Congratulations to the winners of our March competition. Feeling inspired? Have a go at this month's prompt.
The plush seal was a gift from Granny. Leo took it everywhere and slept with it tucked under his chin.
“Here’s a photo of the real thing!” I said. Its rubbery neck stretched like an eel; a wide maw showed dirty teeth.
Leo transferred his loyalty to a velveteen chicken.
Sarah Macbain, age 12
Tha an fheamainn a’ danns’ air mo bheulaibh. Chan fhaic mi càil ach an uair sin tha a’ ghrian a’ briseadh sìos tron bhùrn. Chan fhuirich mi fada mus tig ròn reamhar tron stamh. Ma chì e mi thig e gun fhiosta, an còta bog, glas aige a’ gearradh tron uisge.
Translation by Gaelic Books Council
The seaweed dances in front of me. I can’t see anything but then the sun bursts through the water. I won’t stay long in case a fat seal comes through the tangle. If it sees me it’ll come without warning, its soft grey coat cutting through the water.
Young writers (12-18) winner
Peter Bartram, age 12
Sammy the silly seal swims in the salty sea. Above Sammy is a lot of ice. Sammy breaks through a thin layer of the ice. She finds seven seals eating salmon. Six seagulls soar through the sky and look starving. The seagulls stealthily steal a snack. Sorry seals, supper’s gone.
Young writers (5-11) winner
Megan Woods, age 11
She was tall, pale face, red lips and her dark fair hair blowing in the wind. I was hidden, did I dare approach her?
Before I could answer, she leaped into the water, splash! She was gone. Only a glowing pearly white seal swimming away into the sunset....