Among the many highlights of the Lincoln Book Festival launch party on Monday (23rd September) was the announcement of this year’s flash fiction competition winners.
We had some truly wonderful stories in exactly 50 words on the theme of Victoria. Here are the shortlisted, highly commended and winning entries from our three age categories. Enjoy!
Primary Age Category
Isabelle Radcliffe – age 8
Victorious in great battles
Impressed by her colossal kingdom
Controlled India, Great Britain and more
The girl became queen at 18 years old
On 24th May 1819, Victoria was born
Reigned for 63 years
Increased her Empire and ruled a quarter of the world’s population
Albert was her beloved husband.
Primary Runner Up
Beatrice Morgan – age 11
Annabelle walked from her father’s funeral. She walked past the grand house. A man burst through the door and shouted, “Victoria, thank goodness you’re safe.” He cried and hugged her. A girl who looked like her wearing fancier funeral dress rushed past and winked. Annabelle winked back. The girl was Victoria.
Julian Lyall – age 11
Today is my second day in the workhouse Yesterday was a bit rough so I didn’t want to write about it. At the moment I’m sat in the hall eating breakfast; it’s gruel again they’re never going to change the menu, are they? I’m going to work before I get whipped.
Secondary Age Category
Morning of the Prince
December 1861, darkness arose. From a healthy life, death came upon thee.
Mourning of the morning. Of once a great Prince, and husband. Albert.
Separate from others. Living in the darkness. Wearing the darkness. The Black Widow.
The Queen consumed by grief. Once great, now deep in depression. Mourning for forty years.
Secondary Runner Up
By my side
“It’s time for sleep, dear,” that ever-endearing voice beckoned to her. she swivelled gracefully upon her heels, the years of regal expectations integrated into every mannerism. Gazing serenely at him, she felt sober, silvery eyes grasp her weary soul as she laid lilies by his feet.
“Sleep well, dear Albert.”
The Chimney Sweep
The Chimney was calling to be swept. The soot covered lad lowered himself further down. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very lucky as he slipped down. Having tumbled down the dark, dusty tunnel, 9 children questioned, “Are you Santa?”. “Depends if you’ve been bad this year, I’ve only got coal” he replied.
Adult Age Category
The Shortest and Sweetest of Stories
She could have sent an angry message, a reminder of duty and the importance of position. She could have
She could have chosen silence.
But she trusted to George MacDonald’s near rhyming, missed rhyming, tiny, aching poem to yearn across the
chasm for her:
…and it worked.
Adult Runner Up
I fell asleep while I was reading
And dreamt of Heathcliff in the fog,
But it’s quite hard to feel affection
For a man who’d kill your dog.
Still I wanted a companion,
Faithful, loving and well bred,
So, I put down Emily Bronte
And got a rescue pup instead.
Mo S Ryan
Henrietta reflects on her Mother’s admonishments
I am to endure ringlets and stays, play folk tunes not Bach, on no
account sing. I must be lively but neither pert nor bookish:
Reverend Tradscombe comes to dine. There will be no talk of
velocipedes or Mr. Darwin. The wet lipped curate, Mother insists,
is my last hope.
Thank you to all our competition entrants, and those who supported them.
The photograph shows Mo alongside our judge and guest speaker Melvin Burgess. With many thanks to our wonderful photographer, Phil Crow.
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