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SHORT STORY WRITING COMPETITION – 12 YEARS AND YOUNGER MACMILLAN
MACMILLAN READERS SHORT STORY WRITING COMPETITION
The wonderful and exciting stories in this short story collection were
written by students from Malaysia, Russia, Bulgaria and Ukraine, as part
of the Macmillan Education Short Story Writing Competition.
The competition ran from March until August in 2014. A big well done and
thank you to the winners of this competition:
• Tan Ruey Fern
• Laura Ivankova
• Ican Vasilevich
• Kri stiyan Todorov
• Yulia Boyarkina
• Maria Koroleva
• Victor Bachin
• Olha Horobets
• Dasha Bastamova
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Short Story Comp-Under12A5COVER.indd All Pages 03/12/2014 13:341. An Alien Captain’s Sporty Experience
By Tan Ruey Fern, Malaysia
A letter written by a faraway being, on a faraway planet. Translated into
English for your reading pleasure.
The 1st Expedition to Planet Earth
Dictated to: General Foofy-Bunny-Poo
General, it is of my greatest pleasure to inform you that the survey on
Planet Earth has gone successfully, and we are now ready to report back
to base. On our little ‘vacation’ there, we’ve spotted a little … anomaly
occurring within the ranks of the little ‘flesh balloons’ that might be of
They call it ‘sport’.
It seems to invoke quite a bit of enthusiasm amongst them, and
involves the wasting of their energy sources on completely pointless
movements along with random screeching that could very well attract
predators like … well, us.
This ‘sport’ it seems is what causes the flesh balloons to become
skinnier than they already are like the twigs of a Flubble-Jubble tree. Like
I mentioned before – it is a waste of energy sources. Although it does, on
occasion, create some form of weak armor constructed from muscle, I am
quite certain this is not the reason these flesh balloons perform such a
I have found a spike in their euphoric output, during this activity.
However, I still am unable to fully place my nasal appendage upon what
drives them to play this ‘sport’. It is not educational like our games of
Dee-Dah-Doo and Boo-Boo-Cuddle-La. It does not provide them any sort
of payment, and it is only a rare occurrence in which any of it actually
improves their fleshy flesh balloon appearance, at least in my opinion.
One of these ‘sports’, as they call it, is named ‘basketball’. This ‘sport’
involves two teams of outrageously dressed flesh balloons bouncing a big,
fat rubber ball around trying to get it into each other’s hoops. While one
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 4 03/12/2014 13:31of our foreign scouts was observing this activity, a ball smashed right into
his windscreen and cost us at least 200 Glubber-Gloobers in repairs It also
squashed his skull, but that wasn’t that big of an issue because apparently
he can regenerate his head – brains and all. It was rather disturbing. I
wondered if such mishaps occur frequently amongst themselves.
As I was wondering this, however, I had not paid attention to that
cadet who tagged along with us after our stop at Station 007. Thus, I am
afraid to say that he had established contact with the flesh balloons by
morphing into their hideous form and speaking to them in their own
tongue. That particular cadet I speak of is Cadet Googla-Googlor.
He had gone up to a flesh balloon after dressing up in a replica of their
gear, before simply going “Hey, could I join you?” like an idiot – and for a
second there my lieutenant was worried they might smash him to bits with
their basket balls. However, they surprisingly let him participate in their
big, fat rubber ball activity with much enthusiasm – perhaps we should all
just morph and ask to join in one of their ‘sport games’, and then conquer
them from the inside out.
When later interrogated about this phenomenon by our lead flesh
balloon researcher, Cadet Googla-Googlor reported that ‘sport’ provided
the flesh balloons with an addictive substance known as ‘fun’. This ‘fun’,
as Googla put it, felt like ‘a bowl of ice-cool Floo-Floo mixed with Dubber-
Dabber and Glegh’. He then asked that we implement it in our military
forces to increase morale – I denied his request, of course – who has time
for big, fat rubber balls when one has to conquer the galaxy?
