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National Share a Story Month – Writing Competition!

Posted on May 5, 2021, tagged as Magic, Story Starter, Writing, competitions

National Share a Story Month celebrates storytelling and story sharing, and is a fantastic opportunity for you to enter this writing competition run by the FCBG (Federation of Children’s Book Groups) in the UK.

I’m thrilled to have written one of the three writing prompts for 2021’s Story Starter competition, the theme of which is Myths, Magic and Mayhem. All the information and rules can be found on the FCBG’s website here. This is my prompt:

The first thing you need to know about magic is that it’s always found when you least expect it. The second thing is – no, wait. It’s best that I don’t tell you that straight away. I should probably start at the beginning, which was when I made the strange discovery in the new shop that opened at the end of my street . . .

If you use my prompt for your entry I’d love to see it, and welcome you to post it below in the comments. Posting here is just for fun so there are no prizes, but I promise to read every one that appears! The official FCBG competition rules are that entrants must be aged 7-12 and live in the UK, however readers aged 13-16 from anywhere in the world can post their story in the comments here. Word limit is 750 (including my beginning lines!) and your story must be complete. Remember that if you’re entering the FCBG competition you must do so at the address on their website and the closing date is 15.06.21.

Finally, if you are a winner or runner up in the FCBG competition using my prompt, please contact me with proof and I will gladly send you a signed, dedicated book.  Good luck!


4 comments on “National Share a Story Month – Writing Competition!”

  • Eleanor Brook says:

    The Day I Became A Wizard


    (Word Count: 748 excluding title)


    The first thing you need to know about magic is that it’s always found when you least expect it. The second thing is – no wait. It’s best that I don’t tell you that straight away. I should probably start at the beginning, which was when I made the strange discovery in the new shop that opened at the end of my street…


    It was early on Friday morning, and I was getting ready for school, when I heard an unusual noise outside my frosted window. It sounded like a  tinkling chime. I raced to get dressed and find out what it was. I stuffed cornflakes into my mouth and ran down the street, if I didn’t run I wouldn’t make it to school on time. At the bottom of the cobbled road, there was the derelict toy shop. Though it looked as shabby as ever, it was being used by an aged man with kind eyes and a crooked nose. His half moon glasses were bronze and so antique that they creaked every time they opened. He had a tangled bird’s nest of a beard and pointed ears, almost like an elf – but not. I asked him what his name was in my usual, polite manner and he said I could call him Mr. Aubrey. I could tell even then that something was enchanting about him. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. How should I have known how the day would end? How should anyone?

    At school I spoke to my best friend, Lydia, before running into my class, I was late. Miss Evans told me off, but my perfect reputation wasn’t on my mind then. Just the mysterious old man and the abandoned shop. There were plenty of new refurbished shops in the small town of Wellspring, so I wondered why Mr. Aubrey chose that one. He seemed kind and warm, yet mysterious and unique so I was quite undecided about him.

    I wasn’t focused on my work all day and had to ask Lydia for the answers to the maths quiz and didn’t do well in literacy. At break, I sat on my own and thought some more. I had come to a conclusion. Mr. Aubrey was a wizard, he was old, wise and mysterious. It felt as if a jigsaw had been solved in my feeble brain. As if all my doubts and thoughts about the world had clicked into place. All I could think about all day was asking him.

    So as the day drew to a close, I sprinted to the building and confronted him. What was left of his eyebrows raised. He chortled, before  telling me that I have the most creative imagination he had ever heard of and that he was not a wizard, but a shopkeeper and that soon his shop would be stuffed with sweets  of all kinds. My mouth watered as I enviously imagined the rich children queueing to get their delicious candy, while I was stuck inside, penniless, yet humble and kind. Rich people are snobs, I thought, whilst I comprehended how half-witted I had been – of course wizards didn’t exist.

    On my way home, I greeted my neighbour, Alan. He asked me how I was. He was taking his bins out as usual. He always took his bins out before going to work at the hospital.

    I stayed behind and watched him, but I saw the strangest thing, he snapped his fingers, but then he was gone. Where did he go? How can a person just vanish? Thoughts raced through my already over-crowded brain.


    I ran to the hospital at full pace. I ran through A&E and through the surgery room, before reaching the children’s ward where he worked. And you’ll never guess, he was there, smiling up at me. For the second time that day I confronted a suspected wizard, but the reply I got was not what I had expected. He told me he was a wizard and if I didn’t tell anyone, he would teach me to be one too.


    So, as I said before, the first thing you should know about magic is that it’s found when you least expect it. But the second thing you should know about magic, is that it’s like a cure for a disease, before you know, everyone has it. And a few days later, I stuffed my face with the delicious candies from Mr. Aubrey’s shop – he gave me a discount!

    • mm Michelle says:

      Hi Eleanor, thank you so much for sending this – I really enjoyed reading it. You’ve clearly put a lot of work into it and have a great imagination (and vocabulary). I was kept guessing right up to the end. I definitely agree – magic is infectious! Well done, and keep writing.

  • Richard Brook says:


    It seems the comments section doesn’t hold paragraphs judging by what we can see while the story awaits moderation!

    • mm Michelle says:

      The paragraphs appeared for me, I didn’t have to do anything 🙂 Apologies for the late reply and comment approval, I’ve been away for a few days without my laptop!

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