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Get ready to unleash your creativity in our thrilling English Writing Competitions! This is your chance to showcase your storytelling skills, captivate an audience with your unique voice, and compete for amazing prizes. Whether you’re a poet, a budding novelist, or a master of short stories, we invite you to join the fun and challenge yourself. Let your imagination soar, meet fellow wordsmiths, and see your words come to life. Grab your pens and get writing – the adventure awaits!
Our fall Barefoot Writing Competition theme is:
A letter to my future self
Deadline:
December 3rd
Winner will be announced:
December 10th
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Check out the winner for our Winter Competition!
Congrats Eva!
Eva won due to her distinctive writing voice and her commendable use of an English dictionary and thesaurus to look up all sort of new words that helped her paint a picture that our panel loved.
Theme: The Talking Animal
I walked through the forest. My eyes were glossy from not sleeping in a long time. You may think i have been here for days but i have been here for… years? This forest was a labyrinth, just when you think you have reached the end, your face gets slammed by a branch. The forest in day-light looked like it couldn’t harm you. It seemed inoffensive with cute, silly, endearing animals. Yet, when the sun goes down and the moon goes up, it became a different, suddenly everything you found cute became odd… like if it feared something. Every time I passed by they hid. I usually never go out at day-light since I’m so exhausted from being awake all night. I put on some black trousers, some black-leathered belt with a hollow metal plate, some boots which i made from snake’s skin, a ruffed white shirt, and a shot-gun in case I got attacked. I walked out of my house which was huge. It was made from contaminating resources, but who cared if it was made from that, we were all going to die anyway. I saw how the animals hid again, but, this time i was going to find out what they feared. I started walking forward, some white feathers started falling from the air. I ignored them. I kept walking until I saw something. I ran towards it. It was… a mirror? I then realized that what they feared was me. Then the feathers became black. They had always been black, I only saw them as white. Oh…
Barefoot School 