The cadet deserted us the next day, apparently preferring this toxic drug
known as ‘fun’, compared to the glory of the Sheba-Shoobor race. Rest
assured, sir, we do not miss his company – he was always forgetting to flush
the excretion bowls after he used them anyway. Good riddance, I say.
In conclusion, we have a runaway cadet roaming Planet Earth as a flesh
balloon, and we have also discovered that big, fat rubber balls are the way
to a flesh balloon’s heart. It is most certainly not enough to conquer their
planet, but I hope this information proves of use to you, general.
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 5 03/12/2014 13:31PS: Apologies for any inconvenience, sir, but my lieutenant has been
infected with a craze that might have been carried over by the flesh
balloons from Planet Earth. He is unable to stop watching this strange
channel on our viewing screen, which involves several flesh balloons
kicking an even bigger and fatter rubber ball amongst themselves. They
call it ‘The World Cup’.
My lieutenant has been rendered immobilized and unable to speak,
and considering the fact that he is the only one who has the code for take-
off, we are currently stranded on Planet Earth’s moon.
I request your assistance in sending our code to us via Rubble-Dobble-
Chat, as I have no idea where my lieutenant keeps his code books. All we
managed to find in his room were undergarments and a piece of candy.
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 6 03/12/2014 13:312. True Friendship
By Laura Ivankova, Russia
The lights went off and the sports shop was finally closed. All the people
left and it got very quiet.
“Hello, everybody I am a newcomer here” said the football. “Hi,
newcomer Now you will hope to become an off-the-shelf”, said the
racquet with displeasure, and then whispered to the shuttlecock, “I hate
newcomers.” “You are right, I really want to become an off-the shelf and
I wish that some good boy liked me and bought me”, said the football,
“Will you help me?” The racquet decided to help him and give some
advice, “All right, I’ll tell you what you should do and I am sure somebody
will buy you. First of all, you should paint yourself in some bright colour
to become eye-catching and attract the customers. You’ll get the results
quite soon. See what will happen tomorrow”.
The football did so and painted himself red but no one paid any
attention to him the following day. When the night came the football
asked the football boots to train him not to miss the goal. He practiced all
night but in vain. Nobody wanted to buy him. Then he asked the goal for
a piece of advice and it said that the football needed to smile more when
he was at the shop window. And on that day he saw an athletic boy come
into the shop. The football liked the boy very much, but the boy went past
him, not even looking at him. The football was really disappointed. He
asked everybody in that sports shop what to do, but no one knew what
else could be done. He thought that he would stay in that shop forever.
In a week the boy came to the shop again. He saw the football, came
to him, took him to try and kick him and then decided to buy him. You
can’t imagine how happy the football felt at that moment. He didn’t
forget to say goodbye to everyone in the shop. And the racquet and the
shuttlecock wished him good luck.
So the football got to the boy’s house. It was the first time he had ever
been at somebody’s place. He was a little afraid, but the boy hugged him
tenderly and the football forgot all his fears. Then the boy’s dog wanted to
see and play with the football. At first it tried to bite him, but then it just
played with him. The football was really happy to stay there.
One day the boy heard the football talking to somebody. In fact, he
was talking to himself at that moment. The boy came closer and asked in
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 7 03/12/2014 13:31surprise, “Wow, can you really talk?” The football decided to tell the truth
and so the boy and the football became good friends.
Once when the boy and the football were talking, the boy’s parents
noticed that and they asked the boy about it. And the boy didn’t deceive
his parents, too. Of course, they were really shocked, but believed in their
son’s story. So the whole family were the football’s friends. They really
loved the football and wanted to make him happy.
So, sometime after, the football was alone at home. He saw the boy
return from school. But the boy was carrying something in his hands. The
football couldn’t believe his eyes. Those were the racquet, the shuttlecock
and the football boots. The boy bought them and now all the friends
were together again. They had a lot of fun doing sports and lived happily
ever after with the boy and his family.
