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First Place Winner!
Title: “Jealous? I’m not Jealous.”
By: Lyena Monis, Age 12, California, USA
Description: A jealous girlfriend expresses her views on her relationship with her boyfriend.
You know, my boyfriend tells me I’m an (does air quotes with fingers) “overprotective and jealous” girlfriend, but he just doesn’t understand. It’s a girlfriend’s job to watch out for girls who want to steal him away. The other day I saw him hugging another girl. When I confronted him, he said it was his mom. Excuses, excuses. I didn’t talk to him for a week after that incident. I just trying to protect him, you know. He interacts with so many girls, you never know who may be eyeing him. I even quit my job just so I could keep my eye on him. He often pleads with me to trust him and whatever, but that always leads to arguments. Another time, I hacked his phone and looked through his mail and messages. He’d been talking to so many girls! Someone named Jenny and another named Mrs. Switzer. An older woman! He claimed that Jenny was his science partner and that Mrs. Switzer was his piano teacher. Yeah, right. How could he do this to me? When he caught me looking through his phone, he was a little mad, and he explained that just because he’s talking to women, doesn’t mean he’s cheating on me. Then, he said the next time that I do something like that, he’ll break up with me. He just doesn’t understand what a good girlfriend I am. I’m just being there to ward off any girls who want to take my man. Right now, I’m hiding behind a bush, keeping my protective watch on him. Wait, here comes a girl. Gotta go!
Second Place Winner!
Title: “Abby at the Beach”
By: Alysa Klapper, Age 13, California, USA
Gender: Female (gender can be changed)
Description: A dog describes her first visit to the ocean.
Hello, my name is Abby and I’m a part of the Klapper family. Every day of my life is basically the same. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Watch family leave. Lie in the sunshine and chase squirrels. Family comes home. Get some tummy rubs and treats. Eat dinner and go to bed. But one day, I heard them talking about driving to something called the beach… I didn’t know what that was, but then they said three words that made my ears perk up, “Let’s bring Abby.” I was so excited! I wasn’t going to be alone all day again. I got in the car and jumped into Alysa’s lap, ready to go on an adventure. As we were driving there was a powerful fan outside the car window with a lot of smells. Finally, we get to the thing called the beach. Why haven’t they taken me to this before?! The dirt here is soft and warm, and so easy to dig in. There are birds everywhere to chase and chase (huffing and puffing). Alysa is in a big pool of water that looks like it has no end. She’s calling me, and suddenly my paws are wet, but it feels so good! Oh no, a big moving wall of water is coming. What will happen if it gets me. I try to run away, but it’s too late, and it’s all over me. I’m soaking wet. I run back to the dry sand where my family is and shake and shake and shake and shake. Why are they yelling? They must think this is as fun as I do! The day at the beach was the best day ever! On the way home, I heard them talking about another adventure, called “the veterinarian.” I can’t wait to see what that is like!
Third Place Winner!
Title: “Coming Out”
By: Jessie Stevenson, Age 13, California. USA
Gender: Female, but can be changed
Description: A teen girl comes out to her family in a comedic way.
Hey parentals, siblings, comrades. How are you? How’s your day? I hope it’s been good. Thank you all for being here. Well I think it’s safe to assume that I have something to tell you all. I am…. Not… exactly…. Straight. Yup. I like not just boys but also girls. So yeah…. I know it may be a shock to some of you and others might have guessed it but yeah. If you want to ask if it’s a phase or a fad. No, it is not. If this new information is a shock to you, I have one question. HOW? I mean seriously how did you not see this coming, look at me. How did you not question it when I cut my hair super short, or when I would talk about LGBTQ+ issues which was… A LOT. Or when I put a giant pink triangle on the door to my room, or when I bought a rainbow bow tie and suspenders? I mean c’mon people. Well now you know. If you can’t accept me, then BYE. It took a lot for me to come to terms and accept myself and if you can’t handle it…then buh bye.
Title: “Stage Fright”
By: Aditi Ingale, North Carolina, USA, Age 8
Gender: Any (gender can be changed)
Description: A girl is very nervous about performing in a play.
Hi, my name is Emma. I have my very first play tomorrow and I am super nervous. Can you help me? You can! Thank you! Wait, so you did the same play before? You were also nervous? So, what did you do? Okay, trying not to look at people would help me a lot when I am doing the play. Do you have any other strategies? One more, what is it? Practicing in front of my family will help me? Thanks again! Now I am not nervous, I am excited! Now that I am confident in practicing and going on stage, I will make tomorrow the best day of my life. I will always remember these things when I go on stage. I am super excited to go on stage. I am going to do my best. Thank you so much!
First Place Winner!
By: Lilly Johnson, Age 13, Missouri, USA
Description: A teenage surfer narrowly escapes a shark attack and it changes her view of the ocean forever.
