Congratulations to the winners of our June competition. Feeling inspired? Have a go at this month's prompt.
Jan stared out the window.
“The sunrise literally feeds my soul.”
The grammar police glowered at her over his porridge.
“You mean metaphorically.”
Jan flicked the switch. Purples, reds, and yellows. Blueberries, strawberries, and mango combined to form breakfast, the “sunrise” smoothie.
“No, literally” she corrected, with a smug sip.
Tha èirigh grèine shònraichte a’ fuireach nam chuimhne: ged tha m’ fhalt liath a‑nis, tha èirigh na grèine sin soilleir mar a bha e a-riamh. A´ seòladh gu Ùig, a’ seòladh a-steach don ghrèin a bha a’ dùsgadh, òg le beatha a’ nochdadh romham.
Translation by Gaelic Books Council
A special sunrise sticks in my mind: although my hair is now grey, that sunrise is still as clear as ever. Sailing to Uig, sailing into the awakening sun, young with life stretching ahead of me.
Young writers (12–18) winner
Freya Holmes, age 12
Sunlit, on the scarred, oaken table lay three unyielding grey granite stones.
The leftmost bore a symbol of the sunrise, the centre depicted midday, nd the right-hand stone showed the setting sun.
“Choose now,” commanded a deep, sepulchral voice from the shadowed depths of the cavernous room “before you cannot.”
Young writers (5–11) winner
George Young, age 10
I am a great ball of fire in the sky. I chase the moon away while I wake the glistening earth sparkling with coral and grass. The flowers say hello as they peep out of their petals. I notice the animals growling, howling and roaring. And I say hello.