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Make Your Myth winning entries

We are delighted to announce the winners of the 2018 Make Your Myth competition. We received over 150 fantastic entries - a huge thank you to all who participated!

ART WINNERS - PRIMARY SCHOOL

Evie, aged 10

Evie mym


Ehsan, aged 11

ehsan mym


Izzy, aged 11

isabella mym


ART WINNERS - SECONDARY SCHOOL

Sophie, aged 12

Sophie MYM


Sofia, aged 11 

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Stephanie, aged 13

stephanie mym


Special mentions for Art

mehrissa (full pic) mym
Mehrissa, 11

rhea mym
Rhea, 11

megan mym
Megan, 12

olive mym
Olive, 13

eleanor mym
Eleanor, 11

elizabeth mym
Elizabeth, 12


CREATIVE WRITING WINNERS - PRIMARY SCHOOL

'So Pretty Almost a Sin' by Amrita, aged 10

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'Artemis' by Grace, aged 10 

A girl with long auburn hair and sun-kissed skin, her eyes were the colour of

autumn leaves, shimmering in the fading light. Artemis was her name and she

was a young girl from a small village. A quiver of oak shaft and goose feather

arrows adorned her back, along with a bow made of the darkest ebony. She

wore a silver robe that appeared to be too big and a tiara made of leaves and

twigs.

Everyday Artemis stepped out of her village and into the woods. There she

lost herself in the dancing leaves and scuttering animals. She would hunt and

play and forage. She loved it.

Suddenly, something changed in the air, the singing turned into howling,

the gust turned to a blast. Alarmed, Artemis backed up... she tripped.

An old, hunched over man, who had an incredibly long beard and silvery

hair stood before her. His eyes were dark, evil. Artemis was scared. He spoke􂀝

Do not fear child. | need a favour from you. You and your bow appear to be one

when you hunt. You slide through the shadows unnoticed by the animals you

kill. I need your skillmanship to kill the Selomont. It's a hybrid and the gods are

terrorised by it. If you kill it you will be rewarded.” He disappeared in a flash of

lightning.

Terrified, she stumbled inside. Her skillmanship? She was merely a girl.

However, this man was clearly a god and it does not do well to disobey a god.

Confused by her ordeal she dropped into a deep sleep as she mulled over her

decision.

Artemis woke up. Her eyes blinked open and she was immediately blinded

by the bright light shining in through the window. As quick as a flash, she

sprinted out of the house and into the wood, through the wood and onto the

mountain, up the mountain and she stopped by the sea. Her bow steady,

Artemis set her sights. A statue of a hydra stood across the ocean many miles

but she could see it clearly. The entrance to Olympus.

She had managed to run miles in just minutes, see to places far in the

distance, these were goddess qualities and Artemis knew it, but she could not

stop to wonder.

Attaching a rope to an arrow, she slotted the shaft in place. Slowly, precisely

she took aim and shot. The arrow shot gold and she was carried to the

entrance.

Easily and happily she shot the hybrid, a mix of cobra, bear and wolf, down

without a second thought. Out of the corpse popped a golden deer and it

bounded up to her happily. Zeus appeared before her and spoke once again. “You have done well child. This dear shall now be sacred to the goddess of the

hunt. You.” Artemis was amazed but with a flick a Zeus's hand she felt power

surge into her. Her bow transformed into one made of the sharpest moonlight.

Artemis stood tall. Proud. Immortal. Happy.


