Fiction Writing Summer Camp 2021
Young writers aged 11 to 13 joined us for an online Fiction Writing Camp from 26th - 29th July 2021. Imaginations soared to inventive worlds ranging from an infamous art robbery, a purple dragon who loves marshmallows, the recollections of ants, a poisoned hairbrush, some monster hunting, and crime. Each writer delved into the lives of memorable characters and twisting and turning plots.
Young writers aged 11 to 13 joined us for an online Fiction Writing Camp from 26th - 29th July 2021.
Imaginations soared to inventive worlds ranging from an infamous art robbery, a purple dragon who loves marshmallows, the recollections of ants, a poisoned hairbrush, some monster hunting, and crime. Each writer delved into the lives of memorable characters and twisting and turning plots.
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Kelly had started to cackle. Desmond started yelling for help. He took out his phone.<br />
“I’ll call an ambulance, or the police, or-or anyone.”<br />
Forty five minutes later, Kelly was strapped to a hospital bed in the mental illness<br />
ward.<br />
They’d knocked her out when she’d started yelling, “ALL DEAD! ALL DEAD”! at the<br />
other patients.<br />
In a plastic bag on the bedside table, was the green hairbrush. I stared at it for quite<br />
some time, lost in thought. It was a nice hair brush. It had swirly green marble patterns. It<br />
looked expensive. I knew I’d never seen it before. Someone planted it there. The doctors<br />
said they had induced poison into the hairbrush. I think it was more than that though. It<br />
was no poison they’d ever seen before. Nuaramosia, I think they called it. Whatever it is, it<br />
caused severe mental damage.<br />
I just have no idea who would do this! Kelly was so kind-<br />
Wait.<br />
It was meant for me. It must have been. An odd feeling crept through my stomach<br />
and around my throat. Why would someone want to do this to me? I’ve practically never<br />
beef with someone. I felt sick. What if I’m in danger? What if-stop it Maria! I pushed away<br />
any selfish thoughts. I needed to focus on Kelly.<br />
I gazed at her, her red bob a mess and her bangs sticking up. Then, I looked at her<br />
face. She was so pale, my eyes went a little blurry. We weren’t best friends or anything, but<br />
I’ve known her since I was like fourteen.<br />
I decided then and there that whoever It was meant for, I would find out who did this<br />
and how to fix it. For Kelly. Just then my phone rang.<br />
“Hi mom, yeah. What? No, no she’s not dead! I’m FINE mom. Ugh, no I didn’t. Yeah.<br />
Yeah, okay listen I have another call on the line. YES,bye.” I declined my next call and then<br />
put the phone down.<br />
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