WordHound Children’s Writing Competition Winners

If there’s one thing the Quite Astonishingly Good WordHound Children’s Writing Competition has taught us, it’s that winning isn’t everything, but it is pretty good ‘cos you get prizes.

And on top of that, you get your hair-raising yarn, fabulous fantasy or gripping anecdote published on our blog. Right here, in fact! 

Here are the winning entries so far – we’ll update this page as more winners take their place on the WordHound Podium of Destiny.

If you’d like to see your story on our website, keep an eye on our competitions page for monthly writing prompts.


Space Aliens
by Theo S

I am an astronaut and one day, whilst researching on planet Mercury, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Hovering through the white blanket of atmosphere a neon yellow ship emerged like a turtle from its shell. Out of it came a flourescent green creature.

It jumped down and landed beside me, offering me a slimy, gnarled hand. I stared out of my space vizor, fiery ash popped and buzzed around me like glowing fireflies leaving sunspots on my vision.

Petrified, I accepted the mysterious alien’s offer and held onto a squelching, slippery hand. “Wwhere are we going?” I stammered with confusion and feelings of dudgeon.

”To a place that a human eye has never seen before.” It answered matter of factly as I was strapped into the ship. I soon spotted faint buildings, all different shapes and sizes dancing on the horizon.

When we got closer ships started to emerge like dorsal fins poking through the wispy clouds. Scores of colourful aliens, identical to the one in the ship, were meadering through curved and spikey space trees.

Spotty luminous looking toadstools were gathered in several clumps. I even noticed a space cow: a slimy, green creature lumping along contentedly. The alien took me to a peculiar home where the alien family lived.

The house was the strangest house I’ve ever seen: the furniture was upside down. Rollo, their space dog had one eye, three tails, and two noses!

The alien offered me dinner. There were space cookies, cosmic bites, astro mallows and an exquisite fountain of chocolava. I was ravenous so I devoured the lot.

The alien showed me where I would sleep that night, it was a big room with furniture made of moonstone and the most enormous bed of the softest, warped fungi.

As I lay in bed, I felt pleasantly surprised at how delightful and generous the aliens were, I would never judge anything by how it looked again.

The next day, after a hearty breakfast of moon jelly and space sausages my new, unique friend took me back to Earth and the memories of my alien buddy and his fascinating world would stick with me for ever.


Dear Santa,



Have you been doing since birth?!

Every time you come around

You just go back 

to your white freezing home safe and sound.


It’s like: 

“Here’s your presents, and bye!”

And that’s basically all 

before you’re gone 

in the blink of an eye!


Where do you go after every December?

Does anybody remember?

Do you go and ski? 

And how does nobody see?


Nobody can miss you in your big red coat!

And you never responded to any letter we wrote!

You’re just a fat, lazy, old goat!

Don’t just say “I’m so sorry”

And then turn your red-cloaked back with a lame story. 


In fact, I think I’ve seen you once or twice

In Japan eating some strange-looking spice

Or maybe tanning on the beach

Having what looked like a peach?

Perhaps spending your time in overcrowded Morocco

Made you forget to say “HO HO HO”?


And if you care about your Santa-like royalty

You will have to earn my loyalty.

And so all I can say is you’d better

Answer my letter.

But you still deserve some thanks

Otherwise the presents would be paid by our banks.


(I still want to know where you go before and after

But that’s for another time

When I come up with some sort of rhyme)


*evil laughter*


So live in fear

For I’ll be watching you every year

Waiting for you and your reindeer




A child who will make things rough

Starting by asking for a lot of stuff

Short Story Inspired by Anti-Bullying Week

Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!

My ears buzzed with the echo. I tried to pull myself together but the muddy concoction was being forced down my throat. I started choking and had to kneel down on the grass. My head was spinning.

Hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahaha…

My name is Sam. I moved to Drakenham High about a month ago…and…well…I didn’t really fit in very well. Jordan Jacobs is the most perfectly popular kid in our year and when he decided to turn my life into hell, that was it. Today, he made me drink this sticky mixture of mud and dirt and God knows what else. I feel weird and dizzy. I don’t know what to do. I can’t keep living like this anymore.

I woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly energetic and leaped out of bed. Then, the memories of the day before, flooded back into me – refusing to let me be happy. I sulked down the stairs and gradually made my way to the kitchen. A clumsy tune drifted towards me along with the smell of homemade waffles. My mum walked over to the table I where I was sitting and put the waffles down in front of me. 

“SSSSSSaaaaaaaammmmmmmm!” she yelled out, “come and have your breakfast.” 

“I-I-I’m here mum,” I replied, confused and slightly nervous. 


I waved my hand in front of my mum’s face who was now tucking into her own plate of waffles, no response. That was weird. A thought came to my mind instantly. Was I invisible? I’d always dreamed about it, but never expected it to actually happen. I pinched myself just in case. I was ecstatic to find that I was not actually dreaming.

Now, what would I do with this superpower? 

Instantly, an evil plan formed in my brain. Before the good side of my brain could convince the bad side, I was rushing off to Jordan’s house.

I’ve never spied on anyone before and it gave me a tingling feeling in my tummy. Holding my breath and trying to suppress the rapid beating of my heart, I walked in through the, surprisingly, open door.

My heart dropped. What I saw in there, I wished I never had done. Like me, Jordan was living a life of camouflage and lies. Inside that dreadful room, was Jordan trying to console his mum, who was rolled up on the floor crying with not just one but many empty bottles of alcohol next to her.

Not everyone’s perfect. Not even Jordan Jacobs…

By Madiha


The un-pruned trees whispered secretively in the wind. The overgrown and dying rose bush tilted in the breeze. Unruly green grass, hidden by a thick blanket of brown crisp leaves crunched underfoot. The knotted vines were out of control, constricting the door handle so no one could get in or get out. 

He found a small hole through the vines, he knew he would fit through it. James had always been bullied for his height. He had a disproportionately small body with long legs and short arms.  He was the cleverest in his class, maybe even the school, but that didn’t mean anything. His hair was as matted as the vines which stood in the way of the door. His clothes were a ripped tragedy.  Now he had somewhere to get away.

It was the kind of house that made you dream of ghosts and ghouls who want to kill you. The kind you would be dared to sleep in.  If you just laid a finger on the rotting wood, the timbers would shake with rage. The panels which had once built the house up were now falling down and spitting out splinters. The eerie darkness filled the room with a spooky awe. 

James could feel shadows looming around the walls. A sudden sense of fear overwhelmed him. He frantically tugged at the door but it was shut, vines had crept over it and locked him in.

Then without warning a knock 
came from within the walls….then another one. Shaking with terror he crept to the corner, another knock then sounded, James curled up hugging his knees, hoping he would awaken from this terrible living nightmare. He had to brave it out, he had to stay the night ! If he did, he may never be bullied again.

The Tale of the Bird Who Changed My Life 

Chloe, age 8

Welcome to my world. The world where aeroplanes do not exist. Instead, each person owns their very own large bird. I have a barn owl named Barnie and he flies me everywhere. Well, now he does. When I first adopted him, he was a scrawny, bedraggled owl that could barely lift a wing. I was on my teacher’s bird and we flew by a horrible dump. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Barnie. He looked like the owl version of an urchin.
I begged my teacher to stop so she reluctantly ground to a halt. I jumped off the bird and walked over to Barnie. He shook with terror when I approached him but he could barely move, he was so weak. I gently picked him up and cradled him in my arms. The teacher beckoned me over so I carried Barnie over. We flew back home and at once I began to fatten Barnie up.
Ever so gradually, Barnie began to put on weight. Even more gradually, Barnie grew into the strong owl I wanted him to be. That was when I took a big step. I decided Barnie was ready to compete. There was soon to be the National Race of the Year, which was to be the race we competed in. The following day I signed up. Now all I had to do was wait!
The big day arrived. I hopped on Barnie and I could feel his shudders of excitement. The starting whistle blew and Barnie had a good start. It was not long before he overtook every bird in the race. Still, we couldn’t relax too much because there was still more to come. We flew past lakes and mountains until the finish line was in sight! I urged Barnie forward until he crossed the finish line. We had won! That day changed my life. It really did.