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 8 03/12/2014 13:313. Teddy, A Football Player
By Ican Vasilevich, Russia
I can’t imagine my life without sport. Sport helps me to keep fit and to
be healthy. It gives me many moments of pleasure.
Not only people enjoy doing sports. I have got a friend. His name is
Teddy. Teddy is a small black spaniel puppy. He is funny and clever and
he likes sports most of all. My friend Teddy is fond of football. We often
go to the stadium to play there. It’s fun The puppy is always full of joy
He runs after the ball, jumps high to catch it and carries it in his mouth.
Teddy is a fantastic goal-keeper. He kicks the ball with his nose. He is
bouncy and quick.
Last week Teddy and I went to the park. The weather was sunny but
rather cold. We met my classmates on our way there. They invited us to
take part in a football match. We were very glad. I cried “Hooray” and
Teddy barked loudly. He was willing to be a member of our football team.
My friends and I decided to play the game near the Central Pond. There
were few people near it. Nobody could disturb us. Besides, there was a
wonderful field not far from the pond. Everything was great, except one
thing. There were eight of us, boys. My classmates didn’t want Teddy to
play the game. The puppy became sad. He slowly went to the oak tree
near the pond and lay on the grass under the tree. Teddy closed his eyes
pretending that he was asleep. He didn’t like to be a sports fan. My friend
was a real football player.
Then the match started. It was exciting. First, we scored a goal, and
then our opponents’ team did it. Nobody wanted to lose the game. We did
our best to win. Suddenly, a strong wind began blowing. There appeared
a lot of clouds in the sky and it began to rain. Soon we all got wet, but
we didn’t want to wait until the rain stopped. We were dirty and tired.
Our T-shirts and jeans looked awful. Our hands were filthy. Oh, dear
Two hours passed and our captain Sam managed to reach the opponents’
gate with a ball in front of him. He tried to score the goal but slipped on
the wet grass and fell down into the pond. All the boys laughed because
the captain looked dirty, and nobody saw the ball rolling down into the
pond. Splash The ball fell into the water. The waves were carrying the
ball further and further when little Teddy noticed it. He bravely jumped
into the cold water and swam to the ball. The puppy made an attempt to
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 9 03/12/2014 13:31take it into his mouth but he couldn’t. Then he started pushing it with
his tiny nose. The boys ran to the shore of the pond and encouraged the
little swimmer shouting “Come on, Teddy”. Then they took the ball out
of the water and I wrapped Teddy into my warm sweater.
My friends patted the puppy on his head. He was shivering from
cold. We all were very glad that everything went fine. The match ended
in a draw but we decided that Teddy was the winner because he saved
our ball and proved to be a true friend and a brave sportsman. We gave
the puppy a prize. Guess what it was? It was a big pack of sausages. How
happy Teddy was
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 10 03/12/2014 13:314. The Football
By Kristiyan Todorov, Bulgaria
David ran out of the block of flats, his light rucksack jumping on
his back, his jacket unbuttoned; his hand clenching a small pack of
collectable footballers’ cards. He hurried to show them to his best
As soon as he got to the schoolyard he looked for Ivan. He was sitting
on a bench, reading a sports magazine and waiting for football practice to
begin. Winded from running, David stood in front of him and put the
small pack of cards on the magazine.
“What’s this?” the boy asked surprised, but after a few seconds
exclaimed “Oh, they are the latest” He was eager to see all of them before
the beginning of practice. There were two cards of each kind – one for
him and one for his friend.
David smiled. He took a deep breath and said, “They are from the
pavilion next to us. The seller said he would have new cards next week.”
“Great” Ivan said and started to separate the doubled cards. “I will
give you the money tomorrow.”
“There is no problem” David answered and patted Ivan on his shoulder.
Both boys liked football very much. Since the World Cup started two
weeks earlier they had become big fans of the sport. They joined a football
club called CSKA and played football every afternoon in the schoolyard
with their new Adidas brazuka ball.