You’re scared of the ocean? Yeah, I understand that. The ocean seems scary to many, even dangerous. People fear of drowning or being attacked by creatures from below. But this does not apply to me. I’m as fearless as it gets when it comes to water. Or, at least I was. There are some things that I’ve seen happen in the ocean that would normally scar you for life. I’ve heard about shark attacks, but they never really scared me…didn’t seem real. Until one day last summer. The morning sky was clear, not a cloud could be seen for miles. The sun had already risen, its heat overbearing. Seeing the waves reach all the way out from the deep to the shore, I couldn’t help but think of what a perfect day it would be for surfing. I grabbed my surfboard and broke into a sprint across the beach; I could feel the ocean spray before I reached the water. I waded through the water, trying to keep from being pushed back by the rising waves. After about two minutes, the water was above my waist. Right about that time, unfortunately, a huge wage was forming, and was starting to come my way. I grabbed my board and tried to pull myself onto it, but it was too late. I opened my eyes, only for the saltwater to flood them. Now, some people would have panicked, but that’s not who I am. As I attempted to swim up, a huge object pushed against me, sending me farther down. I looked around. What I saw was terrifying. A shark, at least fifteen feet long, was staring at me the way a barn owl stares at a mouse. With all my might, I swam upward. It seemed like forever until I reached the surface and swam towards the shore. I used to brag about being fearless, but I can’t imagine what would have happened if I didn’t get scared that day. Being scared saved my life. Yeah, I’ll admit it. I’m a little scared of the ocean now too.
Second Place Winner!
Title: “Hey, I Miss You”
By: Karina Robles Leyva, Age 14, California, USA
Description: Caroline writes a letter to an old friend.
We haven’t talked in a long while. The last time we texted was when you sent me a message wishing me a Happy Birthday. Thanks for remembering. The day you left we said we’d text every day. And we did, for a while. I still have all the gifts you gave me, the fluff ball, the coloring page, the paintings, and that terrible ceramic dog that sort of resembles mine. Do you still have everything I gave you? Probably not, maybe you threw those away a long time ago. Remember when you first came to visit? I didn’t talk when we first met, I felt weird with strangers in my house. It was the day before Valentine’s Day, and we were making chocolate dipped strawberries when we invited your family over. Then you made me laugh and after that you always came back. You were my first friend you know? When you moved in next door, I was so happy. I used to be sort of an outcast and suddenly I had my first best friend! That’s why it hurt so much when you moved away. We used to know everything about each other. I miss those days. After you left, I never asked how your new friends were, or how your new school was because I didn’t know what to say. Now I’m here reminiscing and missing the times when we went to get frozen yogurt daily. Wishing for those times when you came over and we became like sisters. To be honest, I don’t really remember why you left, I think it was because your mother had to go somewhere for a better job. I don’t really remember why, just that you were next to me crying, red faced when you told me you were going away. And how’s your father? Do you know? I know him being in jail far away from you must be hard. I don’t think you’ve visited him in a while. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for many things. I’m sorry I never texted you enough, I’m sorry that you left, I’m sorry, and I still miss you. We haven’t talked in a long while, and I thought about not sending this, but we swore to be friends for life, and I am keeping my promise. I’m here, if you need me…and I need you.
Third Place Winner!
Title: “Elephant in the Room”
By: Eli Whittier, Oklahoma, USA, Age 10
Description: A child overhears a bizarre argument between his/her parents.
I’ve finally confirmed it. My parents are crazy. Last night, I heard them arguing, and they were talking real low, so naturally, I snuck up to the door and listened in. That’s when I heard my mom say, “Let’s talk about the elephant in the room.” What? I’ve never seen an elephant in their room. Or even in our house. Obviously, we would all know if there was an elephant in their room! My dad said, “Keep your voice down. The kids will hear.” Like he didn’t want us to know there was an elephant in there either. So, apparently, they both think there is an elephant in their room. I looked through the crack in the doorjamb, and I could see my mom sitting on the bed, and my dad across from her, and sure enough…no elephant. Then my dad said something that I couldn’t hear, and then my mom sounded real mad and she said, “Well, it’s clear that you prefer her to me.” So apparently the elephant is a girl elephant. And my dad raised his voice and said, “I work with her!” What? My dad’s an accountant, not a zookeeper. Tomorrow, after-school, I’m going to sneak in there and find out once and for all. And just to be on the safe side, I’m going to make my big brother come with me!
First Place Winner!
Title: “Babysitter’s Rules”
By: Jazarae Robinson, Age 12, Ohio, USA
Description: Babysitter is not who Mom thinks she is.
Don’t worry, Linda. I will take great care of your kids. I have lots of experience with kids, so I know what to do when they misbehave. Bye.
(Turns to kids after Linda leaves) Now listen, you little brats! I am the boss here, so you will do everything I ask you to do exactly when I say it. Here are the rules:
Rule #1 You don’t question, you just do it.
Rule #2 Never tell your mom anything that I do. Always tell her I’m the best babysitter. You wouldn’t want me to lose my job, would you?
Rule #3 You eat what I make, or you don’t eat at all.
Rule #4 If I have company do not talk to them and go into the basement.
Rule #5 If I make a mess, you clean it. I’m your guest, not the other way around.
