The 500 Words Final

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Special delivery for Dick and Dom. Ooh, what is it? This looks very exciting. Let me see, let me see. I'll leave it here two meters away, do you mind? Yes, it is. We mustn't forget our social distancing. Thank you, that's great. Goodbye now. Righty oh, crikey. It's very heavy. Can you give me a hand, ma'am? Whoa, what's happening? Look, look, look! It's a laptop with a message. Oh, I like messages. What does it say? Welcome to the 500 Words Podcast.

This is the final podcast, and it is stuffed full of our super, amazing, fantabulous, winning stories for the 500 words final 2020! Did you know that 134,709 children entered the competition this year? Wow, that is loads. And that means. That over a million creative children have written brilliant stories every year for the last ten years. Now that is truly impressive. Look, Dom, look Dom, it says here. Welcome to the fabulous 500 words final! To access the stories, click this link.

That was sweet! Dum? Dum? Over here! Look! We're stuck inside little rectangles! Where are we? Welcome to the 500-word zoom party! Ooh! We're inside the computer! Look! There's a Zoom party going on! Oh! There's all the finders floating in their own little boxes! Hey, hello everyone! Look, they're all waving! Hello! Hello!

Hi everyone! Here, listen, we've got a very important job to do Dom, so let's concentrate. We've got all these fabulous winning stories and we've got to share them with everyone. We better get started then! The wedding story in the 5 to 9 age group was Rory and the Giant Bloomers, read by Jody With. And the winning story in the 10-13 age group was Shoo, read by Alfred Enoch. The 500 Words Bedtime Stories Podcast. With Dick and Dom.

Hello, my name is Joday and I'm going to be reading Rory and the Giant Bloomers. My name is James and I have a pet, but this is a pet like no other. A dinosaur! A few months ago, Mum and Dad took me to Dino World so I could choose a pet. The dino keeper whispered in my ear. Good choice. He can talk. My mouth fell. Rory seemed to like living in our house. He especially liked doing the washing. Because he loved watching the clothes swirl round and round.

He loved it so much that one day he snuck into the washing basket and got put in the washing machine along with Dad's smelly soap. And started spinning around. From then on, he preferred hanging them out on the washing line. that Rory is a T-Rex, which makes play dates turn into runaway dates. If only others could see how great he really was. It was a Saturday morning when I decided to take Rory out to play.

On the way there, we smelt smoke coming from old Mrs. Bird's house. Old Mrs. Bird was about 125 years old and she rarely left the house. Speaking of her house, that was ancient too, even older than the Stone Age. We saw flames at the bottom of the house. Rory spotted the washing line in the garden and had an idea. There was a giant pair of bloomers, red with white spots, on the washing line. He ran over to them and pulled them off, saying, look here, these babies!

I had no idea what his plan was. He told me to pull one end of the Knickers while he pulled the other end. He shouted up to old Mrs. In her shock of seeing a talking dinosaur, old Mrs. Bird fell right onto the pants. I instantly realized that Rory's plan was to get her down safely, for she bounced back. Into the air about ten times before landing and shouting. Soon after, we heard the sound of a fire. The firefighter.

The chief fire officer thanked us for saving old Mrs. Bird's life and said, Amazing work, young fellows. You both deserve a medal and a place in the fire brigade. I'd only just noticed that there was a huge crowd.

Gathered around us. Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone clapping. Then another, and another, and another, until everyone was clapping. And better yet, people started to cheer. From that moment on Everyone wanted to come round to have a playdate with me and Rory, in the hope of going on our trampoline, which was made out of old Mrs. Bird's giant spotty bloomers. BBC Radio 2's 500 words. Bedtime stories.

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The next winners to be announced were in the silver category. The winning story in the 5-9 age group was the old rabbit. Read by Joanna Lumley. And the winner in the age category 10 to 13 age group was, for the last time, read by Mawaxi Medenda.

This story is called The Old Rabbit. Pat, the rabbit, was very sad. He was very old, his fur was grey on his paws and around his mouth, and were aching. His baby rabbits had all grown up and moved away and had bunnies of their own. His mum and dad had died many years ago, and he missed talking to them. But most of all he missed his lovely wife Pearl all the time.

Pat was also fed up of running from the mean farmer who was always chasing him with his gun. He never dug holes anymore, and he only ate the carrots easy to dig up these days. Today it was raining and grey. The sky was black and the grass was muddy and wet and it was really windy and cold. So Pat decided to hide in the barn until the rain stopped before he went looking for carrots. As Pat dried off from the rain, he drifted to sleep.

