WRiting Contest #3 - Story Script
Intermediate Category Winning SUbmissions
Jack the Brat
By Isaiah Popatia
First Place, Intermediate Category
Once upon a time, there was a little brat named Jack.
Jack was VERY rich. Not regular rich. He owned houses in L.A., New York, Paris, Dubai, and Tokyo, but had never visited most of them because, in his words, he refused to touch grass.
Jack’s daily routine was simple.
Wake up.
Eat Big Macs.
Yell at someone.
Repeat.
“GET ME A BIG MAC, JENIFER!”
(Pause.)
“JENIFFFFERRRR!”
Nothing.
For the first time in his life, Jack stood up. He waddled down one of his seventy two marble hallways, ready to fire Jenifer.
Out of nowhere, there appeared a mysterious Fortune Teller.
(Sound of Fortune Teller appearing)
(Whispering) “Ooooh Jack, I see danger in your future. I see too many burgers. I see gravity. I see…”
“SHUT UP! I’d rather eat vegetables than listen to you malarkey.”
(Giggling) “Careful what you wish for…”
(Sound of Fortune Teller disappearing)
Later that day, after firing Jenifer and Uber ordering ten emergency Big Macs, Jack found something strange in his pocket.
Green beans.
But they were glowing.
“Ew. Vegetables.”
He tossed the beans into the yard. Immediately, a massive golden escalator burst out of the ground.
“Finally. Something convenient.”
He rode the escalator up.
(Sound of soft elevator music)
Until he reached a glowing field of vegetables.
“Ew. Vegetables.”
Jack turned to go back down.
But the escalator was gone.
Suddenly, the cloud kingdom’s gravity pressed down on him.
He could not move.
He could not yell.
He could not even order a Big Mac.
And that is when he realized something terrifying.
There was no McDonald’s in the sky.
There was no Uber.
There was no Jenifer.
Just him and a glowing field of vegetables.
The fortune teller’s voice echoed in the distance.
“Sometimes the only way up is to come down.”
(Sound of Jack falling back to earth)
And for the first time in his life, Jack touched grass.
Leafella the Caterpillar
By Serena Zhu
Second Place, Intermediate Category
Once upon a time there was a little green caterpillar called Leafella and all she wanted was to become a beautiful butterfly.
Leafella looked into their reflection in the pond and asked:
“Mirrior mirror reflecting close by
When will I be a beautiful butterfly?”
The pond did not reply and leafella was left to sulk and cry.
Leafella came across a duck named Grumpy and asked “am I a butterfly yet?”
Grumpy replied “Not yet, you have to be patient!”
Leafella sadly walked away, soon they came across a cow called Sleepy.
Leafella asked “am I a butterfly yet?”
Sleepy replied “Not yet, you have to be patient!”
Leafella sadly walked away, she then came across a rabbit called Happy
Leafella asked “am I a butterfly yet?”
Happy replied “Not yet, you have to be patient!”
Leafella returned to the pond;
“Mirrior mirror reflecting close by
When will I be a beautiful butterfly”
The pond never replied but made a path leading to a tree, Leafella followed and crawled up the tree and found a massive green sparkling leaf to hang from.
Leafella tugged and pulled and tugged and pulled and finally tore the skin from her body, underneath was a hard shell.
As days went by Leafella slowly metamorphasised into a beautiful orange and pink butterfly.
The moral of this story is to be patient as your time will come.
Ceiling Art
By Warren Liu
Third Place, Intermediate Category
This one time at school, a literal disaster happened. Like not fire-drill disaster, but way worse. It was during recess when my friend Ashwin came up to us.
“Guys. The boys’ bathroom is cursed.”
We didn’t believe him, obviously, because he’s dramatic. But then we went to check. Everything was normal at first, it smelled like the usual bathroom smell, which is already bad. Then someone said,
“Look up.”
(Pause while looking up, with sound) “Ooooooohhhh…”
The ceiling had gum stuck to it. So much gum. Like someone had been throwing gum up there for years. Pink gum, white gum, gum that looked ancient. It was like the ceiling was textured now. Everyone just stood there staring like NPCs.