Rule #6 No crying allowed.
Ok, those are the rules. Go have fun! (rolls eyes and whispers) Little brats.
Second Place Winner!
Title: “The Darkness”
By: Yulianis Pesante Quinones, Age 14, Virginia, USA
Description: A teen reflects on the concept of darkness.
I wish I was scared of the dark. I mean most people are, but I always find comfort sitting in it. Get home, shower, lay in bed. Don’t turn the lights on. My daily routine. Sit in the dark and listen to music. A vampire. That’s what my mom calls me. It’s not that I don’t like the light, you just think differently in the dark. You find comfort in it like a big black blanket wrapped around you. You just let go not knowing what could happen. Your mind travels to so many places and everything’s fine. Until you realize you’re alone. The feeling of loneliness hits you. You have no one to talk to. Everyone’s asleep. You’ve thought so much that the big black blanket is now suffocating you. So, tell me is the darkness safe or dangerous?
Third Place Winner!
Title: “No Feeling”
By: Ryan Dosa, Age 16, Colorado, USA
Description: Character is numbing themselves by using drugs. They are telling their friend who wants to help what they feel and why they still; continue to use drugs.
I don’t think you get it, one day I can feel like I have the world but the next everything can change, it’s as if you have had everything one day but then have nothing. This is the most heart-wrenching feeling in the world I can feel all my happiness fall into the black pit that lives inside. As my entire body becomes numb all I am able to process is the never-ending question of why. People forget who I am and don’t recognize me anymore for I have “changed”. I no longer have the right to feel sad, the sadness has been stripped from me leaving me open, I’m empty, I have no emotions, no love, no feeling, and no reason. But as everyone says it’s all okay because I can still throw on a smile, and the one thing that makes this all go away are the drugs.
First Place Winner!
Title: “Selfish Samaritan”
By: Hannah Chaffin, Age 16
Description: A conceited high school girl who volunteers to visit a disabled boy, is called out for actually being selfish and egotistical.
Yeah, we’ve all heard it, Penelope. How great you are for helping out that disabled boy. Give it a rest. Honestly, I don’t think you’re doing it for him; you’re doing it for yourself. You must feel such a thrill, having him watch you like you’re some kind of savior. I’d guess you like to feel that way; some kind of all holy, selfless being. But in my opinion, you’re the most selfish person I know. You walk around thinking you are a one of a kind, holy mastermind. Plenty of people volunteer, and the good ones, the really good ones don’t yak on and on about it. You like to believe that people think you’re a little miss pink perfect cake pop doll, but you’re not that. Hard to hear ain’t it. That you mean far less than little to someone, someone who doesn’t kiss the earth below you. He doesn’t need you. You could die today and he’d still breathe the same, suffer the same. You aren’t his medication, so stop acting like some prized jewel that can’t shatter to the ground. Test me one more time Penelope. You’ll see, one day, you’ll be nothing more than another grain of sand in the ocean of nobodies.
Second Place Winner!
Title: “The Dancer”
By: Mina T., New York, NY, Age 13
Description: An elderly woman tells a young artist to pursue her dreams and shares the story of her broken dreams.
Oh, what did I do? Funny question, you see I was a dancer. Once upon a time, that is. Right here on this bench, as you watch me feed these hungry little pigeons, I want to change your life, by sharing mine with you. When I was your age, I loved to dance. I wore silky dresses and flirted with the gentlemen, but mostly I danced. I would never stop, and I couldn’t, I thought. One gloomy day, my dad came to visit. Now, he only came to visit when he meant serious business. He sat me down on the couch. He said, “Sweetie I’ve enrolled you in college. You’re going to major in accounting.” I was petrified; I mean my lifelong dreams could be ruined, but In the weirdest way I felt some type of relief. I didn’t understand what I was feeling, I loved dancing, but I was always told that I would never make it. I agreed to go. I was only 18 at the time. That first day, when I walked into the school, I looked around and I realized I didn’t belong there. I’d made the wrong decision. And then, I spent fifty years wishing I had had the courage to say no. Dancing brought me so much joy! Leaping in the air, I had the feeling that I could do anything in the world. Now, I’m 95 and I can hardly walk. I’m never going to be a dancer; I’m never going to do the only thing that I was meant to do. I regret the decision I made. I could blame it on my father, but it was me who took away the only thing I loved, the only thing that truly made me happy. Sweetie, don’t waste your life as I did. Be an artist. Live the life you are meant to live.
Third Place Winner!
Title: “English Class”
By: Justin Kyzar, Mississippi, USA, Age 15
Description: A frustrated teacher deals with a rowdy class.
