Earlier this year we invited Year 5 children to write a story and enter our exciting competition, which was judged by broadcaster Mary Nightingale. The theme was kindness.
The winner of the CWMT Kindness story competition 2019 is…….
The winning story chosen by broadcaster and CWMT Patron Mary Nightingale is ‘Evie’s Special Gift’ by 10-year-old Daisy Morton.
Daisy Morton from Hargrave in Suffolk has won the first ever CWMT story competition! We asked Year 5 children to write stories that show how we can be kind to each other.
Our judge, Mary Nightingale, said:
“My winner is ‘Evie’s Special Gift’ by Daisy Morton. I love the positive message of the story, and the way it builds a vivid sense of Evie and her family. The use of vocabulary is imaginative and effective.
The first line is perfect - immediately drawing readers into the story, and making us curious about what will come next. And the final line makes a lovely conclusion.”
We received over 200 entries from children across the UK, and our team took great pleasure in reading the imaginative and thoughtful stories.
Mary added: “It was a difficult choice - all the stories were beautifully written and, well considered. I’d like to give a special mention to Sophia Wong for ‘Mrs Johnson’, which was a terrific idea, and well executed. And Harrison’s story ‘A kind act at Christmas’ brought a tear to my eye... a thoughtful, touching piece of writing.”
CWMT Chairman, Sir Mark Waller, said:
“We are thrilled with the response to our first children’s story competition. Making connections and giving to others are important ways in which we can all look after our mental health and it was delightful to read so many creative tales with kindness at their heart.”
Daisy's winning story:
Evie’s special gift
This story all began within an ordinary place with ordinary people but with one person who did not feel ordinary and that was Evie.
Evie does not look the same as all the other girls. She is unique, different and I think beautiful in many ways. She feels out of place and she thinks she doesn’t belong in this world. The thing is, Evie thinks she is different because she has a facial deformity. However, I think she is just an ordinary girl.
Evie lives with her mum ‘Katy’ (she works in a hairdresser salon.), her Dad ‘Adam (works as a postman), and her baby brother ‘Fin’ (he goes to nursery and is aged 2).
Evie is aged 10, and in school Year 5, soon to be Year 6. Her new teacher is called Mrs Butter, she is very nice, has a friendly welcoming kind looking face and has been teaching for many, many years.
Evie thinks that nobody likes her and that nobody understands her but really this is all a big, fat lie. Evie thinks she acts differently to other people, but the truth is she has a special gift called autism. Some people don’t understand Autism and because they don’t understand they fear it. Evie does not always understand things in the same way as the others and this sometimes looks like Evie is being awkward and unfriendly. But really, she is finding the world a difficult place to understand and be in. Making friends is difficult and even more with having Autism and feeling ‘grotesque’ to the others in her class. Some children can be so mean and horrible, which Evie cannot understand. She desperately wants someone to be her best friend or even just someone to be kind and notice her.
One day after school Evie went into a dark, damp, daunting, daring forest. Walking along the long windy road she suddenly stopped, stared and saw a house made of sweets and chocolate. Evie said to herself “oohh I am so hungry, I’m sure they would not mind if I had 1 piece of a sweet from the door”. Evie looked around and saw no one was looking so she took a piece. It was tasted really tangfastic and explosive in her mouth. She then she went to knock on the door but before she even knocked an old fragile looking lady came at the door.
The lady asked Evie is she would you like to come in, Evie cautiously replied ‘’yes and slowly tiptoed through the bizarre, unimaginable, crazy and wacky front door. Evie asked nicely “what is your name” the old crooked lady replied, “my name is Agatha.”.
Evie looked around the house in amazement. “Your house is fascinating, how is this possible”? Agatha smiled and told Evie about the story of Hansel and Gretel and how she loved this story when she was child, and how she had always wanted a house just like it. It was her dream to build something like it. Evie sat looking around the house, taking every small detail in. She wished she could live somewhere like this where no one could see her or be unkind to her.
Whilst Agatha and Evie were talking, Agatha noticed that Evie looked sad. Agatha stopped and looked at Evie and asked her quietly why she looked sad and unhappy. Evie turned away and told Agatha about her things that some of the children had been saying about her and how she just wanted to be friends with everyone. Evie spoke quietly and looked down so Agatha could not see her face. She didn’t want her to hate her too.
Agatha stopped and thought for a moment. She wondered how she could help Evie and make her see how beautiful she was, both inside and out.
Over the next few days and weeks, Evie went to see Agatha after school. They spent lots of time together, learning about people but mainly learning about how to like yourself. Agatha made Evie looked past her facial deformity and her Autism and see Evie for Evie, the most beautiful, kind-hearted girl in the world.
One evening Agatha turned to Evie and hugged her, she knew it was time. She told her how proud she was of her and how far she had come. Evie hugged her so tightly back and looked her straight in the eye and told her how thankful she was for her kindness. Agatha smiled and stood up straight, she tied her hair back and put on her glasses. Evie took a second look and thought ‘No, it can’t be…… it’s not possible…… she would have known’. Agatha smiled and said, “Yes Evie, I’m Mrs Butter”.
Evie knew she had seen her before but couldn’t quite place her. She promised Agatha that she wouldn’t tell anyone. The next day Evie went into school with her head held high and the biggest smile on her face. People in her class started to notice her and start asking to sit next to her at lunchtime. They hadn’t noticed Evie before, but they wanted to get to know the girl with the biggest, brightest smile in the world. Evie would always remember that if she ever needed anyone to talk too then she had Agatha aka Mrs Butter her guardian angel.
