As one of the most competitive and well-organized writing contests for Hong Kong students, the Hong Kong Young Writers Awards (since 2010) has an Asian theme for fiction, non-fiction, poetry and art yearly. Certainly, we seize the opportunity and invite our budding writers to have fun and take part in it. Since joining the game in 2012, we have been having the following sparks:
Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2018 -
New Journeys to the West
Vincent Song 6C - The Pool's Trial
(Fiction Group 2)
We must be crazy, Monkey King thought. Trekking through the desert for eight days, depending their lives on a single flask. Crazy. Going to the west a second time, just because of Gautama Buddha’s unreasonable orders. Even crazier. More worse, Tripitaka insisted on going there through the desert. That was...dumb. Monkey King secretly wondered if Tripitaka had changed since their first journey to the west, nearly a century ago. Could they still trust each other?
“Look!” Pigsy shouted on top of his lungs. “A pool! Finally, an oasis!”
The group of four surged forward with burning excitement. They arrived at the pool within minutes. All around the pool, palm trees littered, casting ghostly shadows on the lonely sands. The four friends settled down near it.
Amos Tsai 6C - Sun Wukong
(Fiction Group 6)
Sun Wukong laid back in his bed of leaves, high up in the trees. He would not have the strength to climb back down-he was now too old for that. Once again he pondered about whether he had made the right decision to give up the immortality granted to him by the Great Buddha. He had wanted to feel life-all its curiosities, the struggling, the joy… not an artificial extended life. But turning back to mortal meant having to cut off his relations to his friends-although they had decided to turn mortal with him, they were forced to separate by the difficulties of mortal life. It also meant having to face death and journeying to the western sky.
He was very, very close to death now.
Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2017 -
New Tales of Old Shanghai
Edwin Chan 6B - The New Tale of the Old City of Shanghai
(Fiction Group 2)
“And I just have to add the flux capacitor to the control panel and the time traveler 2000 is completed!” said Lambart. Lambart was a twelve year-old genius. He loved to invent things, and his newest invention, the Time Traveler 2000 stood proudly in his messy laboratory. The Time Traveler 2000 was a time machine that could travel to any time and place on Earth. Lambart was learning about the old City of Shanghai, and he was very eager to see how life was like in the old city of Shanghai. He typed “The Old City of Shanghai” on the control panel and set the year dial to random. He then pressed a red button on the control panel. All of a sudden, the machine started to vibrate, humming with an eerie sound. Then the sound stopped. Both Lambart and the machine had disappeared.
The Time Traveler 2000 appeared in a dark alleyway. Lambart checked the year dial. It was the year 1853. Lambart didn’t know what happened in 1853, so he used the time machine’s built-in database to search about what happened. He typed, “The Old City of Shanghai in 1853”. The screen said,” It was the time of the Taiping rebellion. In 1853, The Old City fell into the hands of the Small Swords Society.” Lambart looked around to find out that he was face to face with an old man. The old man said,” What are you doing here, boy? Don’t you know that the Society members will be here any moment? Run!”
Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2016 -
New Tales of the Terracotta Warriors
Edmund Wu 6B - The Special Mission (Fiction)
Ben worked in the 4th Pit of the Terracotta Warriors. He was an archaeologist’s assistant, but he found the job extremely boring. So, he always sang this song:
“If you found something here
We’ll go and dig it up
When there is treasure down there
We’ll get it up for you
Then we will dust dust dust
the treasure will be kept
And the money-
cling cling cling
rolls into our pockets!”
The archaeologist frowned.
“Stop singing that tedious song for the infinitith time!”
“Okay,” sighed Ben as he turned around and started dusting a warrior model. It was atypically heavy. All of a sudden, the model burst!
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” shrieked the archaeologist in a piercing voice, “YOU’RE—“
Someone came out of the dusty air around the fragments. He was wearing robes of the Emperor—the Qin Dynasty style. He stood and looked at the two.
“—not fired,” muttered the archaeologist.
“Hello everyone,” greeted the Emperor, “allow me to introduce myself. I am the First Emperor from the Qin Dynasty.”
Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2014 -
New Tales of the Gobi Desert
Ocean Huang 6D - The Quest of the Prophecy of Destiny (Fiction)
“Attack!” he yelled. “And grab everything you can from this caravan!”