They had also started collecting things connected with football:
stickers, posters and football cards. They watched every match of their
favourite teams. They knew every result and each of the footballers’
Meanwhile, Ivan had a birthday party. He had invited all the boys in
his class. His flat was full of kids that day. A lot of marvellous presents
were given to him. David’s present was a big poster of the national team.
“That is great, David” exclaimed Ivan when he saw the present.
“Thank you very much Look what my uncle gave to me”
It was a souvenir ball with the signature of the national team’s
goalkeeper. At once David liked it very much.
“Is it original?” he asked.
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 11 03/12/2014 13:31“Of course, my uncle waited for him in front of his hotel for a long
time to get this signature, especially for me.” Ivan said.
David did not say anything. He felt that he wanted this ball a lot.
When nobody was looking he went to the place where the ball was,
took it and hid it in his pocket. Nobody noticed the ball was missing.
Shortly thereafter, David said goodbye and left.
When David got to his room he took out the ball and threw it aside.
He could not believe that he had stolen it. He no longer liked the ball. He
wanted to go back and put it where it had been. But he thought: “Maybe
Ivan has already guessed who took the ball. There were many other kids
who could have taken it. But it was I who touched it last. Oh, how will I
look at him again?”
David could not sleep that night.
The next day he was sad. He did not want to talk to Ivan. He did not
even go to football practice because he felt guilty in Ivan’s presence.
The following day Ivan called David to ask him why he had not been to
practice the previous day. He told David that the coach had asked for him.
“I simply did not want to go,” David answered crossly. He worried
Ivan would ask him about the ball and hung up the phone.
The friends stopped talking.
Several days passed. One day the friends bumped into each other in
the street but they did not even greet each other. When David got home,
he went to bed and started to cry.
His mother entered the room. She was upset.
“What’s happened? Do you want to talk?” she asked him anxiously.
David said nothing.
“Please, tell me what’s up”
David told her everything. When he finished the story he began to
“What are you going to do?” his mother asked.
“I don’t know … What would you do if you were me?”
“I would go to Ivan and give him back the ball. Then I would ask him
to forgive me.”
“I don’t know… maybe I will try,” he said.
The next morning David went to Ivan’s place and gave him the ball.
He was embarrassed. Ivan started to say something, but David interrupted
him: “I did not want to ... I made a mistake. Will you forgive me?”
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 12 03/12/2014 13:31“Of course I will” Ivan answered. David was very surprised to hear
this. “Aren’t you angry with me?”
“No, I thought that you were angry with me.”
“I just was ashamed.”
“And all this is because of that stupid ball Keep it if you like it so
much,” Ivan suggested, and added: “When we noticed that the ball was
missing, my uncle bought me some mini metal cars instead. He had seen
beautiful ones in the pavilion next to your block of flats.” Ivan showed
them to David saying: “Do you like them? Look at this – it’s my favourite.
They are only four, but I am going to have a big collection And you can
start a collection, too.”
David liked the cars very much but he remembered the football and
asked: “What about the ball?”
“It’s yours. I’m giving it to you.” Ivan said enthusiastically.
After a while the boys went to play football. On the way to the pitch
they saw a little boy kicking a ball. David stopped for a moment and
showed the football to the boy saying “Do you like it? It’s for you”
The boy took the ball, looked at it and then at the friends. His face
shone with joy. He watched happily as the friends walked away. Ivan
told David something, David answered him. The boy could hear their
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 13 03/12/2014 13:315. Who Makes Friends with Ball?
By Nikolay, from Russia
One day Volley, Foot and Basket met at a small stadium in a small
English town. They weren’t sportsmen. They were very lifeless and sad.
They didn’t know any interesting games, didn’t know what to do, they
Suddenly a bright and playful Ball appeared. He was smiling, jumping
and looking very happy.