This is the end of the story, but I have got one more thing to say and that is;
Evie has a special gift which isn’t just her autism, its her kindness which makes for a unique and special gift.
THE END !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every day after school I go to Jenny's Art Supplies. Jenny's Art Supplies is an old, dusty art shop across the road from my house. It sells second hand brushes, palettes, sponges, varied paints, blunt pencils and unused canvasses. It may not sound glamorous or new but it's my favourite shop! I adore painting and one day after school, I felt like I wanted to paint something amazing. Something dazzling. Something memorable.
Without hesitation, I sped across the road to Jenny's Art Supplies. There was a tall, scruffy lady with half-brushed hair, denim dungarees and circular glasses standing outside.
I glanced at her badge. The silver letters glimmered in the vivid sunlight.
They said 'Mrs Johnson'. She looked like one of those librarians who would
shush anyone who spoke. But to my surprise she exclaimed, "Do come in!"
I entered. My eyes widened. There were thousands of brushes stashed into pots, canvasses piled into the corners and paints collected together with samples on small bits of paper. I could smell the chemicals of the paint.
Immediately, I felt at home.
"May I ask what you are looking for?"
I told her I was looking for some beautiful, bright paints. Mrs Johnson led me to the paints section. When I browsed the samples I gasped. They had dazzling, phosphorescent colours streaked across the strips of paper. I brought a neon pink, a vivid blue and a lush green to the counter.
"No worries. You can keep it."
"You, erm, mean I don't have to pay?" I stammered. She nodded.
"But-" I started-
She explained I was the only customer who came to the shop and they were closing down, so there was no point trying to earn money. We chatted for a while about arts and crafts until she warned me that the shop would be closing soon so I should hurry off. I felt so sorry for Mrs Johnson when I got back. I had no idea Jenny's Art Supplies was closing down! I had to help. It was the least I could do since Mrs Johnson was kind enough to let me have the paints for free. Without warning, an idea struck me. I pulled out one of my canvasses from my painted art chest. Next, I opened my new paints. I grabbed one of the cleanest paintbrushes and painted. I painted what I saw. I used every single paint I owned and once it dried, I added pencils and pens to make it perfect. I squinted at the streaks of paint and the different shades of colour. It was finished.
The next day, the sun was blazing hot. When I arrived at Jenny's Art Supplies, I showed Mrs Johnson my painting. It was a painting of the art shop with a tall, scruffy lady with half brushed hair, denim dungarees and circular glasses standing outside. Mrs Johnson's eyes widened as a smile streaked across her face.
"What if we change the art shop to a brand new art gallery? It could be ten pounds per ticket to come and see my paintings!" I blurted out.
"That's a good idea but what are we going to do with the art supplies?"
"I can use them for my paintings!" "Oh alright," she sighed.
Two long weeks later, some men came and started to change the art shop into a gallery. They painted the walls a pastel blue shade and replaced the floorboards. The next time I walked into the shop it looked amazing. There was only a slight whiff of paint chemicals, there was a large counter in the corner along with benches at the sides.
All that was left was the art.
It took me a week to finish all of my paintings. Some were of empty fields, some busy beaches and some of forests and jungles filled with wildlife and nature. Excitedly, Mrs Johnson and I pinned up all of the paintings. She offered me fifty percent of the money we earn.
"It's okay. You let me have the art supplies for free so I'll paint for free."
Lots of people started to visit Jenny's Art Gallery. Mrs Johnson was overjoyed and thanked me every time I walked in.
Mrs Johnson then advertised for employees. Around a year later the gallery became extremely successful and even won lots of awards. Some paintings were more popular than others, but the one that everyone loved the most was the painting of the old art shop with the tall, scruffy woman with half brushed hair, denim dungarees and circular glasses standing outside...
A Kind Act at Christmas
My name is Jack I am nine years old and I live at home with my mum and dad in a little village in Norfolk. Next door lives my best friend Jamie. We’re like brothers and have always been close.
Jamie’s dad was a soldier and died protecting his country when Jamie was very young.
Jamie’s always been the best friend I could wish for. He’s kind, caring and is always there when I’ve needed him.
In the run up to Christmas Jamie came around to my house and I was writing my Christmas list of all the things I would like for Christmas. I asked Jamie if he would like to do his at the same time when I noticed he looked uncomfortable. At this point he told the he wouldn’t be getting anything for Christmas as his mum didn’t have much money.
As soon as Jamie left I went and grabbed my money box and asked my mum if she could take me to town to buy presents for Jamie and his sister and I picked out a dolly for Jamie’s sister and a remote control car for Jamie.
On the evening of Christmas Eve, I went around to Jamie’s and left the presents I had wrapped on the doorstep for them to find in the morning. I went over to see Jamie on Christmas Day and he was so happy. Both him and his sister were on the front room floor playing with them. It made me happy to see that I had done something good for my friend. My Mum invited our neighbours over for dinner and we all got to play with our new toys. we had turkey, vegetables, potatoes and my favourite sponge pudding with custard – yum.
From the entries submitted, a panel of judges will draw up a shortlist of outstanding stories, from which the winning story will be selected. The judges’ decision is final and to the best of CWMT’s knowledge will be fair and independent.
The writer of the winning entry will have their story published on the CWMT website, receive a printed copy and their story will be illustrated by CWMT’s Annabelle Martin who has illustrated this page. There is no alternative to the prize stated and the prize is not transferable, and no part or parts of the prize may be substituted for other benefits, items or additions.