This virus is called Corona;
It came from China.
The roads are silent;
Many people can’t go camping in the tent.
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August Writing Challenge Winning Entries
Category: Kids
Winner – Anshika Kodukula
The beam of the scorching sun invaded through the window pane awaking me with a startle and very soon I opened my eyes. Eyes were replenished with a glistening glow as it was my spesh-quarantine birthday. Birthday is often special for teenyboppers like me but, of course, not for few of those who are a generation ahead of me because it reminds them of their age. Age is just a number, besides a bunch of golden experiences, blended with sorrows and happiness. Happiness for a boarding schoolgirl like me especially lies in meeting parents after a long time. “Time just flew. EIGHTEEN you’re now, damsel!” my mom uttered telling that I’m no more a nipper but matured. Matured mind is what I need to turn into now from my puerile, a change in my contemplation and behaviour. Behaviour wholly reflects one’s character, which is how people judge others. Others are stronger than you seem, smarter than you think and braver than you believe. Believe in your potential and the world will give you a number of opportunities every single day. Day has come, to celebrate and nurture my childish Einstien’s mind to be a matured one.
September Writing Challenge Winning Entries
Category: Kids
Winner – Rajit Singh Gour
They shouted in glee, sighting the Ferrero Rocher box. The prize for digging in the shrubbery for two hours! The children sprinted into the house, proud to show mommy how quickly they solved her puzzle. She commended them, but chuckled inside – the children ended up digging out the weed for her! She hit two birds with one stone. Firstly, the kids got the divine indulgence they were longing for. Secondly, the plot got weeded!
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October Writing Challenge Winning Entries
Category: Kids
Winner – Anshika Kodukula
Story Title : The New Neighbour
“Alpha…. Alpha alert! Alien control! A shooting star destroyed a part of our spaceship. It now needs an emergency landing! And, it takes a couple of weeks for repair.”
A Place Of My Dreams
Jugg Earth
The place of my dreams would be a planet where only dogs would exist. The dogs in this world lead a regular life. They buy houses; there are buildings, devices and books. The buildings have lifts and the dogs use their paws to press the lift buttons and doorbells. They even use technology responsibly.
Common Sense
Imagine a bright and sunny day,
And you are imagining your way;
Now, here comes the disturbance,
Some questions, which make no sense.
Go Away Please!
Corona, Corona go away,
To send you far is there any way?
Am compelled to stay at home,
Against my wish to roam.
The Adventure in Coconino National Forest
This is my story. Even if you don’t believe me, it’s all true. This is a secret, which only my serious brother, Marcus, and my sister, Clara who takes everything lightly, even a murder, know about. Coming back to the story, my siblings and I along with my cousins – Rokia, Genina, and Veronica – live in Winnipeg, Manitoba. In Winnipeg, the weather is at most -9.3°C in winter. So, during every Christmas break, we all go south to the USA for camping in Coconino Forest. If there is one thing that we learned from vacationing is to always avoid crossing densely populated cites as they are noisy. In Coconino National Forest, we are never allowed to go past the river as there exist creatures that will rip you apart in 5 seconds. Well, on one instance, my curiosity got the better of me and I asked everyone to come to the other side of the river. None of my cousins listened but Marcus and Clara wanted to join me. It was just the three of us then and we were all excited.
The Secret Of The Talking Parrot
Once upon a time in a city, there lived a fowler named Timma. He would catch birds for a living. One day, he caught a parrot. When Timma tried to cage the parrot, the parrot replied, “Please! Let me go. If you let me go then a rare parrot will come to your net and you can catch it.” Timma was astonished. He exclaimed, ” You are so valuable! You can talk and I would be a fool to let you free but still I will set you free.”. He let the parrot free.
Mother
Mother, Mother you are so precious to me,
You do all the work, I see.
You are so beautiful,
You are always cheerful.