Amazing Young Writers Challenge 501 to 600
Amazing Young Writers Stories 501 to 600
On this page, you will find the sixth 100 stories, poems and other pieces of creative writing submitted to the amazing young writers challenge.
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Story 501
A Table in a Room Within a Room
by AH
What do you think when you see a table? Do you press your fingertips against the grains of wood and sink back into the roots that bore through solid ground? Roots that tore through soils and burst through the air into soft green spirals.
Do you ponder what gentle feathers caressed the aged oak? Think about the weight that stretched lazily along the drooping branches. Is the space that it occupies a sight that strikes awe into you?
Do you reflect on the mausoleum that warms your palm or do you think that it would look better painted blue?
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AH is 16 and lives in the UK.
Story 502
A Little Cat Sleeps Here…
by Xinyuan Zhang
I passed an old house in the village, a house that had stood empty for many years.
A cat had died inside, curled within an iron basket of delicate, openwork patterns.
Its bones were small and fine. Once, their owner must have moved swiftly and keenly across rooftops, through narrow lanes, and among the woods. Now, it lay here in peace, like a kite carefully folded away.
Perhaps this was for the best.
The cold and heat of the seasons, the hurts and hardships of this world – all of them had nothing to do with it anymore.
At night, moonlight slipped through the window and scattered itself over those white bones. The little wanderer of the dark no longer stirred.
Carrying its free heart with it, it had gone to sleep here forever.
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Xinyuan is 16 and lives in Slovenia.
Story 503
Light
by Alsu Özgüç
There was naught. Then, there was a dazzling radiance. It blazed beautifully, but after eons and eons, the light dissipated. Darkness rushed back in.
A sea of shining stars shifted and twisted.
A brilliant golden star, surrounded by a spinning sea of sizzling dust. The star, now crimson, consuming everything.
A planet shifting from scarlet to ivory to azure.
A land, once pristine, torn apart with fire and metal.
A town at night aglow with streetlights and billboards.
A darkened silhouette of a person hunched over, outlined in a window.
A drop catching the light for just a moment.
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Alsu is 17 and lives in the UK.
Story 504
Déjà Vu
by Vyan Kumar
8:45 PM.
I remember hearing my sibling had died. Later, I had a son and daughter. One night, my daughter knocked.
“Daddy? Are you up?”
She became ill and died at 8:45 pm. I locked my son in a room, hiding the truth. Then everything decayed into darkness.
Knock… knock… knock.
I woke again. Son and daughter were playing. My phone said 2001.
Then I remembered: the first tragedy wasn’t mine. It was my father’s. I was the child locked away. The girl who died was my sister.
My father had lied to me.
Now the cycle repeats.
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Vyan is 12 and lives in India.
Story 505
We Women Grow
by Charlotte Mary-Rose
We women grow in a modern society that advocates equality and imperfection.
But never fully shields us from those voices stuck in the past.
They stay silent enough to become a normalised, outdated ideology, “always there”.
But in our heads, it’s a constant, relentless attack on everything that makes us women feel united.
They call our visceral hearts too full of the very thing that makes us human: emotion.
But our compassion connects us to all women, those before us who stayed resilient so we can rise.
We women grow in a modern society that is stuck in the past.
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Charlotte is 14 and lives in the UK.
Story 506
The Spoiled Princess
by Orla Newport
Once upon a time there was a spoiled princess. Her name was Ivy. She had a pet unicorn and a golden crown. Ivy loved her unicorn. She played with it all day. Her dad got her everything she wanted.
Then, one day, her pet unicorn had babies and she had to look after them, making her not so spoiled after all.
Ivy made a unicorn petting zoo so everyone could visit the unicorns.
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Orla is 7 and lives in Scotland.
Story 507
A Hot Start!
by Chun Yeung Anzo NG
I could see the cloudless azure sky. I couldn’t see my own shadow; the sun was right on top of me. I could smell the foul smell of rotting plastic on the turf. I felt uncomfortable and sick. I could hear low repetitive beats from my very own fast-pounding heart. I could taste the salty sweat dripping down from my forehead.