'Diana' by Sascha, aged 9

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CREATIVE WRITING WINNERS - SECONDARY SCHOOL

'The Legend of Diana' by Caitlin, aged 13

It begins with dust, suffocating every surface. And then there are statues, magnificent stone statues that look as if they were carved from soft grey silk, their excellent condition due to their waxed, polished, and bleached features; the soft, warm touch of flushed skin traded for the deathly cold feel of aged marble. Who knows if this resembles their living state, if the stories told to the children of today could be in any way similar to those told to the children, who embraced the same lifestyle of the heroes and lived closer to their prime age. Diana is a goddess, she is worshipped, she is respected, a graceful spirit that is looked to for guidance. Correction: she was. Her history is on a placard, undervalued, compacted into a brief, dull paragraph, it is overlooked by most wanderers of the museum; they believe there is no time for dwelling on the stories of those that cannot be confirmed, perhaps dead, perhaps never living, perhaps a character moulded by one who has met someone remarkable. Now, with shallow and sunken gaps where the wonderful iris of her pupil used to sit, not even her magnificent, all knowing eyes may breathe her story onto next generations. She was queen of everything she knew best; creatures, hunting, the spirit of the wilderness and now she was demoted to this, to be an eternal representation of the wonderful hero she used to be. It was one night in that immense building that the second act of her myth begins. She wondered, how out of all of the gods and goddesses she had known- those of such magnificent power who could control and understand things no other could begin to comprehend- that she was one remembered and recreated, perhaps not the best, but one that had left an indentation on the minds of a few, who had gone on to convey the spirit and story of her onto others through the years. It was flattering and almost empowering to herself that she had left a bigger legacy than that of her fellows- and yet, it did not seem fair that theirs would not be heard of. It reminded her of the animal kingdom, the food chain is unavoidably brutal however it is peaceful and in harmony, her and the other gods may be of different natures but all of them serve their part. And so that night, Diana decided to create something that no one else apart from her had the knowledge to produce. With the very marble she had been skilfully carved from, she used part of herself and put it towards creating statues, representations, of all of the other gods and goddesses that deserved a place beside her. And that is why, the most famous are not necessarily the most important but, those that leave a positive impact on the life of others, as they are usually the reason for the creation of those famously known.


'The Deer' by Lucy, aged 13

Goosebumps travelled up Arietes arms which were barely poking out underneath her cinnamon coloured cloak. Her body was raked with fear and her hands trembling. Stealthily she poked her head around the marble wall. She had lost him. She immediately felt the tension leave her body and let out a shuddering breath. Unfortunately her relief was ended quickly as she heard the horrible sound of running feet coming towards her. Without a second thought she fled into the darkness towards the forest.

The trees shivered around her as she ran with all her might deep into the forest. Behind her she heard the distant echoes of the King desperately trying to win her over. Encouraging her to be with him. With all her other options lost she finally resorted to someone she knew would help. Diana. She screamed into the night aware of the fact that her time was running out. She couldn’t out run him forever. 

Suddenly she felt the hair on her arms grow long. Her auburn hair started circling her body like a mini hurricane. She felt her body shrinking as she tumbled towards the ground. However, much to her surprise, she gracefully landed on the forest floor. Without any time to comprehend what had just happened she ran. She ran much faster than she ever had before. She ran under hanging branches and over tree stumps. She ran towards a soft light that seemed to be calling her name. Curiosity overtook her as she sped towards it.

As she reached the light the most beautiful thing filled her vision. There in front of her stood Diana. She had gorgeous onyx hair and eyes that were the most alluring colour. She moved with so much elegance and beauty it would make anyone else feel clumsy. She wore a chiton that extended to just below her knee and shimmered under the moon light. She was so pure, perfect and modest. Diana slowly kneeled down towards her face and said with a voice as soft as silk “Come here Deer” as she pointed to her side. Cautiously she followed Diana’s command. 

While standing beside Diana she heard a rustling behind her. From out of the shadows stepped forward the man she had been running from for what felt like days. King Antonious of Placentia. Diana wasted no time in grabbing her pearl white bow and arrow. “Foolish man” she cried “Now you must pay for your crimes”. Her arrow cut through the cold air and landed directly in his heart. He started transforming into an antelope. “Now you will be forever hunted but completely defenceless” Diana said sternly “For this Deer and her ancestors are forever under my protection”. 


'Artemis Vs. Apollo' by Eli, aged 12

  Artemis is left out abandoned and all alone

 Riled by her brother who is getting the attention

 Trying to have a shot a retaining some redemption

 Exas-peratingly exas-perating thee 

 Meanwhile Apollo is filling up with glee

 If only he could step back and see

“Someone else deserves attention other than me”

 

 Vividly transforming and gradually converting into

 Something monstrous that spiritually is hurting

 

 Apparently he’s better because he is the sun

 Put it this way without her no days, no weeks, no  months, years none

 Only she, goddess of the wild with her great bow and arrow

 Loving, caring, virtuous and as free as a sparrow

 Lives a good enough life to say

“Only I shine bright at night and sleep peacefully in the day”


Best young entry: 

'Diana and the shrinking adventure' by Linnea, aged 7 

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Special Mentions for Creative Writing

'Diana and Tacita' by Wendy, aged 13

Simeon, aged 12

Miranda, aged 12

'Diana' by Nina, aged 12 

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