Alright class! Listen up! Because of last weeks’ “events,” we are going to try this again. Everyone get out your pencils. And no throwing them this time! Jane, put that cell phone away! I will not hesitate to take it! Shawn, stop trying to light Cindy’s hair on fire! There is barely any left from last time! Jason! Don’t you dare throw that chair out the window! Jaaasssooon… Jason! Ugh! you guys are worse today than yesterday, and now I have to replace that window! I am calling the principal! (picks up phone) Hello Mr. Sanchez? We need you in the fifth-grade classroom. What do you mean you are busy? There’s no way those kindergartners are worse than these kids. oh…oh… They did that? Oh well, I hope Mrs. Smith recovers. Those kindergartners should be ashamed for doing that to her. Well, stay safe, and I hope the pencil wound in your arm heals. (hangs up) Okay class, new test! We are going to see how good you are at finding a new teacher because I quit! I am going to be a janitor! I rather clean up other people’s messes than teach you! Adios!
Title: “Me, Myself and I”
By: Cecily W., New York, NY, Age 13
Description: A young girl tells her mother that she doesn’t want to be famous anymore.
Mom, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s, it’s hard for me to say. The last thing I want to do is disappoint you. You’re so kind and supportive of me. I love you so much. I’m, I’m just going to say it. No matter how hard it is for me to admit, because I love my life. But hon-hon-honestly sometimes wish I wasn’t famous! Acting is an amazing thing. Most people would love to be me. It just tires me out so much. Starting at seven– I don’t think that was meant to be my path. I had an idea when I was younger, and you were amazing to let me follow it. But I was seven! I didn’t know all of the pressure that it would be. Again, the last thing I want to do is disappoint you. You’re my role model, my hero, my everything. Sometimes I’m scared I won’t be enough like you when I grow up. It’s just that I feel so insecure and overwhelmed. People always stopping and staring. Taking pictures of me, invading my privacy. Not feeling comfortable in my own skin. I just want me, myself and I. Not surrounded by paparazzi and obsessive fans. Sometimes I just wish for a normal life! I know that sounds selfish, I mean, I have everything. Money, designer clothes, loving family. I shouldn’t ask for more. But, I’m technically asking for less. I love all the fun trips and traveling, and this loving and kind family, I just don’t think a sixteen-year-old should be held to such high expectations. I love you. Thank you for always being there for me. I hope you understand.
Title: “A Mother’s Wishes”
By: Annelise M., New York, NY, Age 12
Description: A mother tells her teenage daughters to stay in school and to not make the same mistakes she did.
No, no, no, no, I am not going to let the two of you drop out of school! Trust me, I’m not trying to convince you school is fun and all that other stuff, but that is no excuse to drop out. I know because I was once in that situation and went down the wrong path. When I was young, I had this dream about how my life would be, my ideal perfect life, two kids, a husband, a house. I would be rich and have my dream job. I wanted to lie in the grass in my backyard and give my kids advice and teach them life lessons. But it’s not that simple and dropping out isn’t the solution. One day 16 years ago I went into the doctor’s office and walked out with the news that I was having twins. It was an accident from a boy in school that I didn’t really know very well. I decided it would be better if he didn’t know. My first reaction was excitement and pure joy but didn’t last long when I realized all the problems and complications. I was scared to take on such a big role. This one change in my life would have a ripple effect on my life forever. Because in the months that followed I, I dropped out of school to take care of you. Until you moved away, I knew I would have to take care of you alone. All of the financial issues fell on me and it was very overwhelming. My parents did not take the news well at the time, and they didn’t really help. They told me to give you away, but I refused. Don’t follow in my footsteps and drop out because I did it. It derailed my life and yours. You both should get back to school and when you guys have left home, I will too. We can all have a new beginning.
By: Eleanor H., New York, NY, Age 12
Description: A young girl seeks help from a therapist about her fear of going outside.
I know why my mom asked you to come. I have a problem. Every time I want to go outside, I think about how the outside world is scary. The loud cars, big trucks, the constant noise surrounding me, the germs, the animals… the people. I really want to go outside. I have dreams about leaving this small apartment and I long to walk around the city and see things, learn in a school and not be homeschooled. Go to a park and have normal experiences but …I can’t. Every time I think about leaving, my heart races 100 miles an hour, my palms get sweaty, I get dizzy, and I picture the accident that left me without an arm … The one moment that changed my life forever. Everyone tells me I’ll be fine. But how do I know for sure? I could get hit by a car, robbed, kidnapped, attacked by an animal, or contract a disease. I have spent my whole life living in this house. I was even born in here, I know it’s safe. That’s why I have a special connection to this house. I am tired of being cooped up, but I can’t help it. I just want to be a normal kid. Can you… can you help me?
First Place Winner!
Title: “I Remember”
By: Karina S., Baton Rouge, Lousiana, USA, Age 15
Description: A daughter remembers things about her mother who passed away.
Oh yes, I remember her. The way her hair smelled like cinnamon and every time she bent down to pick me up, it brushed against my face. I remember the way she laughed often and easily, her voice a chime of happiness. I remember that she seemed to always be awake. She wasn’t one of those moms who liked to sleep in late and have breakfast in bed. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. There she was, a cup of tea in her slender hands, staring at the moon. I watched her in silence for a moment. She was so still. As if she were contemplating something. I had the overwhelming feeling that I didn’t really know my mother at all. But then, she saw me. “What are you doing, mommy?” I asked. She snapped out of her trance. “Just looking at the moon, June Bug. Do you need a glass of water?” She always knew what I needed. She was just that way. People are amazed that I remember so much about my mother, because the cancer took her when I was only five. I think her love for me pressed those memories into my heart and mind forever. I remember her telling me, right before she died, that she will always be with me, watching over me like the moon. Oh yes, I remember her. I remember.