“Hey”, – he called out Volley, Foot and Basket. “Come to me and be
my friends Let’s play”
“We don’t want to, we don’t know how to play” – the friends
“Don’t worry I know a lot of exciting games and tricks.” Ball began to
turn and jump. The lazy friends looked at him and smiled.
He wasn’t bad. He was so funny
The more Ball made the stunts, the more they liked him.
“Why not to make friends with him? Maybe he will teach us to be
so funny, merry and active?” the lazy friends thought. We agree. Let’s
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 14 03/12/2014 13:31Ball came to Foot.
“I know such an amusing game. I think you will like it. Kick me, aim
at the gate, and my task is to get there. It is very simple.”
“I understand you. I’ll try,” Foot agreed.
He missed the first strike and the second strike, but the third strike
was lucky, goal
“Hooray” Foot cried. He was happy.
“I liked it It’s a good game Thank you, Ball.”
Then Ball rolled to Basket.
“How about you play with me? I will teach you to play one fascinating
I’ll get into you, and you will catch me,” Ball explained the rules of
the new game.
“OK” Basket agreed very fast.
Ball jumped and missed the mark. He jumped again and missed the
mark. Then he jumped and was caught by Basket.
“Wow Hooray” Basket cried. He was happy now too.
“What an exciting game I liked it Thank you, Ball.”
Then Ball ran to Volley. He looked very unhappy and depressed.
“Don’t be melancholy Let’s play together one sport game. It is very
swift. I hope you will like it. You should stretch across the stadium and I’ll
jump over you. If I get into you and you catch me you will win, if I don’t
do it and you don`t catch me I’ll win.” Ball told the simple conditions of
the new game.
“Well. Let’s try it” Volley agreed to play.
Ball flew into the air and Volley caught him. The next jump was
unlucky too. At last Ball jumped very high and flew through Volley.
“2 to 1” Merry friends Foot and Basket cried now.
“I liked it very much. It is such a lively and interesting game” Volley
said loudly and joyfully. “It was fun. Thank you, Ball.”
“Let’s play” Three friends Volley, Foot and Basket asked their new
“Let’s play” Ball winked. He was very glad to have new friends because
they were nice and kind. Four happy friends were a good sporty team.
And they play still together.
And we play football, basketball, volleyball with them all over the
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 15 03/12/2014 13:316. How James did Sport
By Yulia Boyarkina, Russia
James was an ordinary English boy. His parents were simple people. His
father ran a small shop in the neighborhood selling newspapers and
magazines, his mother was a housewife who took care of the family.
They weren’t rich but tried to raise their three children with love.
However, James wanted to be different from them and even despised
the family for its quiet and rather modest lifestyle. Every day he saw
many famous, successful and wealthy people on the telly and was eager
to be one of them. Glamour and luxury became his only dream. But
how could he achieve all that? He wasn’t good at school, so he couldn’t
invent anything useful for people. He didn’t have any talent for singing
or performing. So, he couldn’t become a well-known actor or singer. But
one day he watched a documentary about David Beckham, the football
star who owned houses all over the world and earned millions. What was
so hard about running after a ball in the field? Nothing hard, decided
James and the next day he joined the football club located not far from
But after the first training he had a bad pain in his legs and was short
of breath. Very reluctantly he went to have one more training where
he was made to run, jump, do exercises for three hours. After it James
felt dead tired. Besides the pain in his legs, he had a backache. Football
turned out to be not so easy.
But James was not at a loss. He remembered Anna Kournikova who
was so gracious at tennis court, wearing a white skirt and shirt. Just
waving her racket from time to time she could afford living in a luxurious
house with servants, stayed in the best hotels, went to the most expensive
restaurants and was recognized by everybody. Well, James made another
decision – he would be a tennis player.
A few days later he attended his first training at a tennis court. He was
wearing snow-white shorts and a shirt and felt like a star. But after half
an hour he wasn’t so enthusiastic. The racket didn’t obey James at all and
sent the tennis ball anywhere but not the right place. Very soon the pain
in his right arm began to be intolerable but the coach demanded more
and more. It was worse than football. And it could take years to become
the best. No, lawn tennis was not good for James.