Pat woke up feeling very warm. He could see the bright sunshine coming through the walls of the barn, and he could hear rabbits ch-ch-chat coming from outside. Pat started to creep outside. felt light, and he noticed the fur on his paws was a lovely brown colour, like they used to be. Pat's bones didn't ache, and he didn't. Sad, but he didn't know why. Outside he noticed the grass was so green it didn't look real, it almost sparkled.

So soft it felt like he was walking on green clouds. And there were piles of carrots everywhere, with no mud on them. He wouldn't even have to dig them up or wash them. Then he saw a little way away under a tree there was a group of about fifty All whispering and smiling and watching him. Suddenly he saw a beautiful lady rabbit step forward and walk towards him with her arms open. Pat gasped and nearly swallowed his little rabbit tongue.

He ran to her and he kissed her all over her face and he cried and he said to Pearl, I've missed you so much, my love. And she cuddled him so tight and whispered in his ear, I've been waiting a long time for you, Pat. He then realized he recognized the shapes and voices of the rabbits standing nearby, all watching him and smiling. Aunties? And even his neck. Grandad He looked at Pearl. And she smiled and she said, They've been waiting too.

was so happy but so confused as he cried with happiness into Pearl's fur he was so I'm so happy. I feel like I'm in heaven. Paul replied with a smile My wonderful And you are. BBC Radio 2's 500 words. Bedtime stories.

This is Yeah. For the last time, will you please place it on the table? Her mother said quietly. Her brothers and sisters were happily playing upstairs, but as the eldest she was expected to help, so she carefully and proudly lifted the shiny silver menorah from its place on the sideboard and put it in the pride of place in the center of the table.

She was a little disappointed that she couldn't join the games with her other siblings, but she knew she had to be responsible. The room was well decorated and cozy, clean, and ready for the start of the traditional Sabbath meal. Grandfather called the other children to come to the table and mother prepared to light the candles. Their warm, flickering light filled the cozy room as everyone huddled to it.

They all sat at the strong oak table, waiting patiently for the delightful food that mother was to bring in. Just at that moment, mother did bring it in. The smell was delightful, a smell of family traditional. Room, warmth and safety. She couldn't wait to eat it. traditional potato pancakes were carefully given out. Everyone dug in greedily, the lovely taste piled into their mouth. The Rosins, you know, began her grandmother while finishing off her lapcake.

Not now, not in front of the children, protested Mother, raising her eyebrows in a warning manner. Let's enjoy the moment. We're all here together, she added. After the main course the plates were cleared to the kitchen and left while mother quickly. in the colourful, cheery, bright donuts that she had spent the afternoon making. All the children stared at them, their mouths watering. Everyone grabbed one before they all went. Even Grumpy Grandmother. Biting into the sweet, wonderful dessert.

Was like tasting a dream. There was one left on the plate. Before anyone could grab it, they heard noise and shouting in the street. With a pale face, her mother stood quietly and asked everyone to get their coat. No one spoke. They just obeyed. The noise outside was getting louder, children crying, women screaming, and strong male voices heartlessly shouting. I'm a Udin Rouse. Then it came.

Hãy subscribe cho kênh La La School Để không bỏ lỡ những video hấp dẫn a frightened look in her mother's eyes that no one had seen before. Her grandmother stood there quivering. And her grandfather was biting his lip like he always did when he was nervous. And they put on their coats, with the yellow star sewn on the front. With her head held high, mother led them outside, the whole family.

Friends and neighbors were in the street, some getting into trucks already half full of people, others watching. Without speaking, they slowly made their way to a truck, and her mother shut the front door to the For the last time. BBC Radio 2's 500 words. Bedtime stories. And finally, the gold winners. The winning story in the age category 5 to 9 was the winning goal. Red By Dua Lipa. And the winning story in the age category 10-13 was Diary of a£5 Note, read by David Walliams.

Oh, here's Fajar. She shoots. What a goal! The crowd roars. Look at her dramatic celebration. What a powerful tackle. Here's Fajar again. The goalie goes in for the save and she shoots. What a powerful shot. It's another goal. The ref whistles for full time. Syria have won. Time for bed, Mama interrupts. Have you filled the water bucket? Sorry. I groan. You aren't playing those fantasy games again, are you, Habibi? I lumber into my scruffy tent and dive into my decaying sheets.

I wish I was a real footballer. Then we could afford to live in a proper house. Not in a lousy refugee camp. I hardly sleep a wheel. that humid night under the Syrian moon. I'm too busy remembering the bright green shutters of our old home, but that's gone now. Boom. I wake with a stop. We need to find cover, Mama cries. The Al Kanabul are coming.