Second Place Winner!
Title: “Spritey O’Doodle”
By: Cameron F., El Paso, TX, USA, Age 13
Genre: Comedic (In an Irish accent.)
Description: A leprechaun outsmarts someone who has found his pot of gold.
Listen, ye squirrely would-be crook…it dunnot work the way ya think. Da. I am a leprechaun, and indeed, we stand at the end of my rainbow with da pot ‘o gold right about here. What they dunnot tell ye is that my gold is buried deep below. Ya think that I would work away, makin’ shoes and boots for all da rich uns, just to let a theivin’ scud the likes of ye, come long and snatch me riches? Too bad for you, I’m Spritey O’Doodle. I’m no eejit. I’m the smartest of all da leprechauns. And you can go get a shovel. Ya have da right to dig for me treasure. But by the time ye return, who knows where me and me rainbow have buggered off ta. (Laughs.) Ye humans are bleedin’ thick! So, run along, ya gombeen. I’ve me work to do!
(The leprechaun goes back to his work making shoes and sings this song.)
“Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you not catch the tiny clamour,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Lepracaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade.”
First Place Winner!
Title: “You’re Melting”
By: Amber Leanne Rothberg, Age 12, Massachusetts, USA
Description: A friend consoles another friend after a death.
Do you ever think about how being alive, and actually living, are two completely different things? Well, they may sound like the same thing to you. But trust me, what you’re doing now Ray, it’s not living. Yes, you are alive, but sitting around in your house all day, starring at a tv, you’re not experiencing anything except for “what’s next on Fuller House!” You need to wake up from your fantasy world Ray. You know, I miss her too. I miss her SO much. It’s the good times that hurt to think about. Like when our families used to go to the beach together. And you, Lila and I would have sandcastle competitions. Or feed the seagulls, even though we knew we weren’t supposed to, we didn’t care. When the lifeguards yelled, we would just nod and laugh it off. It’s okay to have memories Ray, but you can’t live inside of them. Sometimes you have to move on. And this is one of those times. Lila had her turn to live, and then she had her turn to melt. Everyone melts eventually. We will too. And when we do, we will see Lila again. But right now, it’s our time to live, and not our time to melt yet. But that’s what you’re doing Ray. Your melting. And you can’t melt because…because I need you. You can’t live a life, if you’re not willing to live it. You can’t just sit around all day and wait for things to get better. Nothing is ever going to chance unless you change it. And you need to try. I promise you…the moment you decide to get up out of your chair and take a walk or go to lunch with your friends that you haven’t seen in ages, then you will feel better. I’m not asking you to forget about Lila, because that’s not possible. All I’m asking is that you try to live a life without her. And accept that she’s gone, and that she’s not coming back. You just need to live in your current reality and in the moment. Because these moments are all that you have.
You may see a video of Amber performing her monologue here!
Second Place Winner!
Title: “The Present”
By: Sydney G., Ontario, Canada, Age 12
Description: A kid finds a huge present in their parent’s closet, but the size turns out to be deceiving.
Guess what I saw hidden in my parent’s closet? The biggest present ever, like elephant big! Well, maybe not that big but you get what I mean, this thing was giant. So anyways, I was going upstairs, and I was looking for my dad’s big sweater for my Christmas party and there I saw the box in the closet all neatly wrapped up. I got closer and on top was my name, yes mine “To Melissa” (or “Mark”) written in big black letters. This HAD to be an Xbox! I couldn’t wait for Christmas. I was ready. Ok, so then Christmas day came I woke up extra early and I was ready to get this big new Xbox with new controllers so that I could finally play Fortnite. It was my turn, I reached out and ripped the paper as fast as I could and inside was a box and when I opened that box guess what was inside? Another box and in that was another box and can you guess what’s next? Another box! By now, I knew this would be a great gift because who would go to all this trouble to wrap a gift that isn’t great? Then a few boxes later I knew I had to be down to the last box. I was surprised it was quite small maybe it is too small to be the Xbox. I thought it would be or could be money or an Xbox gift card, so I opened it and what was inside A PAIR OF SOCKS! Seriously! I could not believe it was it actually socks. I thought I was getting something better than things that just get smelly. And oh, another thing…they were way too small. And the color was yellow with brown polka dots. What? My mom and dad looked at me like I should love them. My dad said, “What were you expecting? Aren’t they great?” I didn’t even know how to respond. “Thanks,” I said sarcastically. And then I noticed that my brother was starting to laugh. And so were my parents. Can you imagine? How mean can they get? I started to run to my room, and my dad stopped me. “Just look inside the socks.” I didn’t really want to. But Christmas was ruined already. So, I went ahead and shoved my hand into one of the socks. It was a gift card for an Xbox. Yeah, I was happy that I got it but the didn’t have to practically make me cry beforehand. Parents, let this be a lesson to you. Christmas is Christmas and April Fool’s Day is an entirely different holiday. It’s really not funny to mix them up.
