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Hi, my name is Cora and I am looking forward to reading and reviewing your stories. I am 8 years old, I live in Cheshire and I love to write stories, especially at school where we recently have been writing our own myths and legends. Some of my favourite books have been written by Jacqueline Wilson, Enid Blyton and I am currently reading the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling.

I will also share idea's and ask you to take part in writing competitions.  


Lets get started with our first writing competition.  To enter you need to write a short story around a theme, and this competitions theme is the Future.

To help you to come up with ideas for your story, you might want to think about what you think the future will be like. For example, will we have robots to do our housework for us? Will we have self-making beds and voice-activated door locks?    I will be looking for stories that are exciting and imaginative.

The competition is for boys and girls aged from 6 to 8 years old and 9 to 11 years old.  The story can be up to 800 words and the closing date is Friday 2nd September and winners chosen by Monday October 3rd.  Winners will be chosen by myself and the Book Tales Team and they will receive a £10 book voucher.  Winning stories will be published on this page.

I am looking forward to receiving your stories. 

Good Luck








Below 'I've lost my voice'  is my bit of writing from our 'Pub Crawler' writing group. The activity that spawned this little bit of prose, if you would like to have a go, is:   

Wake up and find that you have lost the use of something eg: limbs, senses, voice, sense of humour, anything you choose and write for 10 minutes about it.   

I think my effort below is proof that the competition is nothing to be afraid of. Come along, have fun and get writing!  Or take part in the activities as we post them each week and submit through the website, for publication on the website.   Copyright of all work remains with the author.


‘I’ve lost my voice’

I woke to the sound of birds bringing in the spring.  I stretched and looked at the time, oops time to get up and begin the day.  I began my morning routine, yoga, breakfast, shower, dressed and lastly time to phone the folks. First the morning call to mum, I pressed the buttons on the handset and mum answered as chirpy as ever.

‘Morning love’

‘Hi’  I tried to reply but no sound came out, I  cleared my throat and tried again, 

‘H……’  again no sound. 

‘Is that you Trace’ mum asked

My mouth made the shape of ‘Yes’ still no sound came out.

‘Tracey?  Who is this?’  mum was starting to sound a little agitated.  I heard her pressing the buttons, attempting to fix the sound on the phone.  ‘Hello, Hello can you hear me’  dink, dink, dink (more button pressing….)  ’Hello, Hello’

I tried and tried but no sound would come out of my mouth, I heard mum say, 

‘Bloody phone, I am putting it down love, I will call you on the mobile’

‘I tried to shout out’ ‘MUM’ but again nothing.  My mobile rang and I answered it,

‘Can you hear me now?’ asked mum

‘YES’ I mouthed silently, it became so ridiculous I would have laughed if I could get the sound of a laugh out.

Mum exasperated said ‘not this one as well’ and put the phone down.

I text her a message, ‘mum I can hear you, I have lost my voice’

The phone rang again, I picked it up,

‘What do you mean, you’ve lost your voice?’