Amazing Young Writers Challenge 301 to 400
Amazing Young Writers Stories 301 to 400
On this page, you will find the fourth 100 stories, poems and other pieces of creative writing submitted to the amazing young writers challenge.
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Story 301
Chuuya's Radiant Ritual: A Tale of Tender Care
by Rachelle Lopoua
In the realm of beauty and care, Chuuya’s skin reflects his devotion to self-care. Each morning, he begins with a gentle cleanse, washing away the night with warm water, leaving a fresh canvas that radiates a natural glow. Despite his occasional indulgences, the faint traces of smoke and alcohol never mar his skin's clarity.
After cleansing, he applies hydrating serums and moisturizers, each step a careful ritual. Throughout the day, whether in bustling streets or dimly lit rooms, his skin remains soft and radiant, a testament to the harmony he cultivates between indulgence and dedication to self-care.
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Rachelle is 13 and lives in England.
Story 302
Problem
by Sultanbeibarys
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Sultanbeibarys is 14 and lives in Kazakhstan.
Story 303
Why Are Rainclouds Dark?
by Om Sahu
There I was, half-asleep in chemistry, drowning in “calorimetry and heat exchange” – adiabatic, blah blah. Not a clue what was happening. Then I looked out of the window: dark clouds, heavy with rain. Hold up... if water’s clear and vapor’s kinda white, why do clouds go dark?
Curiosity hijacked my brain, so I did a quick dive into some physics (because why not?). Turns out, rainclouds look dark ‘cause they’re packed with water droplets or ice crystals, scattering and blocking sunlight. More water = darker clouds. So, yeah... ended up learning physics in chemistry class.
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Om is 17 and lives in India.
Story 304
The Day That Aldi Died
by Chloe L.
It was an ordinary day; birds sang and trees danced. Gabe opened the fridge for breakfast but no milk was seen.
He got in the car and travelled to Aldi.
He walked in the veg aisle and down the freezer aisle. He made it to the cake aisle and saw Cuthbert out of his box.
Cuthbert the Caterpillar went on a riot! He was bursting bottles. He found the lighter set. He flicked it on and the fire awoke…
“Bye, bye, Aldi!” Cuthbert spoke, as the flames engulfed the shop.
Gabe screamed and cried, “My only true love! Rest easy…”
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Chloe is 12 and lives in the UK.
Story 305
The Creature
by Dominic M.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was more than 8ft tall. It looked like a sheep and a donkey mixed!
Uglier than a tarantula with rabies; more horns than a goat; more teeth than a years-old collection; more ears than anything in the world!
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Dominic is 12 and lives in the UK.
Story 306
The Tortoise and the Hare
by Gouhar R.
A bunny and a turtle were doing sports. The turtle was slow, the bunny was really fast.
One day, the bunny saw a race and if you won you would get a prize. At the same time, the turtle was walking when the turtle noticed the club and sighed.
The next day was the day of the race. The turtle practiced to win and tried really hard, but the bunny just rested. The bunny thought he was fast, so he rested, quietly and peacefully. But the turtle worked hard…
The turtle won because the rabbit was selfish.
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Gouhar is 12 and lives in the UK.
Story 307
The Forgotten Waltz
by Parvina Naimi
The old woman sat on a park bench, watching kids play. Their laughter filled the cool autumn air, a sharp contrast to the quiet sadness she felt.
She held a worn-out photo – a faded picture of a young man in a soldier's uniform. Her heart ached with a familiar pain, a sadness that never really went away. Years had passed, but the memory of his warm smile and happy laugh still lingered in her mind. A single tear rolled down her wrinkled cheek, a sign of a love that defied time and loss.
As the sun started to set, casting long shadows across the park, she whispered a silent promise to the photo, a vow to keep his memory alive, forever etched in her heart.
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Parvina is 17 and lives in Tajikistan.
Story 308
Rusting-Ending
by Thomas Lathwell
It lay, alone in the quiet field that winter claimed and released yearly. The machine. It once ate the life of the plains in its flaming guns, blazing and screaming death. Yet now it lays quenched of wrath, watching those that live in the old warzone. Now frozen in place, as rusted in colour as the dirt that cloaked it.
For years its little light flickered, not wanting to lay alone. Yet perhaps, after so many years – years of feeling roots grow into it – it should lay down, accept it's lost. And just rest for a hundred years.
