Bulgarian Creative Writing Competition

The Bulgarian Creative Writing Competiton will be celebrating its 8th birthday!

This year we have a record number of 208 schools. We have schools from all over Bulgaria - from big cities to small villages.This means that more than 5000 students will join in the creative writing FUN!

We are now in the process of developing the prompts for this year's competition. Each year we come up with thought-provoking topics that encourage students to think out of the box. If you have any ideas, we would love your contribution!

Good luck to all participants! We look forward to sharing with you their pieces of writing!

Earlier this summer we awarded the winners of this year's Bulgarian Creative Writing Competition. Each year we are more and more inspired by the creativty and quality of writing of the participants. And we want to share with you a stroy written by Boyanka  - a 6th grader from Belozem.

           Three hundred years ago I was a vital small seed. Today I am an old frail tree. So big and so weak! Oh, yes! So weak because I can’t move but only stand on my roots. I can’t protect from people who cut my branches for heating wood or furniture, or paper and so on. Perhaps my end is soon. Nobody knows that a tree’s last wish comes true! I have mine – I would like to be reborn a person to revenge people who cut my brothers and sisters. My last hour is coming. I fall asleep and die but have the life of a good-looking young man. I don’t forget my mission. My plan is to make an atom bomb to destroy the whole world. One day on the street I meet two homeless children and feel sorry about all the innocent people on this Earth. It is too late because the bomb is going to explode in a minute. I regret and start crying. It is coming, the explosion, few seconds only – five, four, three, two, one … I open my eyes. I am still alive, the sun is shining and the birds are singing in the nests of my branches. Oh, Heavens! It was just a nightmare. I feel so happy, no matter I am still a tree. Now, I would like to be a tree forever, without the legs and the power of men but tree which is more human than many human beings. I know, my mission is just to be a tree – to be home for birds, to give shadow in hot days, to make the air fresh, to listen to the wind blowing my leaves, to laugh when children climb on me…. What a beautiful life I have. I don’t feel three hundred years old anymore. I am a newborn happy tree!