing yellow and green. It's silly it's not like we live in Brazil! But then there are people chanting something about being on a ball. I mean please don't be absurd with a capital a. You'd just fall off!

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