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Thomas is 17 and lives in the UK.
Story 309
Forgotten Forest
by Erjanova Aymira
The forest whispered something to the wind, as if telling stories of long-forgotten people and their dreams. A lantern flickered among the old trees, and its light cast strange, almost living shadows.
The girl stood under the crowns, holding an open notebook, as if catching the words the wind brought to her. She wrote everything down quickly, her pen seeming to connect the ordinary world with something magical. The words seemed to breathe, as if taken straight from the heart of the forest.
When the lantern light went out, she closed the notebook, feeling surprised. The forest was silent, hiding its secrets again.
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Erjanova is 16 and lives in Uzbekistan.
Story 310
The Rising Spanish Hero
by Sharvil Jadav
Eric – a teen with an ardent passion for football – was called up to the Spanish national team.
When his family heard about the news, they were absolutely euphoric, bursting into a deluge of tears of joy. All of the media were as surprised as deer caught in headlights; fame showered upon Eric. Everyone – including the two ‘goats’ (Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo) – were flabbergasted.
“We picked him because we can see an admirable future in him. He has great potential,” stated the Spanish football federation.
He had 26 goal contributions, which they saw as a huge potential.
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Sharvil is 11 and lives in the UK.
Story 311
A Hawk
by Snezhana
The deep, unnerving night, drawing all into its dark embrace. A hawk, clinging precariously to a branch, was trapped like Prometheus, unable to break free from his silent torment. His desperate cries echoed across the canyon, a lonely symphony lost in the vastness of the surrounding darkness, leaving a disturbing sense of his complete isolation. Did he even exist if unseen and unheard?
He suffered unbearable pain, but why should we know, if his story remains unheard? Perhaps he was merely a fallen tree, silent and unnoticed.
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Snezhana is 15 and lives in Russia.
Story 312
Found Myself
by Supreen
Masking my sight, fog hid my old self. I saw myself being happy with small things, confident, and with no insecurities.
The fog became more intense. I decided to run to the light to see my old self, but darkness was forcing me back. I started running without thinking, getting closer and closer to my old innocent version.
Finally, I reached my goal, hugged myself, and closed my eyes. My old version was gone when I opened my eyes.
That day, I FOUND MYSELF.
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Supreen is 14 and lives in Pakistan.
Story 313
Foil Over Heart
by Egembergen Kamaliya
From July 20 to November 17, I was in a relationship with a guy. We started dating while he was in London, which made things difficult, but it was unforgettable. We talked every day and when he returned in August, we spent time together.
However, one day I found out that he had hugged another girl. He said she was his neighbour and he had to give her foil because she was baking. It disgusted me, and we broke up.
So, whose fault was it – the foil, or him?
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Kamaliya is 14 and lives in Kazakhstan.
Story 314
Double Entendre
by A.R Righter
Entendre,
One must speak,
To gain the favour of the bleak.
Twist and turn ambiguous verb.
Not lie, not truth, just the word.
Grandiloquence.
The greatest art to learn.
What heard is hammered,
Into the herd,
And spelt into leftover mind.
Take piece by piece,
Leave nothing behind.
Talk like a preacher preached,
Babble as a satisfied glutton already leeched.
And now,
They say you’ve wronged.
But the righteous are never wrong,
Only, “You must have heard wrong.”
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A.R is 16 and lives in England.
Story 315
The Last Letter from the Future
by Amangozel Saparmammedowa
Sophie began receiving letters from her future self, each one eerily accurate. “Don’t trust him,” the first warned, followed by, “You’ll be offered a promotion tomorrow, but turn it down.”
As days passed, the letters predicted every decision she made, every path she took. But then the last letter arrived. “The truth you’ve always known isn’t real. You are not who you think you are.”
Sophie froze. The ink blurred before her eyes, and a shocking memory surfaced – she had never written the letters. Someone, or something, was shaping her future, but who? And why?
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Amangozel is 21 and lives in Turkmenistan.
Story 316
Eternal Beauties of Life
by Shahribossan Owezmammedowa
Why books? Pets? Nature?
Have you ever pondered these questions?
These three are perhaps the most original and magical entities in life. A book, for instance, is like embarking on a journey to a more joyful world, taking flight with your soul to escape this reality.