Third Place Winner!
Title: “Princess Power”
By: Julissa, El Paso, TX, Age 13
Description: A princess locked in a tower imagines a way out of her situation.
Ugh! It’s been eleven years. Eleven! And still, I am here. In the tallest tower protected by the most dangerous dragon, wearing yet another pink dress and with the same old hair, only longer. It’s like nothing has changed. Not really. I mean, when I first got here, I was really scared and lonely. So, I guess I’m not that scared anymore, but the loneliness. Geez. Sometimes, I think I’m going crazy. Half the time I talk to myself while the other half I talk to the dragon. She’s really nice actually. Yup. It’s a girl. And her name is Fuegina. It’s sort of Spanish for fire. Fuegina tells me that the only reason why she kills knights that want to rescue me is because she hears them say things like: “This is for the kingdom! I shall slay this dragon, rescue the maiden, and rule the kingdom! Gold for me, gold for ME!” Fuegina tells me that she doesn’t think those type of guys are for me. I know it’s crazy, but I think that the dragon is actually like a mom to me. More than my actual mom, that’s for sure! I mean, couldn’t she have stopped dad from sending me to this tower to wait for my “true love?” I thought true love couples met like in a Walmart parking lot or at a club or something. If only my dad didn’t make that stupid bet with the other king: “Let’s see who loves their princess more.” My dad’s theory was that, the more your daughter suffers, the more love she deserves. Thanks dad. I’m a daughter, not a casino chip! But to be honest, some days are not that bad. Sometimes, I just like looking out the window and…wait! Is that a knight coming to rescue me? (pause) Ugh. He didn’t even bother to shave. Here he comes. I can see the greediness in his face. (Praying.) Please Fuegina, don’t let him rescue me. Don’t let him! (pause)…And…he’s dead. I am so tired of this. Over and over, waiting for a Prince to rescue me. Maybe this is a life lesson. Don’t people say, “love yourself?” Well, I certainly love myself very much. Maybe I am my own “true love.” Yes! I get it now! Fuegina! We shall fly away! Forget about knights and kingdoms! Let’s fly to freedom together!
First Place Winner!
Title: “Homeless Goldilocks”
By: Anastasia G., Vancouver, BC, Age 13
Description: Goldilocks defends her reputation.
Yeah, I know. I know. You recognize me. “Aren’t you that blonde girl who trashed the Bear’s house?” Listen, I hear it all the time. That was a pretty low point for me, I gotta admit. But look, you really shouldn’t make fun of the homeless. And technically, I’m not homeless. Never have been. I think of myself as more of an adventurer. Sure, I could get a job and rent a dumpy little apartment, but what would be the fun in that? Since the bear’s house, I’ve stayed in some of the finest places in the world! One time, I went on a tour of the White House, and hid behind the curtains in the Oval office. I stayed up all night reading classified documents. They’re a lot more boring than they sound. Another time, I crashed at Buckingham palace while the Queen was out doing some Queenly stuff. I tried on all her crowns. She may or may not be missing one. My favorite place was Santa’s workshop. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks that those elves never take a vacation. But a snowman told me that’s not true. I got him to tell me the dates…cost me a carrot and I headed on up there. Seven days of playing with whatever I wanted and eating cookies and milk for every meal…now that’s a vacation! So, don’t be hating on homeless Goldilocks. I’m livin’ the good life. And remember, if you have something cool inside your house, remember to lock up when you leave!
Second Place Winner!
Title: “Big Girls Get Dates Too!”
By: Saturn Davis, Atlanta, Georgia, USA, Age 17
Description: A heavy weight girl gets asked to the homecoming dance by the finest boy in school.
Ma! Ma! I’ve got a date. I’ve got a date. And do you know the best part? All the skinny pretty girls at school like him! (Singing) But he is mine, he is mine. Oh, did I mention…he is fine, he is fine. Oh, you should have seen their faces when Frankie asked me to the homecoming dance. They were all standing by their lockers: Missy, Claire and Prissy. And all of a sudden, Frankie just walked up. He was still in his football uniform. Man! I love a guy in uniform. And he’s carrying his helmet too. Uh! He’s so strong! And right there in the hallway he says, “Saturn, I have something to ask you, but it’s kind of hard so, I wrote it on my helmet.” So, in the middle of the hall, he gives me his helmet. Missy, Claire and Prissy were about to die, then he goes (kneeling on one knee) “Saturn will you go to the homecoming dance with me?” It was so cute!
So, of course I said “yes,” and when he gave me his ring and his helmet hit me on the head. I have five stitches. It was so romantic ma! He’s coming to pick me up this weekend in his Camaro. I can’t wait! I just hope he doesn’t bring his helmet.
Third Place Winner!
