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2019 Adventure story winners

This year, we celebrated wonderful imaginations by encouraging young adventurers aged between 4 and 12, to get creative both in and outside of the of the classroom. Children could enter via one of two creatives - by writing or drawing about an adventure they have been on or they have imagined.

Entries for this year’s competition closed on the 7th April 2019. For our 2019 competition we partnered with Hachette Publishers and Micro-Scooters, to offer a range of great prizes not only for the overall category winner but for their whole class too.

There were two overall winners awarded to two age categories, 4-7 years and 8-12 years.

Introducing our winners for 2019…

MAYA MISHRA - AGED 11

We loved Maya's drawing, her use of different materials and styles was amazing. Maya's teacher, Agata, said "I'm so please Maya won the competition. Maya always comes out on top with her writing. We're so happy that Maya has been recognised for her creativity". 

her drawing

'Lula is fed up with the tiresome reality of life and decides to go on an adventure in her imagination'

We loved this drawing for its creativity and clever use of other materials. Keep up the great work Maya, we know you'll be an amazing artist!

melissa rumble - aged 6


her drawing

Melissa's drawing was of her character 'Katie', who takes her unicorn on an adventure to South Africa where they find treasure.

Keep enjoying your adventures Melissa and Katie! We look forward to hearing about where you'll go next! Perhaps you can enter our next competition and tell us. 

oliver klumpler's story - aged 9

We danced out of the house without a care in the world, slamming the rickety garden gate behind us. Leaping the little stream, we trotted along the rocky foreshore, tripping over seaweed and driftwood, feeling the salty air sting our faces. We would jabber at each other about the games we could play, and guess what we might find that was new this time. “Remember when?” Was a constant refrain, as we reminisced about the time Alex fell off the rope swing or when I had sat on a dead jellyfish.

Eventually we would reach our destination. A fine country house had once stood beside the sea here, with carefully planted gardens, and many amazing trees. The house had long been abandoned, and so had the garden, which was now as overgrown as any fairy-tale forest had ever been. We would sneak in through a tiny gap in the stone wall, and enter our private playground.

Horrified wildlife would disappear as we crashed about, rebuilding dens and clambering favourite trees, hollering to one another all the time. Why would we need to be quiet? Nobody lived here, nobody ever visited except for us, there was nobody we could disturb.

Or so we thought. That afternoon, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed smoke rising from the ruins of the old house. Calling to my siblings, I pointed. We gently tiptoed towards the smoke, and saw the truth behind it all. A red scaly tail, crimson leathery wings, a large scarlet head, with glowing fiery eyes. A dragon! We turned as one, and fled out of the garden, galloping back to the cottage, where our parents were opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

“A dragon! In the old garden!” We all talked and shouted at once, trying to tell them what we had seen. They laughed, and drank their wine. “No, really!” I said. “There IS a dragon! If you don’t believe us, come and see!” Mum laughed again. “Ok darling, maybe we will come and have a look. But you do know there’s no such thing as dragons, don’t you?” As soon as our parents were ready, we walked back along the beach towards the old garden. Mum could barely fit through the gap in the wall, but somehow, we all got through. The smoke was still spiralling above the old house as we crept through the garden. We saw that several of the trees had scorch marks on the trunks, and some of the grass had been burned in places. How had we never seen this before?

As we got closer to the house, we heard a strange sobbing sound. Mum and Dad actually began to look more scared than curious, as they realised that we may not have been making it up. We snuck across the old overgrown lawn, and peered through the cracked dirty windows, all gasping at once as a large sad red eye stared back at us...

rory woodward - aged 9

his story

We danced out of the house without a care in the world, slamming the rickety garden gate behind us. Leaping the little stream, we trotted along the rocky foreshore, tripping over seaweed and driftwood, feeling the salty air sting our faces. We would jabber at each other about the games we could play, and guess what we might find that was new this time. “Remember when?” Was a constant refrain, as we reminisced about the time Alex fell off the rope swing or when I had sat on a dead jellyfish.

Eventually we would reach our destination. A fine country house had once stood beside the sea here, with carefully planted gardens, and many amazing trees. The house had long been abandoned, and so had the garden, which was now as overgrown as any fairy-tale forest had ever been. We would sneak in through a tiny gap in the stone wall, and enter our private playground.

Horrified wildlife would disappear as we crashed about, rebuilding dens and clambering favourite trees, hollering to one another all the time. Why would we need to be quiet? Nobody lived here, nobody ever visited except for us, there was nobody we could disturb.

Or so we thought. That afternoon, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed smoke rising from the ruins of the old house. Calling to my siblings, I pointed. We gently tiptoed towards the smoke, and saw the truth behind it all. A red scaly tail, crimson leathery wings, a large scarlet head, with glowing fiery eyes. A dragon! We turned as one, and fled out of the garden, galloping back to the cottage, where our parents were opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

“A dragon! In the old garden!” We all talked and shouted at once, trying to tell them what we had seen. They laughed, and drank their wine. “No, really!” I said. “There IS a dragon! If you don’t believe us, come and see!” Mum laughed again. “Ok darling, maybe we will come and have a look. But you do know there’s no such thing as dragons, don’t you?” As soon as our parents were ready, we walked back along the beach towards the old garden. Mum could barely fit through the gap in the wall, but somehow, we all got through. The smoke was still spiralling above the old house as we crept through the garden. We saw that several of the trees had scorch marks on the trunks, and some of the grass had been burned in places. How had we never seen this before?

As we got closer to the house, we heard a strange sobbing sound. Mum and Dad actually began to look more scared than curious, as they realised that we may not have been making it up. We snuck across the old overgrown lawn, and peered through the cracked dirty windows, all gasping at once as a large sad red eye stared back at us...