Pets convey a powerful message to humanity: "Kindness will save the world." They understand us, even in our silence, when we're weary or sad. They heal us with their positive energy. Precious beings!
Nature creates everything for our existence and grows silently. It awes us with its beauty: birds, rainbows, clouds, mountains, seas, and sunsets. And, of course, inspiring dawns.
Perhaps a little introspection could help us rediscover life's authentic joy!
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Shahribossan is 21 and lives in Turkmenistan.
Story 317
The Ocean’s Charm
by Harvey Shilson
The sunset shimmers on the reflective waves,
Leaving the water in a golden haze.
The tide arrives like clockwork,
Disturbing the rockpools where crustaceans lurk.
Many stare out to the beautiful sea,
Bringing them a shawl of serenity.
While I’m mesmerised watching the boats bob in the quay,
The brisk ocean wind takes me back to reality.
Seagulls flying over the bay,
Is the peaceful sight that makes my day.
All these things remind me,
That in a fast-moving world,
Peace can be found.
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Harvey is 12 and lives in the UK.
Story 318
Life Won’t Be the Same as Before
by Anastasiia Roshchupkina
6am.
Morning.
The alarm clock broke because I had to get up for school. But something is wrong. It felt like my heart was about to jump out. My mother approached me calmly, but I could see the anxiety on her face.
And then I heard, "Sweetie, the war began."
After that I didn't hear a word, I couldn't believe it. It was the longest day of my whole life. 24 February 2022. I will never forget how this day destroyed my life and my dreams. Why wasn't it just a nightmare?
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Anastasiia is 16 and lives in Ukraine.
Story 319
Sleepless Night, Tick Tock and Me
by Ege Direkoglu
If I had a wall clock; a night so quiet I could hear its ticking.
I try to distinguish whether my own breathing is noisier or the sound of my heart.
My eyes are closed and I hold my breath to hear the sound of my heart. My heart is noisy like a child flying down the stairs. The more he runs, the more I can't open my eyes, drowning in my own silence.
If I had a wall clock and its ticks broke the silence of the night... Why don't I sleep? My eyes are always closed... tick tock.
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Ege is 13 and lives in the UK.
Story 320
By The Lake
by Keira
Everyone has a place they go to when they need an escape. A happy place. A place that is just theirs. A place to think.
Mine is this beautiful lake that is disguised by the trees. You have to be determined to find it. It's calming. I feel free. The sounds of the birds singing echo in my ears. Tiny ripples dance on the surface joined by the shine of the diamonds from the night sky. The cold, fresh air relaxes my mind.
SNAP!
My head whips around. What was that? Who knows I am here?
Him.
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Keira is 15 and lives in England.
Story 321
All I Know
by Levecher
If your eyes are my ending,
Tell 'em I'm already dead.
If lovin' you,
Means a mess in my head,
I'mma loser, babe.
Not at 5, not at home,
don’t come tomorrow.
Throw my soul like your hat,
Dig graves inside me and my heart. Don’t wait.
You reminded me of Istanbul,
Made me remember my past,
The last time I was a fool.
I love you anyway. Can't run from you,
Or your scent, all I know. My rose, my beautiful.
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Levecher is 18 and lives in Turkey.
Story 322
Math Problem
by Özge Çoban
The fire within me never fades,
Time doesn’t care,
It’s 2:54 AM.
I’m writing this for you again.
Where should I go?
Tell me—
You never answered anyway.
The wounds you left,
Fester like equations I can’t solve.
I am the problem;
You’re the question,
And I am a child,
Staring at numbers too complex to decode.
My tears blur the choices.
Marking blindly,
I never check if it’s right.
Where do I go without you?
You thought I was your answer,
But I was your first mistake,
Eliminated on the first question.
2:57 AM.
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Özge is 21 and lives in Turkey.
Story 323
The Mystery of Time
by Shatlik Yusupov
I woke up again, in the same place. Was I dreaming or was I awake?
The food was still cooking in the kitchen, but everything felt strange. There was a strange unease inside me; everything had turned grey and seemed to have lost its life. The oddities didn’t end there – outside, there was no sound, as if all living creatures had disappeared.
My eyes caught something: a calendar. The year was 2012, August 28th. But that wasn’t the strangest thing. On the floor, a headline in the newspaper caught my attention: “People are evaporating silently, the end of our civilization is near.”