The blazing sun shone upon me. I was long sleeved and wore thick goalkeeping gloves. I could feel a scorching sensation in my body like a pie baking in the oven.
Finally, the whistle blew...
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Anzo is 10 and lives in Portugal.
Story 508
Explode
by Aleena
“Don’t do it,” Glendyl warned.
The bohemian waxwing fluttered around my head nervously. I grinned up at her. “Chill. It’ll be fine. I’m gonna explode it, but it won’t hurt anyone.”
“It’s unnecessary danger! This isn’t what your magic chemistry teacher meant for making the unicorn-horn potion disappear.”
“Well, then, tell me, what did he mean?”
“I can’t tell you! That would be cheating!” She glared. The bird was smarter than any being I could think of, though magical animals weren’t considered intelligent. “Cash, don’t use that dragon-breath potion!”
It was too late. The liquids touched. Everything turned black.
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Aleena is 12 and lives in the USA.
Story 509
Autumn Is Here
by Corey Bebbington
I sat in a tree with a snack on my knee, I sat far above as I heard calls of a dove, the winged flaps through the forest and beaks scraping by the river, water enough to make anyone shiver, lush life down below soaring squawks of a crow, hedgehogs in leaves,
And squirrels in trees, rats fleeting with fleas, foxes prance looking for prey, rabbits run to their hideaway, herons fish for a meal that gulls try to steal, I munch on a cracker and watch a bee buzz past, this is autumn and it won’t be my last.
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Corey is 11 and lives in Scotland.
Story 510
The Sun, the Moon and the Hydra
by Haydee Wong Yu Chen
The moon, dimmer than the sun,
Its silver beauty veiled by golden rays.
Yet who decided one must outshine the other?
If we believe in this absurdity,
The Hydra begins to stir.
For every head severed, two take its place–
A never-ending cycle of prejudice,
Passed from one to another.
And for what?
Animals of different names and forms,
Share the same biological source.
And what of us?
We walk beneath different skies,
Yet are we not all humans?
The moon need not outshine the sun.
Neither loses its beauty,
Simply because the other shines.
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Haydee is 13 and lives in Singapore.
Story 511
Don't Let Me Remember
by Elise Fairley
My name has always been Olive Ward. For all 17 years of my life… until today.
“You’re in danger, you must come with me,” the police officer ordered. Danger? What danger?
Apparently, they’re putting me in witness protection; I have to change my name and start a new life. Upon hearing those words, I felt a coldness creep through my body, every cell of my being intercepted by this impermeable iciness. Witness? What had I witnessed?
I asked her why this was necessary, but she was staring unblinkingly at my hand. In my handwriting, it read: “DON’T LET ME REMEMBER.”
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Elise is 16 and lives in the UK.
Story 512
My Friend
by Eva Fathima Basheer
I have a friend,
His name is Berend.
He plays football,
But in winter, he plays snowball.
He has a sister,
Her name is Twister.
She like to dance, draw,
And play on the seesaw.
Berend is a nice friend,
Whose kindness will never end.
I like him a lot for who he is,
And our friendship will never end.
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Eva is 10 and lives in the United Arab Emirates.
Story 513
The Story of a Little Butterfly
by Ayisha Basheer Esra
This is the story of little butterfly,
Who was a caterpillar,
Trying to soar into the big sky
Became a quitter.
But her friends told her to try,
They explained,
She would fly high,
So, hope was gained.
She tried and tried but failed,
So, she decided to give up,
But suddenly she was veiled,
And, when she woke up, she had a glow-up.
She flew with ease,
She was so brave,
She even flew around the trees,
And even a cave.
This story, my friends,
Shows that life is not easy,
But if you tie the loose threads,
You will feel breezy.
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Esra is 9 and lives in the United Arab Emirates.
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