We are delighted to announce that two pupils from P7 have won an award at the Kirkcudbright Book Festival. The judges from the society said that they thoroughly enjoyed reading all the entries and were struck by the energy and gusto with which the storied were told.<\/p>\n
Dawson received a highly commended award and Conor was awarded first place in the 11-12yrs category.\u00a0 We are all so proud! Well done Boys!!!<\/p>\n
Please enjoy reading\u00a0 their stories printed below.<\/p>\n
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The Portals of Fate<\/u><\/strong> by Conor\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n I can hear a voice from the outside. It begins to fade away, and I can\u2019t quite make out what it is, but it reminds me of my little sister. I can just barely see very blurry patches. As the voices grow clearer the blurry patches become areas, and the areas becomes one big field. \u201cMartin! Is it really you? Am I hallucinating?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cHuh? What? What\u2019s happening? What\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked, baffled.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou are\u2026 alive! I thought you would never have woken up! You have been in a coma for seventy-five years! We\u2019re currently in the year 2132! The doctors have found a cure for cancer, and the common cold! They managed to keep you 19 years old, so you have only aged about half a year!\u201d my mother said concerned and amazed simultaneously.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMarty! I missed you!\u201d my sister said. \u201cWhoa, big purple portal pretty!\u201d I get drawn into the portal\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cHuh? W-where am I?\u201d I would say sleepily. At first glance, it looks like heaven. White, beautiful clouds, flowing rivers, a massive golden gate. I only need to climb a steep, winding staircase! I hear a sort of gravelly voice.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll tell you the story of where you are, it all starts from very, very far. From the depths of hell, a demon arose, He was born a leader, but he wanted to be more that, he chose. Now he\u2019s the god of the underworld, his dastardly tricks take inhabitants for a whirl, now onwards, upwards, fate entwined, ascend the heavens, destiny defined.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Alongside still recovering from my coma, I slowly pull myself up the stairs. After what felt like five minutes, the atmosphere and my surroundings quickly change. It looked as though I was inside of the Teleportation Realm I had read about in a book. I was circled by different portals I looked through one and it was World War II.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cCommander! What will we do?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s nothing we can do now! Germany has taken around 90% or our land!\u201d I walk away from the portal. There appears to be a pitch-black portal and I felt like exploring it so that is exactly what I did.<\/em><\/p>\n I saw some strange creatures. \u201cGreegle gorp nop bopik.\u201d The creatures said. \u201cPinkle gort oragul- oh! We didn\u2019t expect an Earthling here\u2026 did we?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cSo, our puny and pathetic trap DID work after all. Well, um, I didn\u2019t expect this\u2026 welcome, I\u2026 guess. I am Freek, the leader of this trio we call \u2018The Alienators\u2019. Freek says, as it points its blue and purple tentacle towards one of its kind. \u201cThis is Scair, it\u2019s second in charge\u2026 and this is Mydnyt!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cThe dumb one\u2026\u201d Scair whispered loudly.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re ghosts!\u201d Freek said.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m-a very hungr-\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMydnyt, you\u2019re always hungry.\u201d At this point, I was very confused. Why am I here? Where am I? Who are these people? It\u2019s also strange, because the feeling of the coma recovery had completely vanished the nanosecond I got into this realm.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Ghost Town of St Elmo<\/u><\/strong> by Dawson\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n A long time ago there was a town filled with people. It was used for mining and finding different ores. It was used in the eighteen fifties and got abandoned in the eighteen nineties. But nowadays it\u2019s all gone with just some run down wooden shacks with theories saying there is an evil ghost haunting the town. But if you really met him you would say he\u2019s pretty nice that\u2019s because when I was young I met him.<\/em><\/p>\n I was a about twenty-four and it was the nineteen sixties I was travelling around Colorado, and I see some old wood shacks and cactus’s. I was told if u see anything abandoned, then just go past it but I was feeling brave. So I got out of my blue Chevrolet and approached a ruined shack the inside was so dirty and broken. I went into a room that I think was the living room there was a broken stool and a torn up seat. There was a cold breeze and I got goose bumps I heard a voice say \u2018Hello partner,\u2019 in a southern accent.<\/em><\/p>\n I screamed and left the old wooden shack wondering what I just heard. I got back in my car and went to a different shack. It was much larger but still had pieces of wood missing. So I entered the shack and the same feeling when I was in the other shack happened. I went into a bedroom there was a broken bed frame and a shattered mirror.<\/em><\/p>\n I heard noises then someone whispered in my ear, \u2018What are you doing here,\u2019 it said with a southern woman accent.<\/em><\/p>\n I screamed. \u2018What? How is this happening?\u2019 I yelled.<\/em><\/p>\n Then she answered back, \u2018Well I\u2019m a ghost, a human. Just like you. Just because ya can\u2019t see me. I\u2019m still alive so is Gerald Johana and Fred.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018I think I just met Gerald,\u2019 I said. \u2018He scared the living daylights out of me but I have not met Johana and Fred. Wait what\u2019s your name?\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018I could just ask you the same question,\u2019 replied the woman ghost.<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Okay I\u2019ll tell you but you tell me yours. I am Ben.\u2019 I said.<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Well hi Ben I\u2019m Dorothy.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018 Well Dorothy can you show me around.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018 Of course I can. Which shack do you want to go to next?<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Which one is Fred\u2019s shack?\u2019 I said to Dorothy.<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018It is the one with the tree next to it.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Thanks for telling me. Do you want to come with me?\u2019 \u2018Oh dear I can\u2019t. Us ghosts can\u2019t leave our shacks.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Is that a curse?\u2019 I asked her.<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Yes it\u2019s pretty bad but we can still talk to everyone. Just before you visit Fred he is old and a bit grumpy.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n As I walk across the street and enter his little shack he says \u2018What do you want?\u2019 with an old southern accent. \u2018Well I\u2019m not talking to you I don\u2019t like strangers so go home.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Fine I will go home but I\u2019ll come back for a visit.\u2019 Well that\u2019s my story grand-kids.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We are delighted to announce that two pupils from P7 have won an award at the Kirkcudbright Book Festival. The judges from the society said that they thoroughly enjoyed reading all the entries and were struck by the energy and gusto with which the storied were told. Dawson received a highly commended award and Conor … <\/p>\n