By lunch, everyone knew.
“I think this is a prank.”
“Nah, I think it’s a work of art.”
“Bro, this is actually insane.”
Then the principal got involved. She stormed into our classroom.
“I am extremely disappointed in whoever is responsible for this.”
That’s when you know you’re cooked. She made an announcement on the speaker thing.
“The boys’ bathroom is closed until further notice.”
The janitor brought a ladder to scrape the gum off the ceiling. A ladder. At school.
(Janitor climbed ladder and scrapes off gum)
“Pink gum (scraping sound), White gum (scraping sound), gum that looks ancient” (harder scraping sound).
In the end they never caught who did it.
Now, inspired by the gum, a new work of ceiling art is taking shape: wet globs of toilet paper.
THE PRINCE AND THE PEAS
By Lucas Sun
Honourable Mention, Intermediate Category
Prince James wants to marry a real princess. But he is lazy, ignorant, and daft. He lies around eating junk food, playing video games, and watching TV. Just waiting for a princess to come.
One day, there was a knock on his bedroom door.
(Three knocks)
He opens the door, (Opens the door) and there stood… his mom.
“Young man, clean up your room this instant!”
“Mom, leave me alone!”
And he shut the door. (Slam sound)
The next day…
(Three knocks, and he opens the door)
And this time, it was… his mom.
“Young man, stop eating junk foo-”
(Slam sound) And back to the sofa.
The next day…
(Three knocks, and he opens the door)
“Mom, leave me alo-...”
(Angelic sound) Before him stood a young woman.
“Hello, I am a real princess. I enjoy exercise, the great outdoors, and I abhor junk food”.
“Would you like some chips?”
“No, thank you.”
“Would you like some gummy bears?”
“No, thank you.”
“Would you like some chocolate muffins with Oreos and whipped cream with Jolly Ranchers on top?”
“No, thank you. Would you like some peas?”
“Peas? What are peas?”
The princess had enough of this.
That night, the princess piled 1,000,000 peas on top of James’ bedroom.
When he was sleeping…… (Sound of ceiling caving in)
A million peas were raining from the sky, and since James snores, 5000 peas went into his mouth, nose, and ears.
“YUCK!!! EW! HELPPP!”
When James finally got out of the room, he was covered in squashed peas.
The princess stood outside.
“Those are peas.”
And off she went.
The next day…
(Three Knocks and opens the door))
“Hi, Mom.”
“Well, where's the princess?”
“She attacked me with vegetables.”
“That's what you get for being lazy.”
Untitled
By Danica Lo
Honourable Mention, Intermediate Category
This is a story about a duck named Donald, who loved his pond. He would swim around in his pond for hours happily with his friends.
Unfortunately, a park ranger named Jerry came along. At exactly 12:00pm, Jerry would sit down by the pond and eat his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and throw his wrapping into the pond!!!
Well, this made Donald mad, this made Donald angry, this made Donald furious!! So, he made a sign… “Do not litter!” But the park ranger JERRY ignored him.
So the next day, at exactly 12:00pm Jerry sat down by the pond to eat his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and threw his wrapping into the pond. Again.
Well, this made Donald mad, this made Donald angry, this made Donald furious!! So, he made a BIGGER sign… “DO NOT LITTER!!!” But the park ranger JERRY ignored him. Again.
Donald came up with a new plan, he gathered all his friends from the pond and hosted a meeting…. operation Tango Foxtrot Lima. The plan was set, the supplies were collected, the troops were ready.
At exactly 12noon Jerry sat down by the pond to eat his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and just as he was about to throw the wrapping into the pond he was interrupted by team Tango.
Team Tango deployed 50 buckets filled with steaming hot tar, which covered Jerry head to toe.
Next was Team Foxtrot, they deployed 100 buckets of old stinky dirty pond feathers, suffocating Jerry. Now he looked as if he was a deformed caveman duck.
Lastly Team Lima deployed all the litter Jerry had thrown into their pond to make him feel the pain he has caused in their perfect little pond.
Jerry ran away into the forest and was never seen again.
And absolutely no one even stepped a foot near their pond ever again, they lived happily ever litter free.
The End