Creative Writing Term 1 Winner!
Well done to everyone for another great response as we entered a new school year. It’s always lovely to see how many of you like to get involved. The prompt for term 1 was to write a story set in a gallery museum, and our winner was chosen for their meaningful and descriptive story about an art gallery opening! Well done to Annika L. Her piece is pasted below if you would like to read it. Our runners-up for the term were Izabella W and Isabel V!
A slither of light made its way across the black canvas of a sky, bringing with it millions of beautiful stars, each one seeming more bright and impressive than the last. The clouds passed over for a second and the moon’s light was masked by the almost transparent clouds. The wind started to blow and the powder white snow that adorned the treetops slowly sprinkled to the ground like icing sugar. Mist rolled in, slowly, at first, but soon hovered at ankle level giving the clearing an eerie look. The temperature dropped suddenly, and they all shivered in their coats. You could have cut the tension there with a knife; there was going to be the first reveal of many paintings tonight, each one donated, and painted, by anonymous artists. There was going to be hot drinks and poetry reading later, and everyone was excited to meet new people and have a great night.
They saw a flicker of light to the right, and the first painting was revealed. It was in a beautiful golden frame, and had a crystal case, to protect it from the harsh winds and snow. It showed a magnificent bird, its wings spread in flight, golden feathers hidden amongst the greens and blues. Its beak glinted in the moonlight, from the fairy lights that hung from the trees. People wandered towards it, in awe, and whispered about the beauty of this animal. Slowly, the other paintings were illuminated, and while they, too, were beautiful, no-one could forget the bird in flight.
There was a painting of mountains, white with snow, and one of a small cabin in the woods. There was a painting of a wooden door, with vines and leaves wrapped around it, with a backdrop of towering trees. It had bright pink flowers, and it made everyone wonder what was behind it. There was also a painting of a waterfall, the water crashing around the rocks, and wild animals hidden behind and around the green trees and plants. The saddest of them all being the almost depressing one of a single flower, raindrops falling, and the sun disappearing to forget the troubles of earth.
The last one to light up was a very plain one, but it held such significance. It was a beautiful painting of a lake, with an unrecognisable figure swimming to the side. It shows beauty, it shows life, and it recognises the peace and quietness in everyone. It shows that there is a path for everyone and to hide from that will be like trying to swim against the current; pointless and confusing. It tells you to be who you are, and to let the current take you through life. But it also shows the darker side of life. The side that people try to hide. The side no-one talks about. The side that tells you not to get too obsessed over your own life. And it shows the warning sign that comes with life. Don’t get swept too far into the sea, and forget about the people who love you most. That is what she thought about that painting anyway. And so she sat down, and watched the sun rise over her artwork. -Anni “
