Many 12 word short stories have been submitted for this competition, particularly from S1 and S2.

Here is the short list which will be judged by local author V. M. Whitworth who wrote The Bone Thief, a rather good and enthralling “historical thriller” set in Anglo Saxon times.

Pupils

S1

Santa coming. Jingle bells ring. Stars twinkling. Children counting down the hours.

Snowball fight after rain. Hit him in the face. Bet that hurt!

Splat! Right in the face. He is angry. I go and hide.

 I tiptoe gently across the frozen ice, snowflakes falling. CRACK! Very cold.

Pecking at worms in the ground. BANG! On the table. Christmas dinner.

The snowman looks sadly at the sky as streams of light emerge.

S2

The snow was whiter; the tree was brighter, when Santa was real.

Black boots touch the snow. Door opens. Lock clicks. Swiflty quickly gone.

I bought my Christmas tree for a fiver on a Thursday night.

Rattle, bang, clunk, thud, pop, SMASH! Should not have shook that present.

Here he comes. Santa has my Dad’s brown eyes… Wait a minute…

The snowball fight has consumed the playground sending the young kids scurrying.

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S4/5/6

Shimmering star sent startled shaggy shepherds, surprised, seeing sweet smiling sleeping son.

 Breaks into our house each year without keys. Santa Claus, housebreaker extraordinaire!

Smiling faces and having fun, winter’s now here and it’s only begun.

The Star of Bethlehem will guide us all to a happier Christmas. 

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Staff

The Star, magi followed, Shepherds, Angels heralded, Revealing Love, In manger, born

Sledging… wheeeee. Frost stings my face. Crashing… Arrgh! Snow up my nose.

Christmas at the palace. The Duchess retches, William winces; the world watches.

One horse town; open all hours. Jingle sleigh for sale. Snow down.

 “‘Twas a pair partridge, ye ken, hen? Lordy; milking it for gold!”

Kings follow the star. Shepherds look in delight. A celebration is born.

Reins, clutched in smutty gloves, flick reindeer suddenly heavenwards.  Black anthracite descends.

Shopping, cards, presents, decorating, concerts, cooking, parties, dancing, wrapping, cleaning. Knackered now.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart. Then I dropped down dead.