Filled with questions, I found myself caught in a whirlpool of fear.
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Shatlik is 18 and lives in Turkey.
Story 324
Fusion and Fission: The Power of Tiny Particles
by Evren
Fusion powers stars by combining small atoms, like hydrogen, to form helium, releasing immense energy. Scientists aim to harness fusion on Earth for clean, limitless energy, but it requires extreme temperatures.
Fission, used in nuclear power plants, splits large atoms like uranium to generate electricity. While easier to control, it produces radioactive waste and safety risks.
Key Differences:
- Energy: Fusion releases more but is harder to achieve.
- Waste: Fusion is cleaner; fission creates harmful waste.
Both processes shape our energy future, offering alternatives to fossil fuels and hope for sustainable power.
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Evren is 15 and lives in Turkey.
Story 325
About Technology
by Amir Axtamov
In 2035, an engineer named Alina created a device that could read thoughts and turn them into text.
One day, her invention helped a man who had lost the ability to speak after an accident. For the first time in years, he "told" his family that he loved them.
News of the technology quickly spread around the world. People began using it not only for communication but also for creativity – writers crafted stories, and artists designed paintings just by thinking about them.
Alina realised her device had changed not only lives but the very meaning of creativity.
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Amir is 17 and lives in Uzbekistan.
Story 326
Strangers
by Begaim
I met a stranger passing by,
our gazes locked,
no chance to lie.
We held that look,
no need to flee,
a quiet smile,
just you and me.
The pain of the past began to stir,
a silent bond,
no word,
no blur.
Two souls collided,
a fleeting spark,
a moment of light in shadows dark.
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Begaim is 16 and lives in Kyrgyzstan.
Story 327
The Last Piece of Music
by Mariia Poliushkina
Music?
It's not like someone was playing it there, amidst the cold, snowy night, right? I rushed to the window.
Someone was in the field. Black silhouettes were dancing with the dark forest as their backdrop. They jumped around, basked in the moonlight, bumped into piles of snow, rolled around, and crawled on all fours.
Suddenly, the music stopped. The shadows froze in place, and one of the silhouettes immediately parted from the bizarre shadow carnival and sprinted across the field. I shut the curtains with a swift motion and stepped back toward the bed.
But it was already here.
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Mariia is 15 and lives in Ukraine.
Story 328
Identity
by Mana
In New Zealand, I am considered foreign because I look and am Japanese. People also call me unfamiliar in Japan. My Japanese isn’t the best, and I feel 'different'. My mannerisms, my ways of thinking – the small things make a big difference.
So, who am I? Where do I belong? Many should realize that small factors like nationality, ethnicity, gender and age do not make you who you are. Instead, what you do, your actions and your ways of thinking do.
So, do not judge yourself or anyone else by these small factors; this is my ultimate message.
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Mana is 12 and lives in Japan.
Story 329
The Key to Paradise
by Bencharis Bassey Nso
Life, life, life: a roller coaster that doesn’t cease to astonish. Ups and downs are imminent, so don’t get comfy. Have a second plan – you will never mourn it.
If a soft-landing refuses to occur, do not weep. Depression is not an option. Withstand the pressure and sustain thy mental wellbeing.
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Bencharis is 11 and lives in England.
Story 330
Equilibrium of the Brain and Heart
by Ayesha Wajid
The brain. A leader, casting overhead with a bird's-eye view of humanity. Shadowing the pulse that runs through bodies to provide divine protection to our enhanced mind and body. The heart.
The brain, the heartless logic. The heart, the mindless sentinel. They say, “Opposites attract.” These opposites propel the scarring face of humanity. Like a chessboard, black tiles balance the white, settling the game in favour of one or the other. To achieve victory, use logic in terms of validity and feelings for your perception of righteousness. Together they brew experience, balance, truthfulness, and reasoning. One with the other. Equilibrium.
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Ayesha is 13 and lives in the UK.
Story 331
Weird Boy Vs. Weird Alien
by Peter Kwak
A weird boy named Justin found a weird alien in his bedroom.
“Who are you?” asked Justin.
“What’s that on your head?” the alien asked.
“It’s hair! What’s that round thing in your face?” asked Justin.
“It’s an eyeball of course! An eyeball is something we use to hear,” said the alien.
“No way! An eyeball is used to see!”