The Box

Christmas. Our lounge had been smothered with Lego. My parents encouraged me to tidy-up. I needed a container. Luckily, searching beneath my bed I found an ancient brass-braced box.

I pulled the box from beneath the spider-infested bedposts. I shook the box. Nothing rattled or moved.

It appeared empty…

This box had lived in the darkest deepest corners beneath my bed. What horrors would I find if I dared to lift the lid, my imagination raced…

I took a closer look. Its patterned braces seemed, Victorian. They were as cold as ice and as dark as coal. Underneath the cobwebs and dead bluebottles were dark streams of polished wood that gave the box a greasy yet stylish look. It smelt like age. A rusty catch on the front proved that the box had been closed for a long time.

I flicked the catch; the box was open…

Fuelled by paranoia, caution oozing out of me, I took a look inside. There was nothing, literally nothing. It was like staring into a pit. I peered at it.

I was sure this box had a history of its own? Shrugging my shoulders, I persuaded myself it was an ordinary box. I ran downstairs, the box in my clutches and scooped up the Lego and poured.

I didn’t hear it hit the box…
I wearily put my head into the box. I saw the Lego disappear. I heard a creek of wood, the lid of the box was closing, then I heard a click, it all went black…

They’d searched everywhere. The boy’s parents had spent all their money desperately searching. They sold the house…

Years later

The house was in ruins, the mystery repelled buyers. The box remained shut.

“Click” the catch opened and a pale hand reached for daylight…

What would happen if the internet suddenly disappeared?

By Eden-Rose, 10 years old.

It was a tedious day. Mum was shopping online. Dad was calling a colleague. My brother was on a Zoom call with his friend. I was trying to type my homework onto a computer. And then it happened. Our screens went black. Dead. Dead as a dinosaur. I confess we all had a bit of a nervous breakdown. Mum’s face was a smooth white crockery plate. I went ruddy with annoyance. I thought of Miss Baker with her dogged hands on her hips saying over and over again, “If you don’t submit it in tomorrow there will be consequences.” To be brutally frank with you, this is the worst day of my life. So, I set about trying to finish my homework…on paper.  My pencil was uncomfortable to hold and the paper was too rough to write on. I sighed and looked around. Mum was going to the supermarket. Dad was trying to write a letter by hand and was clearly as impatient as me. My brother? Well he was going out to his friend’s house. Grandma was knitting on her threadbare armchair. She giggled like a naive young schoolgirl. “Just like the old days!” she whispered, smiling like a mischievous imp.

I came back from school and my dog was there like always. His name was Max and he was the most loving dog in the world. But when I came back from school – he was not at the door – he was not in the sitting room. I said to myself, ‘he must be upstairs.’ So I went up and I saw him talking in my room on my tablet. There was my dog talking to other dogs!

He saw me and he tried to act dumb but I knew he was talking so I said ‘Why are you talking’ he said ‘woof’. So I thought I must have been wrong as I was tired after school (I mean jail) so I went to sleep.

Next morning, I saw my dog was downstairs and my tablet was gone so I want downstairs and he was talking on my tablet again so I went and said ‘I know you are talking’

Max said ‘woof’ and I said ‘I know you can talk so why not?’
Max said ‘Fine I will – There are you happy?’ I said ‘Why do you never talk to my kind’.

Max said ‘Because I am a special. I am a dog that can talk. There are like ten more of my kind’

‘Can you talk in dog language?’

Max said ‘only for ten minutes’ ‘ok – but what if you stop talking in dog language’ ‘People will take me away and you won’t play with me ever again’.

Max only talks to me now and his friends on the internet.

