Category: Writing Rammy Winners 2021

Winner, Junior Fiction (8 and under), Writing Rammy 2021

Charlie the little robot

Has tubes for legs and arms

He likes to go exploring

He looks round the little farm.

Charlie the little robot

Sees cows and sheep and cats

He finds the big gold horse

And gives it loving pats.

Charlie the little robot

Rides on the horse of gold

The horse is very gentle

And does what it is told.

Charlie the little robot

Feels happy as can be

He rides around the field

And shouts a big Weeeeeee!

Runner-up, Junior Fiction (8 and under), Writing Rammy 2021

One day there was a boy. He went to the shop with his mum. They went to the toy aisle and the boy found a bag of marbles. The marbles were so heavy the bag burst! They scattered all over the floor.  The boy caught as many marbles as he could, except for the one that was hiding under the games. It was shiny red with speckles of black.

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Later that day the cleaner swept the floor, and the marble went rolling towards the doors. It stopped. Then a customer accidently kicked the marble and it escaped into the car park. A little girl with red hair picked the marble up and put it in her pocket. Then the girl and her dad went to the park. She went on the swing first. When she got off, she realised there was a hole in her pocket. She looked everywhere but the shiny red marble was nowhere to be found. The girl was so sad. She told her dad that her marble was gone. He helped her to look for it, but they could not find it.

When the girl went home, she took some sweets from her pocket. She pulled out a smooth, shiny sphere and realised it was the missing marble. She showed it to her dad. He thought it was one of the best marbles he had ever seen.

Runner-up, Junior 8-12, Writing Rammy 2021

Evacuation looks like terrified and anxious children waving goodbye to their scared and fearful parents, while a tear rolls down their cheek with every blink, not knowing if they will ever see them again. 

Evacuation sounds like the chatter of children as they step onto the train and every time it reaches the next station, you hear the hurry of footsteps, rushing around and people shouting, “Goodbye.” 

Evacuation tastes like the last lunch eaten with family and the grey and puffing train smoke mixed with the salty taste of tears. 

Evacuation feels like overwhelming misery and sorrow as the rain starts to pour down on the train roof, as children are still crying, feeling depressed, as they leave the city. 

Evacuation smells like children’s fear as they board the train and the smell of sweat as children are squished together on the seats.  

Evacuation reminds me of the first time my parents left me at the school gate not knowing what was going on. 

Evacuation is the colour of the dark gloomy sky as it reflects on how we all feel.