Congratulations to the winners of our November competition. Feeling inspired? Have a go at this month's prompt.
"Faraboots div ye think your gan in sic a hurry?"
"I'm awa oot tae the duncin', Ma."
"The duncin'! We yer wellies on?"
"Aye. Fit's wrang we that, Ma?"
"Ach, I would nae advise it, quine."
"They'll clash we yer lipstick. Try ma waders instead."
Is toigh leam na bòtannan wellington seo. Tha iad pinc, an aon dath ris an dath-lipean as fheàrr le mo sheanmhair. Bidh mo bhòtannan a’ putadh a‑steach don ghainmhich fhad ’s a bhios mi a’ coiseachd chun bhàta agam agus chun mhuir.
Translation by Gaelic Books Council
I like these wellington boots. They’re pink, the same colour as my granny’s favourite lipstick. My wellies push into the sand as I walk to my boat and to the sea.
Young writers (12–18) winner
Aaron Chen, age 14
I howled as it clutched onto my heels, the rubber on my boots tearing. While it towed me into the sewer, my left hand clutched a lamppost while my right discarded my wellies. It then vanished back into the hole, taking the boots with them.
Young writers (5–11) winner
Luke Ward, age 9
I’ve always wondered why wellies are called wellies. Flys are called flys because they fly, so why not call wellies splashies, sploshes or even squelchies?
I just found out why wellies are called wellies because some old guy loved to wear them and just happened to be called Wellington!!