Title: “The Squirrel Lady”
By: Jason R., Cambridge, MA, Age 11
Description: A squirrel makes friends with a little old lady.
Betcha never met a talking squirrel before. Well, news flash. We all talk. We just don’t talk to humans. But I’m breaking squirrel code because I have to tell you this story. It’s about a lady. A real old lady. She’s got white hair and she’s stooped over like her gnarled old walking stick. And you know what she does? She feeds us. Now, you might think that’s not a big deal. But in squirrel world, it’s the biggest deal. You see, most people go out of their way to make sure that we don’t have food. Oh, they LOVE to feed the birds. And they buy all these fancy contraptions that prevent us from sharing. Most of them don’t work, haha. And sometimes when we manage to get a little morsel, we get a BB in the butt. I’ve gotten a lot of BB’s in the butt in my day! But this old lady, she is different. She puts peanuts right on the ground for us. Every day, she does this. We go to her house and see her at her kitchen table, sipping tea and reading the newspaper. And when we come by, she goes over to this big bag and scoops out fresh, delicious peanuts. She even built a little house on her deck so that our food would not get rained on, and she gave each of us a name. The little old lady doesn’t get many visitors, so we go by as much as we can. One day soon, she’ll be gone, and we will miss her. So, I’m breaking squirrel code to tell you to remember the little guys. Squirrels need love too.
First Place Winner!
Title: “Lights Out”
By: Alexander S., Los Angeles, CA, Age 15
Description: A person discovers a love of reading during a power outage.
The scene opens with the actor pantomiming playing a video game. He/she talks on a headset.
There he is! Ha! Gotcha!… Hurry up! There’s another one! …Pick that up, we’ll need it later… (Suddenly surprised. The controller stops working and the screen is black.) What the heck? (Taps headset.) Hello? (Looks around.) …Oh man. The power is out. I gotta find my flashlight. (Fumbles around in near darkness.) Here it is. Great dead batteries. I think we have some candles. (Moves as if in the dark, opens a drawer. Finds a candle. Lights it.) There. That’s better. (Looks around the room.) Now what? Maybe I’ll just watch some TV. Oh yeah… Microwave some popcorn? …Nope. Oh my God, I might starve. …Keep your cool, Chris. Mom and dad will be home soon. Okay, okay. People used to live without power all the time. Jeez. How did they do that? I’m not going to starve, I’m going to die of boredom first. Let’s see…let’s see (looking around). Oh, there’s that book I’m supposed to read for English class. Homework. Great. (Sits down, opens book and begins reading.) It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. (The lights come back on!) Cool! The power’s back! (Starts to get up. Hesitates.) I might just read a little bit more. (Opens book and begins reading again.) He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawnof the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.
Second Place Winner!
Title: “Whippin’ Boy”
By: Carl S., Memphis, TN, Age 17
Description: A teenager plans an escape from an abusive father.
Never in my life have I deserved a whippin.’ But don’t tell that to my Pa. He can tell ya there’s lots a reasons. I talk too loud. I don’t talk at all. I took too long walkin’ the dog. I didn’t walk ‘im long enough. I left my backpack on the floor. I put it on my bed. Yeah, there’s all kinds of ‘scuses for whippin’ me. Happens mostly when he comes home late, stinkin’ of whiskey bottles and ashtrays. I hear his truck roll up, and the crunch of gravel under his feet. My stomach goes all turvy and I try to keep quiet and to myself. But he finds me. Red eyed and close-fisted, he finds me alright. Sometimes I wonder why he ever had a kid. Other times, I think he had a kid cause he likes whippin.’ Whatever the reason, I’m makin’ plans. I got my own plans. Got a two hunderd and five dollars so far. When I get to four hunderd, I’m headin’ north. I’m takin’ Trout. That’s my dog. I can’t leave without ‘im. There’s this thing called emancipation. I gotta be 16, and that’s in seven months. Even if he tracks me down, he got no rights. But he ain’t gonna track me down. Too much trouble. Good riddance, he’ll say. And I’m gonna be okay. I know it in my bones. I don’t carry no hate around like a bag a rocks. We’ll have a good life, me and Trout. And one day, I’ll have me a kid, and I will love him, and always treat him good. The young ones ain’t no real trouble. They made of love. Unless ya whip it outta ‘em. I still got love left. I got plenty of love left.
Third Place Winner!
By: Josie C., Albuquerque, NM, Age 14
Description: Cupid aims his arrow at the wrong person.
Oh, no you don’t! Don’t you be pointing that thing at me! I am done with love. Go find someone else you can trick into going all mushy and stupid only to have his heart torn out and smashed like a wine glass at a Jewish wedding. Ugh. Why did I even say wedding?! Love is like getting a puppy. At first, it’s like heaven opened up and sent you this thing, this incredible, furry, loveable thing. And two years later, it gets run over and your parents try to tell you that he ran away, but you heard them talking about how nice the man was to come tell you. He wasn’t nice. HE WASN’T NICE! He killed my dog! And now I wish that I never had a dog in the first place. Love is like that. Happiness, that ends up dead on the side of the road. So, kindly point your arrow in another direction. Find someone else to rip their heart to shreds.
