¡Enhorabuena a nuestros pequeños grandes escritores!

 Hoy queremos compartir una noticia que nos llena de alegría y orgullo: dos alumnos de quinto de primaria de nuestro colegio, Daniela Carreño (5ºD) y Adriel Simbaña (5ºB), han resultado ganadores en el concurso nacional Little Writers de Milton Education.

Este concurso, en el que participan colegios de toda España, es una oportunidad única para que los niños y niñas den rienda suelta a su imaginación, desarrollen su creatividad y compartan sus historias con lectores de todo el país. Ser seleccionados entre tantos participantes es, sin duda, un reconocimiento al esfuerzo y talento de Daniela y Adriel, que han demostrado que las ideas originales y la pasión por escribir no tienen edad.

Queremos felicitarles de corazón por el trabajo que han realizado, por la ilusión que han puesto en sus relatos y por atreverse a compartir su visión del mundo con los demás. No solo han conquistado al jurado, sino que también van a tener la oportunidad de ver sus historias publicadas en la plataforma oficial del concurso, donde niños y niñas de toda España podrán leerlas y disfrutar de ellas.

Desde aquí animamos a todos nuestros alumnos y alumnas a seguir el ejemplo de Daniela y Adriel. ¡El año que viene queremos ver aún más participantes y, por supuesto, más historias increíbles salidas de vuestras mentes!

A continuación, os dejamos las historias ganadoras para que podáis leerlas en familia y disfrutar de la creatividad de nuestros pequeños escritores:

DAVID AND THE THREE STONES

Once upon a time, in Madrid, there was an 11-year-old boy named David. He was a normal kid, but one day, he found a strange stone in the library of his school. The stone had something written on it that said “water,” and he decided to take it.

When he arrived home, his mother saw a blue light coming from his bag and asked, “What do you have in your bag? Let me see.” David’s mother looked inside, but the stone had disappeared. “It’s all okay; there’s nothing strange. Go to your bedroom and do your homework.”

When David got to his bedroom, he found the blue stone on his bed. “This is very strange,” he thought. “It was in my bag, but now it's on my bed. How is that possible?” Suddenly, the stone began to shine even brighter. David picked it up, and the next thing he knew, he fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself inside a water bubble. His hair was no longer black, but blue. David dropped the stone, and the bubble vanished, but he was left with just a lock of blue hair. He was scared and fell back onto his bed. His mother came in and asked, “Are you okay?” David replied, “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Did you finish your homework?” his mother asked.

“Yes, I did,” David lied.

“Go to sleep, you have school tomorrow,” said his mother. “Okay, Mum.”

The next day, David saw a news report on TV.

“A huge sandstorm is heading towards Madrid. Please be careful, as it is very dangerous,” the journalist said.

David rushed to the school library to find more information about the stone. In a book titled Ancient Legends, he discovered that there were two other stones—one of fire and one of plant. Together with the water stone, they could destroy a sand monster that created massive sandstorms. He thought to himself, “I need to find the other two stones, or the people who have them, to stop the sandstorm and destroy the monster.”

Just then, a boy with a lock of red hair walked past him. David approached him and asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Andrés,” the boy replied. “Do you have a red stone?” David asked. “How do you know?” Andrés responded.

David replied, “Because you have a red lock of hair, just like me, but mine is blue. We need to find the plant stone to destroy the sand monster and save Madrid.”

THE BRIDGE TO THE NEOLITHIC

Once upon a time, in the Paleolithic, there was a girl called Niti. Niti lived in a beautiful cave near the river with her brother and her parents. In Niti’s cave, there was a forbidden room. Niti always tried to go into the room, but her mom always found her.

One day, when her mother was hunting, she entered the room. It was a normal room, but on the wall there were pictures in different colors that showed that on the other side of the river, there was another tribe.

Excited, Niti picked up her things and set off, determined to find the other tribe.

Niti had only one problem: the river was huge. She needed something to cross it, but there was nothing around. Suddenly, a mammoth appeared and said:

"I could help you cross the river."

Niti, surprised, asked:

"How?"

"I’ll help you collect things to cross."

"Okay," said Niti. "Let’s start."

Then the mammoth and Niti started looking for something to cross the river. They found rocks and wood, but nothing they tried worked. Suddenly, she saw a tree that had fallen because of the rain.

"I can use that!" said Niti.

The mammoth helped her place the tree across the river, and finally, Niti crossed it.

"Thanks, mammoth," said Niti.

When she finally crossed the river, she found something strange. It looked like a wooden construction with a roof made of straw. Niti was surprised.

"What’s that?" she thought.

But it wasn’t the only one—there were many! They looked like an army.

Suddenly, a girl appeared from inside the construction. She was the same age as Niti, and Niti thought the only thing to do was ask:

"Sorry, can you explain to me what that is?"

The girl laughed and said:

"It’s a hut."

"And what is it used for?" asked Niti.

The girl laughed again.

"The huts are used for living!" she said.

"Wait... so whenever you need another place to live, you just build a new hut?" asked Niti.

The girl looked at Niti, puzzled.

"Are you still living like that? Moving from place to place?" she asked.

"Yes," said Niti. "We leave when there aren't enough animals to hunt."

"You eat all the animals you see?" said the girl. "We let animals reproduce. If the animals reproduce, there’s more food and we can always live in the same place."

From that moment on, Niti and the girl—whose name was Tala—became best friends and decided to build a bridge to unite the two tribes.

And that bridge was called:

THE BRIDGE TO THE NEOLITHIC

¡Felicidades de nuevo, Daniela y Adriel! Y a todos los demás, recordad: nunca dejéis de imaginar, de soñar y de escribir.

El equipo docente