The three bandits and the camel tribe had a tremendous fight. Galen was fighting with the bandit leader.
“Run!” yelled Galen. “Run Sasha!”
Sasha was terrified. She wailed at Galen, “What about you?”
“I’m fine!” said the tribe leader. “Just take our little Tiglon as you leave…”
Just then, a strong wind roared, which flung up the sand with its huge, gigantic paws and finally, sand was blown as high as a mountain; the sky was covered by the sand as the storm roared. Everything vanished in the roar of the sandstorm. The Gobi Desert remained silent…
Steve Tang 6E - New Tales of the Gobi Desert (Fiction)
“This is the morning news. A strange and occult phenomenon happened in the Gobi Desert. A 41-year-old archaeologist disappeared under an old Saxaul tree. His collaborator fainted at that moment.
This is what he recalled, “At that time, we were dripping all over and almost out of breath by the violent sun. Out of our expectation, we found a verdant tree, we wanted to sit beside it without hesitation. Then, I heard a big bang followed by a loud scream. The archeologist vanished into the thin air and I heard an eerie and cryptic voice which spoke in an alien language.”
When the collaborator woke up in the hospital, his body kept trembling. Search teams were sent to search for the archeologist all over the desert, but their effort was in vain. Instead, what they found was the archeologist’s clothes next to the lush green Saxaul tree…”
Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2013 -
New Tales of the Great Wall
Ocean Huang 5D - New Tales of the Great Wall (Fiction)
Edward Albus Trotter
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Edward Albus Trotter. He had big, ocean-blue eyes, deep brown hair and a slim fit figure. He was a brilliant genus. When you stared at him, you might find there was an indistinct blue trident mark on his forehead.
Edward lost his father and mother when he was born. He lived with his Uncle’s family in California now. They treated him very well.
Many people said that Edward’s parents were killed by illness, but little Edward didn’t believed that. People said that he was ignorant but he knew he was different from the others.
Douglas Tsang 5D - Seasons of the Great Wall (Poetry)
Great Wall, a thousand-year-old giant,
Built with slabs and stones.
Over the years, he lies on the range,
Waiting for us to wake him.
Great Wall, a colorful scarf,
Pretty blossom flourishes everywhere.
Birds sing softly there,
Awaiting for Spring.
Great Wall, a fierce dragon,
Fireballs flare far and wide,
Where no one wants to climb
On it for a summer picnic.
Great Wall, a red carpet,
Leaves falling leaves flow along.
Animals race for autumn food and bed
Great Wall witnesses all the rest.
Great Wall, a white dragon lies on a castle,
Soft snow covers all the squares.
In a jiffy, its tail disappears
In this winter’s tale.
Great Wall, woken up by loud laughter
after thousand years, spreads his arms
offering a big hug to welcome us.
We read his beauty and his story there forever.
Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2012 -
New Tales of the Yangtze River
WINNER (Fiction Group 5)
John Ho 6A - Sam Foy and the Eternal Amulet (Fiction)
Chapter 1 THE TANGGULA MOUNTAINS
An archaeologist walked down the brown painted stairs, he wore rather dirty clothes, and dark brown hair which had not been cut for almost a year, flowed down his head. The dirty poor man walked two steps and made coffee in the kitchen. His house was surprisingly small and full of rubbish: books about the Earth, and nature lay open on his small table.
The archaeologist looked at a sauce-covered calendar and said to himself, “A rock mountain to climb this day.”
He was fit despite his poverty. Muscles flexed while he wore the expensive climbing gear. He took a booklet full of weird looking words and opened the metal door in front of him.
Outside was the famous Yangtze River, not exactly the river but the source, the glaciers of the Tanggula Mountains. The ice cracked while he stood, still looking at his booklet with the weird words. The sparkling ice reflected the sun. High mountains stood still behind the thinking man.
The archaeologist closed the book, and on the cover was written ‘Sam Foy’, that was his name. Sam stopped thinking and started to climb the highest mountains of all. The mountain was steep and sharp, every pull made Sam gasp. He climbed until he saw a cave, with ice dangling inside; it was the most frightening cave Sam had ever seen. He checked everywhere while gasping for his breath, collecting rocks. When he had finished, he made sure everything was collected, and ticked his booklet. He cracked his neck and began to hike again.