First Place Winner!
By: Matilda T., West Gosford, NSW, Australia, Age 8
Description: The Goddess Persephone tells of her life with her beloved Hades in the underworld.
Chairete! That’s the Greek word for hello, for your information. I am a Greek goddess named Persephone. Oh, you think your life is tough, doing your homework, going to school, cleaning your room. Well, welcome to my world. I have to live in the Under World for six months of the year as, um… Queen of the Dead! My mother is the Goddess of Harvest, so she makes all the flowers grow and that sort of thing. I’m living in dirt, surrounded by dead people! At least I have the King of the Dead for company. When I come back above ground, I transform into the Goddess of Spring. Wanna hear my story? Once upon a time, when there was only Spring and Summer, my father, Zeus, King of the Living, thought I should have a husband. So, he sent his brother Hades to marry me. That’s right, I married my Uncle. A little bit gross. So… just to recap, I, Persephone the Goddess of Spring, married my Uncle Hades, the God of the Underworld. Then he took me to his Underworld, which meant everything stopped growing on the top of the ground. Yep, no more pleasant Spring weather for everyone to enjoy.
So, turns out my mum wasn’t so happy about all of this, and she went looking the whole world over for me. Meantime, Hades, my new husband, persuaded me to eat six pomegranate seeds. Just six little seeds. What a mistake that turned out to be! So then… wait, are you listening? Great… It’s just that I have not spoken to anyone in ages. Right now, I want all ears please… there was a prophesy – that means a prediction by the Gods – that if anybody ate anything from the Underworld, they would have to stay there. Now I never knew this, so here I am warning you after all this happened. So, my mum and I finally found one another again… and she asked me if I had eaten anything and I said, “Just six pomegranate seeds.” Then she said “No! Persephone you have been tricked! Darling, listen to me. You now have to stay there for six months of the year.” But the thing is, I love Hades. Sure, he might be a King of the Underworld and the pomegranate trick was a bit wicked, but we seem to be a perfect match! Anyway, back to the seasons. So now- when I go to see my wonderful Hades, my mother stops letting plants grow and becomes Winter, because she is so sad I am going. So that is my story, and also the story of how we have the seasons. Ya Sah! That means goodbye. It’s all Greek to me!
Second Place Winner!
Title: “Mind Reader”
By: Thalia O., Lakewood, CA, USA, Age 16
Gender: Male or Female
Description: A teen shows off an ability to read minds.
Okay I know this might sound crazy but just hear me out. You see the thing is… OK don’t freak out but, I can read your mind! Ahh I know crazy right. Like seriously I don’t know how this happened, it just did I guess. Oh my gosh… ughh I know what you’re thinking. Man, I knew this would happen, you think I’m going insane aren’t you? OK you do you know that I just told you I can read your mind so basically, I know what you’re thinking, as in I know you’re thinking I’m a total lunatic but I’m not, trust me. I can totally prove it to you, but then that means I’ll have to read what you’re thinking out loud and I wouldn’t want to expose you like that, but then again, you’re asking for it. Like seriously, don’t try me because I will do it. (Pause) All right don’t say I didn’t warn you. Basically, I know you have a crush on me. Ha! You didn’t expect that did you… Yeah, I didn’t either. It explains a lot actually. Like seriously, no wonder you’re always so clingy, no offense. Anyways I’m truly flattered but I mean, it ain’t going to happen.
Third Place Winner!
Title: “Silica Packet”
By: Kyra G., Age 12
Description: A kid ignores the warning message on a silica packet and eats it.
(Opens a box of shoes and starts singing.) I got some new shoes! I got some new shoes! (Notices a silica gel pack, reads…) Silica gel do not eat. DO NOT EAT!! Why, how dare this little baggie tell me what I can and can’t eat? I’ll eat whatever I want to eat! Like when I ate the dirt from the playground at school I didn’t do it because Mandy Packwood said not to eat it because I’ll get sick and yata yata yata. No. I ate that dirt because I wanted to. Or the time I tried my dog, Roscoe’s food. Sure, mom was horrified, but let me tell you, it was better than her tuna casserole. Now, back to this little packet issue. I’m going to have to call customer service. (Grabs cell phone and punches in random numbers, pauses) Hello Carol. I have a problem with one of your shoe boxes (pause). Well Carol, there was a part of the box that contained a packet that said, and I quote Carol, silica gel pack do not eat end quote, and well Carol I feel like that’s being a little bit controlling some might call that how you say (pause) communism. And I just feel as I – Hello? Hello? (Puts phone down. Picks back up packet.) You know what forget what they think I’m eating this thing if it’s the last thing I do! (opens up bag and pour contents into mouth then starts chewing it. Faces morphs into sour taste face, and then disgust, and then horror, and then spitting out every last bit of the stuff, gagging and choking and eventually recovering). Okay. Maybe sometimes there is a reason for the warning labels. But there isn’t a warning label on Roscoe’s dog food can, so next time we have tuna casserole…