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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When we had run out the door of Hotel La Grande, we started running past all these<br />
expensive shops and there were crowds of people everywhere. We had to say ‘excuse me’<br />
many times and burst through. The sky was turning darker now and there was a sense of<br />
mystery in the air.<br />
The other gang had all pulled out daggers, some were throwing them, and others were<br />
trying as hard as they could to catch up to us. We saw another giant crowd, and some of the<br />
people in there were wearing the same clothes as us. We waited in the middle of the crowd<br />
for the gang to catch up. They didn’t know where we went. As they were looking around at<br />
the people in the crowd, we seized our chance and bolted away from the crowd into a dimly<br />
lit alleyway. The chase wasn’t over yet but at least we had some time to breathe.<br />
Ten minutes later, the gang still hadn’t found us, so Steven suggested we go to his little<br />
enclosed cottage in Foggy Woods. I remembered going there with my parents on walks and<br />
it was always peaceful and tranquil.<br />
So, we set off for Foggy Woods hoping no one would follow us there. When we<br />
reached the cottage, Steven and I stepped inside and I saw technology and gadgets galore.<br />
“Wow Steven, I had no idea you used this place as a bunker!” I exclaimed.<br />
“Yeah, pretty impressive huh, I sometimes use it to track people down,” he replied.<br />
“Can you use it to see where Frankie and his gang are?” I asked.<br />
“Oh yes, good idea, emmm, no sign of them near we are all good,” he said.<br />
We spent about two days there just to be sure we were safe but on the third day I<br />
heard Steven on the telephone talking to someone strange.<br />
“Yes, I’ve got her, she’s still here,” he whispered. I knew he was talking about me but<br />
who was he talking to?<br />
“Steven,” I called. I heard a muffled voice coming from the other end of the telephone<br />
but couldn’t make out who it was or what they said.<br />
“I have to go, she’s calling me but I’m ready for tonight,” Steven hissed down the telephone.<br />
“Steven,” I called again, “Who were you talking to?”<br />
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