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 16 03/12/2014 13:31This time James felt slightly upset. What else could he try? But very
soon he watched horse-racing on TV. It was gorgeous: beautiful horses
carrying their riders graciously. The riders wore very elegant uniforms
and nice helmets. The sight was eye-catching. And what is more, one
shouldn’t run, jump, wave a racket and get strained at all. It seemed not
to demand any efforts. Just sit on a horse and that’s it.
James didn’t waste much time and announced to his parents that he
wanted to do horse-riding. His parents sighed in disbelief, but bought him
the necessary uniform and gave him money to join a horse-riding club.
James came to the stables wearing his new clothes and feeling very
important. But the first thing he was told to do was to feed his horse,
to clean and wash it. James was indignant. Why should he do all that
stuff? He wanted to be a jokey winning numerous prizes and smiling at
TV cameras, not a groom He ignored the coach who tried to explain
that it was very important for every horse-rider to become friends with
his horse. James didn’t want to hear him. Nonsense. If so, he would find
some other sport where he wouldn’t have to work like a stable boy. There
is athletics, golf, cricket, rowing, swimming and many more. He could try
any. And James tried them all. And failed.
Can you guess why?
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 17 03/12/2014 13:317. Dreams Come True
By Maria Koroleva, Russia
I enjoyed listening to my mummy reading me books about horses and
princesses. I pretended to be a real princess on a beautiful horse riding
across beautiful meadows breaking through the air. It was my magic
wish which I kept dreaming about.
I spent my early years in Spain because my parents were working there.
Once, when I was 7 my parents took me to see ‘corrida’. One of my Dad’s
friends was a real professional ‘toreador’. I saw him riding a horse on the
arena and fighting a buffalo. It was a very exciting and even frightening
event. I was watching it holding my breath. I couldn’t stop looking at the
horse which was very strong, brave and graceful at the same time.
After the performance our Spanish friend showed us the horses in
the stable. I immediately fell in love with one little horsey. It was very
beautiful. I gave her the name Carrot because of her hair being as orange
as a carrot and besides, she enjoyed eating fresh carrots which I always
brought for her.
Since that day I started having my horse riding lessons. I was very
happy to see my Carrot almost every day. It was not easy to follow all the
commands of my coach. Both Carrot and I were beginners but it seemed
to me we became friends and soon started to understand each other.
One day I found out that we were both born on the same day. For her
birthday I grew carrots in my little garden. On the days that I couldn’t see
my horsey I was really missing her. Therefore I had lots of pictures and
photos of my Carrot to look at.
Day by day, I started to feel confident on the back of my friend. Carrot
was getting stronger and stronger. We both were trained by a good coach.
One day, my coach told me that I could take part in a competition
among the horse riders of my age. I agreed without a doubt. We worked
hard. When the day of the competition came I was a little bit nervous.
But when I saw my Carrot I calmed down and cheered myself up with
the Olympic motto in mind. There were eight riders. Some of them had
already taken part in the race before. It was the first time for my horsey
and me Before the start of the competition I hugged my Carrot and
kissed her. She licked me back. So, we were together, my friend and I
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 18 03/12/2014 13:31While Carrot was galloping I felt the gusts of air on my face and
thought about nothing but my coach’s instructions and his main advice
to stay calm and keep a correct posture on a horseback. My Carrot did
everything well. She was perfect As a result we won the bronze medal.
The first competition and the first victory at the same time Everybody
I started to work harder and more frequently. I had a great desire to
win a gold medal
After a few years of persistent hard work my Carrot and I took part
in ‘The Gold Cup Championship’. It was a more advanced competition.
All I can say is that dreams come true if you believe in them and aim
towards your goal There is a big portrait of Carrot and I with a gold
medal around my neck in our living room.
