Congratulations to the winners of our August 2019 competition. Feeling inspired? Have a go at this month's prompt(this will open in a new window).
Bakewell tart. His favourite. Every Friday a special treat - for the last thirty years.
Pure habit made her forget not to buy it this week. Shelf to basket to cupboard.
When Friday came, the cake came out. Tradition must keep going she thought. Even if he couldn't.
“Chan fheum i bhith foirfe, chan fheum i bhith foirfe ...”
Shuath Ealaidh a bathais, a' fàgail stiall flùr air.
Uill, cha robh i foirfe. Bha dathan a' chòmhdaich-shiùcair — buidhe, geal, purpaidh, dubh — sgleòthach, a' measgachadh còmhla.
“Tha i foirfe.”
Sheall Comar oirre le gàire cho mòr ’s a chunnacas orra riamh.
Translation by the Gaelic Book Council
“It doesn’t have to be perfect, it doesn’t have to be perfect ...”
Ellie wiped her forehead, leaving a streak of flour on it.
Well, it wasn’t perfect. The colours of the icing – yellow, white, purple, black – were blurred, mixing together.
“It is perfect.”
Comar looked at her with the biggest grin on their face.
Young writers (12-18) category winner
Nawar Hussain, age 15
It's a monster.
A mountain range of burnt vanilla sponge, smothered in splotchy red icing snow, peppered by hideous dark chocolate boulders and a mangled buttercream face.
It was supposed to look like a ladybird.
Young writers (5-11) category winner
Sofía Moreno, age 5
There was a cake. Not a normal cake, a tiny cake. Eyes popped out of the icing. Legs grew out quickly, then a mouth. "I'm talking!". The cake slid and hung off the table on his tippy-toes. Then he heard footsteps. He got nervous and turned into a normal cake.