“Weird,” said the alien.
“So weird. Whatever. Wanna play a game with me?” asked Justin.
“Yeah, sure.”
And that’s how a weird human became friends with a weird alien. They might be very, very different, but they can be friends.
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Peter is 8 and lives in South Korea.
Story 332
Addiction
by Penelope Clark-Vu
You're no good for me,
Yet I still choose,
I still have an option,
It feels like I'm in cuffs,
The only difference being,
I can choose to set myself free or not,
Yet I still choose not to,
It makes no sense,
It's like when you love someone who's bad for you,
No good for your heart,
For your stability,
Yet you keep going back,
Once, twice, thirteen times,
Until it ruins you,
Your soul, body, sanity,
Peaceful until not,
Poison disguised as water,
It will kill you,
Yet you choose to succumb,
Like toxic love,
No good.
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Penelope is 12 and lives in England.
Story 333
Whispers of Devotion
by Sena Selek
Let me be the flower on your breakfast plate,
I swear I won’t stir,
I’ll remind you of your beauty.
Let me be the candle at your dinner table,
I promise I won’t melt,
I’ll light up your darkness.
Let me be the first light of your morning,
I swear I won’t burn you,
I’ll just warm your soul.
Let me be the key in your bag,
I promise I won’t get lost,
Just let me open your paths.
Let me be yours, and yours alone,
I swear I won’t leave,
Just let me lose myself in you.
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Sena is 23 and lives in Turkey.
Story 334
A Journey That Began in Childhood
by Daniyushh
My name is Daniya and I’m in the 10th grade. Choosing a profession was challenging but crucial for my future. I was torn between becoming an allergist or a forensic scientist. Allergology fascinates me as it studies allergic diseases, while forensic science intrigued me with its mystery-solving aspects.
However, after discussing it with my father, I realised becoming a forensic scientist in Kazakhstan would be difficult. Therefore, I chose to study abroad to become an allergist.
I’ve wanted to be a doctor since childhood, especially since I’ve suffered from severe allergies myself. I hope to help people overcome their conditions, just as I once needed help.
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Daniyushh is 15 and lives in Kazakhstan.
Story 335
The Rocking Chair
by Claire Nudelman
One day there was a rocking chair.
Every day, the other rocking chairs would make fun of him and that made him sad.
Until one day, a stinky skunk told him to just ignore them like he did in college. The rocking chair thanked him.
The next day, when he went to school, the rocking chair ignored the other rocking chairs and it worked.
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Claire is 9 and lives in the USA.
Story 336
Never Trust Others With Your Dreams – They’re Just Too Valuable…
by Dylan Watson
Pen in hand, ready to face the long-awaited exam, he was sure he would pass. His whole life, he had studied for this, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Besides, his friend from the year above had told him the questions to expect. He turned over the paper, his heart racing, wondering what was ahead.
He gasped, “Oh no!”
Staring at the page, he began to shake. He felt his heart would fall out of his chest. He had studied all the wrong questions. It was all over. He had set himself up to fail.
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Dylan is 15 and lives in the UK.
Story 337
Some Things I Like
by Saffy Jones
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Saffy is 8 and lives in the UK.
Story 338
Sonder
by Sophie Worsdell
The feeling of sonder is like a library of unwritten books, each stranger carrying chapters you will never read.
8.2 billion people, 8.2 billion lives, and 8.2 billion stories. As humans, we often forget that there are others who live around us. In our journey through life, grey blurred faces rush past, and we instantly forget their presence as they fade away. It’s incomprehensible that you are merely a side character or passerby in the stories of others.
Once humanity begins to grasp this truth, we will understand the importance of empathy, humility, and connection in our world.
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Sophie is 16 and lives in the UK.
Story 339
Crossroads of Dreams
by Khen P Julia
"Have you decided yet?" my mum asks me for the fifth time this week.
Her words linger as I stare at the ceiling of my room. Teacher? Journalism? IT? Each path feels like a world I might belong to, but none scream this is it. My classmates seem so sure – future engineers, doctors, lawyers – but I’m stuck, caught between passions and practicality.
Late at night, I wonder if it’s okay to not know yet. I’m only 16, but the pressure feels heavier than my math textbook. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my answer somewhere in these uncertain steps forward.
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Khen is 16 and lives in the Philippines.
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