Bright burning flames crash against the dry earth, scarlet ashes scatter as if they're being hunted down. The earth shakes under the weight of the thunderous weapons. The noise is deafening. we slip and stumble away from the camp, trying to find cover. Quick to the mountains I know a route up there I call out to Mumma behind me. As we clamber up the steep cliff, I hear a high pitched scream. I shudder,

Death is on the doorstep for us all. We find a craggy cave hidden behind a tattered tree atop the mountainous rocks. We lie huddled on the rough floor wondering what to do next. I wake at dawn, shivering from the cold. I sneak out, careful not to wake Mama. Under the horizon, I can vaguely make out the shape of the camp, blackened and charred from the Alcanible. Sadness overcomes me. This is the second time my home has been destroyed. I look around to see if there is anything to eat.

I distinguish a clutcher of figs high up in the branches of the tree. I stretch, but I can't reach them. What should I do? Then I spot a rusty can amongst the rocks. I pick it up and place it about a meter away from the edge of the cliff and kick it as hard as I can. It flies up above my head faster and faster than finally it strikes the middle.

The branch begins to shake, then it snaps, and the figs fall into the soft bushes below them. I feel proud as a peacock, as if I've scored the winning goal. Mamma, I found us something to eat. Mama stares at me, speechless, then hugs me warmly. I eat gleefully, pulp and seeds go everywhere. Maybe I will be a famous footballer one day, but for now I have mama to care for and I have hope. That's a great start. Words Bedtime Stories Podcast. With Dick and Dom.

The Diary of a five pound note. Day one. Born today. But why am I here? images on me. On one side a rather fancy looking woman, and on the other A stern, grumpy, balding man, not the look I would have chosen. Day three. Today I was inside another machine. Met loads of just like me. Discovered they call us fivers. Loved it. Cozy, warm and friendly, but next second, I get shoved out of a tiny slot into the cold. Some grubby hands stuffed me in a pouch. in a 50-pound note.

Hope I'm out of here soon. Still here. Bored. Been in the same way. For weeks now. Nothing ever happens except the 50-pound note bragging. Then some coins dropped on my head. Ouch! I'm getting really claustrophobic now. Also, I started wondering about the meaning of my life. Day one hundred and two. try. But I had my own compartment with some other five. Made some new friends. We've got lots in common However, this is Yeah. Day 103. Rude Awakening today.

Ting! And the tray was jerked out. A few of my buddies got swiped away, then k ting again, the tray was slammed back in. Got a headache now. latest wallet. By a small podgy child. She pulled me out. Twisted me, drew. and put me in her mouth and chewed me. Excruciating. Fortunately, I made from the finest thermoplastic polymers. My ego was more damaged than my edges. Day 248. Shocking day. This lady was Rushing down the road and Rained on and finally driven over by a fierce. Cheers.

Day four hundred and thirty nine. I got shoved into a suitcase. The friends saw a hooded man hiding. Heard gunshots, screams and a very loud Don't get what all the fuss and noise was for. Day four hundred and thirty nine PM heard sirens. Suitcase was opened, looked up to see a friendly man with a shiny badge and stripes on his shoulder. Got transferred back into a machine like the one I started in. Still don't get my life. Why am I here? Day 3784. I've seen quite a lot over these years.

Something different. today. My latest owner was strolling through a park and stopped in front of an old man. His clothes were ragged. He was sat on a crumpled sleeping bag on the floor. With desperation he begged Any change, mate? I was handed over. The man started sobbing gently. He wept, You've just saved my life, mate. My owner smiled. Finally, I think I know why I'm here.

Oh, those winning stories were absolutely brilliant and read by some fabulous guests. And this zoom party has been really great fun. Oh look over there, there's Zoe. Hey Zoe. Hey Zoe. And look, there's Gareth Malone. Ha ha. Ooh, listen. He's just started a singing lesson. Come on, let's join in. Are you sure? Yeah, come on, it'll be fun. I love singing. Does everybody know Somewhere Over the Rainbow? Give me a little thumbs up if you know it. Great, it's a fantastic

It's a beautiful beautiful song. Let's warm up our voices ready to sing. Yeah. We wanted to say a big big big thank you to all of you for all the stories over the years. You are all brilliant. Before we go, let's hear from the Oxford University Press. The 500 Words competition revealed that the coronavirus is the 2020 Oxford Children's Word of the Year. The word coronavirus appears for the first time in the 500 word stories in 2020.

Young writers used it four hundred and fifty-nine times with Wuhan and COVID nineteen also featuring among the total of one hundred and thirty four thousand seven hundred and nine entries to the competition. Don't forget though, keep writing. And remember, believe in yourself and you will be unstoppable. Goodbye. BBC Radio 2's 500 words.

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