WATERLOO Primary Academy could well have the next Booker Prize winner on its hands.
The school was inundated with exciting and entertaining entries to a writing competition.
Waterloo Writer of the Year Awards were launched by teachers, hoping to encourage a love of literacy in youngsters.
They asked children to enter any form of writing, from poems to news reports.
The entries were then displayed around the school, on Waterloo Road, Blackpool, before half term to allow children to read their peers’ work and for parents to share in their learning.
And after much deliberation teachers chose one winner from each year group.
Stephen Twist, Year Six teacher and the brains behind the awards, said: “Our school, like most, finds writing the most challenging area to improve standards in.
“We wanted to motivate them.”
Entries ranged from Greek myths, news reports, poems and first person accounts, with submissions from every year group.
Mr Twist added: “We encouraged them to read a book then take inspiration from that, that’s how they can learn.
“We were inspired by some Waterloo pupils’ writing and thought if they’re doing this we want others to do it too.”
Emily Caton, 11, said: “The Writer of the Year awards inspired the whole school to write.”
Classmate Nathaniel Grimshaw, 11, said: “The Writing Awards was an amazing idea.
“Everybody wanted to win with their inspiring piece of work.”
Children were motivated by the prospect of winning passes to Blackpool Tower, courtesy of The Blackpool Tower High education programme.
Jamie Truelove, education officer for the programme, to be launched next month, said: “The Blackpool Tower High Education Programme offers curriculum-based out-of-school learning for all ages and abilities at Blackpool Tower including a classroom, lesson plans and on-site lessons.”
Teachers now hope to run the awards annually.
An extract from a winning entry by Allana Lea, 11:
Sweat drizzled down my shimmering spine, whilst the crowd carried me like an eagle. I was taking my first step to death!
Loudly, the gates creaked open whilst the sun glazed down at them.
Shining waterfalls dripped - not making an instant sound. The warmth of the thick air slid down my trembling body.
I dramatically fell to the cold floor, at the same time as trying to gasp my last, desperate breath!
People jostling; people shouting; people stomping.
That was it. I couldn’t take it. I had to. I did. I stood up and, with a terrific leap, flew, with my angel wings; they lifted me high above this rabble, to the serenity and freedom of the open sky.