Edward, aged 9

Something I’ve Been Putting Off For Ages And I’ll Probably Never Do

I have been putting off a thing I wish to do for ages, I have never done it and probably will never do. That is making a bucket list! I have never made a bucket list for myself and maybe I will never do. A bucket list is a list of things you or I wish to do. I have been inspired to make one
after seeing many celebrities making one and creating goals for themselves and they motivate everyone to create one. They have made a bucket list for themselves and this inspires me to make one for myself. I have never been to make a bucket list and I cannot achieve anything now on my bucket list as the current situation won’t allow me. An epidemic called Coronavirus has spread all around the world and affected many places. Everyone is staying at home to stay safe. So, I cannot travel anywhere. There are many other things I would like to do. This also helps me to explore and do new things. Surfing, meeting new people, cooking, etc. are some things I would like to add. I like doing all these things. Travelling from cold mountains to hot deserts, would be very cool! Cooking new things and creating recipes would be very fun. Surfing in the waves of the seas on a hot day would be the best thing I have ever done. I look forward to make an adventurous, fun bucket list! I really hope, I could make one in the future!

Meenakshi, aged 11

When would you go in a time machine?

I really could use a time machine right now. I’d hop aboard and fast forward into the future. June 5th 2021 to be exact. Where hopefully I would find some escape from lockdown. What would the world be like then I wonder. Will everything have returned to the way it was before? Or will it be this new world where everyone is frantically washing their hands every two minutes while singing Happy Birthday? Will we forever have to draw chalk lines on the floor to make sure we don’t get any closer than 2 meters to another human being?

I hope to find a new ‘normal’, where I can step outside the front door again, without having to cross the road as if my neighbours have the plague. A world where I can see my friends again, cuddle my grandparents and have playdates with my cousins. A world that’s found a cure for Coronavirus.

I want that sense of being free again. I even want to go back to school! I want to be able to feel the warmth of the sand beneath my toes once more, and sense the waves lapping around my ankles as I squeal at its coldness. Without a care in the world. Finishing the day with an eruption of laughter at my little brother as he demolishes another teddy bear ice cream from the Hockings van, with a chocolate covered face to show for it!

The planet will have learnt lessons from Covid19. We’ll all be mindful and care for each other and help others when needed. We’ll continue to appreciate the NHS and key workers who help us every single day. We’ll cherish our family and friends more and have learnt to enjoy the every day little things that we have all missed so much.

Heidi, aged 9

What I’m Scared Of

I imagine what’s inside these winding pipes that stretch and turn around every room in my house. It’s the longest and skinniest monster, he lives in these pipes and every day makes noises to scare us, hoping that one day we’ll leave and he will take over our house with his spider legs and stick arms. Slowly but surely he’ll wiggle out of each pipe in the kitchen, bathroom and even through my bedroom radiator… then he will take control.
There he is again, not again! I’m lying in bed and he’s waking me. Letting me know he’s still here. Then again when I wake up in the morning, when I get home from school, when I’m eating my tea and then here I am a whole 24 hours later lying in bed with the same water monster noises reminding me of the control that he thinks he will eventually get. He’s louder this time. So loud that I can hear his spider legs pushing and sliding his sausage shaped body up the pipe from the bathroom up to the tank in the attic where he sits and relaxes when no one is home. I KNOW … tomorrow morning I will wake up early, I will wake up early. I will tip toe to the sink and I will get rid of him once and for all. I’ll do just that. My fingers slowly turn the tap clockwise. I hear GURGLE. Hahaha, here he is sliding down the pipe falling for my trap. Now I quickly turn the tap on and… Whoosh! The water shoots out and down the drain but wait! What!? There are no spider-like legs. No twig like arms. No sausage shaped body. Just water with tummy ache.

Freya, aged 8

My Weirdest Dream

My weirdest dream was when we were out in the the garden with our yummy picnic. Then some ants came and ate up our picnic but we had enough to make another picnic. The the pesky ants came back and then they ate it all up again. We did not have enough food to make any more and we were very sad. So we got ice cream instead, we were happy. Isabella, aged 6

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