It is not a dream anymore that from time to time I’m riding on the
back of a beautiful horse across beautiful meadows breaking through the
air. It is a reality
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 19 03/12/2014 13:318. Sport with Great Support
By Victor Bachin, Russia
“You are a real fighter”, My Mum said to me and my Dad shook my
hand and whispered in my ear: “Thank you, son. I’m very proud of
you. I saw you wanted to help that boy”. Even my younger sister told me
looking at my gold medal that I was really cool and asked me to take her
with me every time I go skiing.
Shortly before The Winter Olympic Games, our family decided to go
to the main Olympic city. It was during my winter holidays. I was very
glad that I would see the Olympic city before the event that everybody was
desperately waiting for. Therefore my Dad told us to get ready and take
our skis with us as we would get a chance to enjoy skiing where the real
Olympic sportsmen would be competing. We all like skiing.
Being on board the plane I saw the ski slopes from the window. They
looked very inviting As soon as we arrived at the hotel, I started asking
my Dad to go to the ski track. He was eager to do the same. Then my
younger sister wanted to join us. As for Mum, she didn’t want to stay
alone and had nothing left to do but join us.
When we came to the ski slope we saw that everything was ready for
the great international event. There were a lot of people and lots of kids.
I was almost ready to put my skis on when I heard a loud and cheerful
voice inviting boys from the age of eight to twelve years old to take part
in a ski racing competition which was running along the route where in
a few weeks’ time really strong and famous sportsmen from the whole
world would be competing. Great Cool I want it I really want to take
part in it My Dad supported me, but my Mum said that it was not the
right time. She said: “We have just arrived to the place. You are tired after
the flight and not ready for the competition. You have to prepare better.”
My little sister was dragging me to sledge and eat ice-cream. One minute
later and I would have been ready to become a spectator. But I looked
at my Dad who said: “A race is in many ways a social event. There is a
sense of community. The spectators are as much a part of the race as the
runners. However, why watch other boys taking part in a race along the
Olympic champions’ track? Join in” He sighed and added “I wish I were
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 20 03/12/2014 13:31“Great, Dad Thank you very much for the support I love you very,
very much” I shouted and rushed towards the starting point of the race.
There was a lot of cheering at the start of the race to relax and support
the runners. A minute later the referee shouted: “Ready, steady, go”
The race began.
I was fourteenth at the beginning. I was getting more and more fierce.
Soon I started to overtake other runners. Oh I am already the second
But my opponent was really very strong and skillful. I followed him. After
a while I caught up with him and we were running neck and neck. I could
hear nothing, neither the shouting of my parents and my little sister nor
the cheering voices of the spectators. I thought to myself: “Mum was
right I was not ready to compete today. I think I will not win”. When
my power was leaving me, I started to think that the competition was a
real Olympic race for my victory, for the victory of our team, for the real
gold Olympic medal And oops My opponent fell down What a shame
I glanced behind me. All the racers fell far behind us. I felt sorry for
that boy. I couldn’t leave him and gave him a hand. I continued racing
What I could see in a few seconds was the finishing line All spectators
were shouting and congratulating me. My sister was licking an ice-cream
and holding another one, my favourite one, for me. Mum kissed and
hugged me. Only my Dad was calm. But there was no time to talk.
Everybody was invited for the award ceremony. I was the winner. I felt
I was a real Olympic champion. A great feeling I was very happy. Thank
Short Story Comp-Under12A5.indd 21 03/12/2014 13:319. The First Neptunian Sport
By Olha Horobets, Ukraine
This story happened on planet Neptune. On Neptune’s surface it was
very cold and there wasn’t any air to breathe. But underground there
was a city called Extreme. It was hidden under hundreds of kilometres
of ice and soil.
Clever creatures lived in Extreme. They looked like humans and they
were called Neptunians. Neptunians were tall and they had blue skin.
These creatures had funny faces and long dark blue hair. They could talk
and read each other’s thoughts.
Besides Neptunians there were other creatures who lived on the
surface of Neptune. These creatures were snow giants and they were
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