Creative Writing Competition

Na Valentinovo su objavljeni rezultati natjecanja u kreativnom pisanju na engleskom jeziku za osnovne škole, a između 50 pristiglih radova, kratka priča našeg osmaša našla se u prvih 10, podijelila je 7. mjesto sa 400 od mogućih 500 bodova.

Well done!

Red Snow

Have you ever wondered what it is like to be a detective? Firstly, being a detective really takes a lot of courage. Secondly, being a detective requires special skills and dedication. Most importantly, being a detective means that, with so much crime in this world, your work is never done. The villains often strive to become notorious and the desire to experience fifteen minutes of fame lures them strongly into doing evil. The most ordinary folks around us, like our smiling neighbors or old friends, can easily take the dark path.

It was a quiet night full of blinking lights. The heavy snow was covering the city of Doom. It didn’t come as a surprise for it was the middle of winter. Detective Mislav Kennedy was walking slowly down the main street and thinking about dinner when suddenly a gunshot was heard in the distance. Mislav couldn’t believe his eyes when he quickly approached the street from which the shot came. He found a dead man lying down on the street. The man's blood was covering the snow around him. The redness of the pure snow all of a sudden seemed shocking although he had seen such scene before. Mislav spotted what seemed to be man’s footprints next to the body. He decided that it would be smart to follow the footprints, but after some time they just disappeared. He was puzzled and the dinner was waiting.

The next day the detective started an investigation. As he was thinking about the possible murderer, he got interrupted by officer Martin. ”Hey, chief, I know the name of the dead man.“ “His name was Ivan Rogers, and he had a wife named Masha Rogers!" said Martin. “Good job Martin but is that all you’ve got?” asked Mislav. “Don't worry sir, I have one more thing about Ivan and that is that he owned a company that transported gas throughout the city, but shared the company with his friend Sven Johnson.” “OK, I will question the wife and you will his partner.”

It was long time ago when Mislav took his first case. Although he is still quite young, he feels as if he has been investigating the people from the dark side for ages. Still, one never forgets their first arrest. That case was his early success. It was a young woman, maybe not very different from Masha Rogers.

Mislav went to the address that Martin gave him. “Ms. Rogers, I am a detective from the police department of the city of Doom and I would like to ask you some questions,” he said nicely. The doors of the apartment opened. Soon before the eyes of the detective appeared Ivan’s wife. Her eyes were full of tears. “What do you want?” asked Masha. “I only want to ask few questions, that’s all,” he humbly replied. Masha allowed him to enter the apartment. “By your tears I judge that you heard of your husband’s passing,” said the detective slightly nervously. “Yes, I did, I heard it in the news.” “Miss, I know that this is a lot to take in, but I have to ask you these questions.” “It's ok,” said Masha. He suddenly remembered the beautiful lady from his first detective assignment thinking about how similar they are. This case rings a bell for sure.

While Mislav was questioning Masha, Martin was doing the same with Sven. “So, sir where were you yesterday, around midnight?” asked Martin, “I was in my apartment, alone.” answered Sven. “Alone, so there are no witnesses at all to confirm that,” said Martin suspiciously. “I'm sorry officer but I have to go, I have some business to attend to,” said Sven. Martin wanted to stop him, but his phone rang. “O, hi Jimmy, I'm in the middle of an investigation,” said Martin, “Wait, what do you mean by there is no chocolate ice-cream, you know what we will talk about this later.”

Martin closed his phone, but when he turned around Sven was nowhere to be seen. Both detectives returned to the station to discuss the information they gathered. “So Martin, what did you learn about Sven?” asked Mislav. “Well, I know that there are no chocolate ice-creams in the city.” “You let him get away, didn’t you?” “Sir, what did you learn about Masha?” asked Martin. “Well, unlike you, I actually got some information. The Keneddys are broke so Ivan was planning on selling the company so he could get all the money.” “So, Ivan wasn’t planning on giving any money to Sven,” said Martin, “that sounds like a motif to me.”

“Hey boss, I remember one thing from my little chat with Sven.” “Well, spill it out,” said Mislav nervously.” “Sven said that he had some business to attend to at the company” said Martin. “Good, now could you please give me the address of the company!” Martin gave the address to Mislav and he rushed to the company's location while Martin was gathering a team of police officers for backup.

Mislav ran as fast as he could until he got to the company building. When he entered the main hall of the building, he asked a random woman: “Have you seen this man?” “Yes, I have. He went to the head office.” Then Mislav ran to the head office where he saw Sven taking all the money and documents that he could find. “It's all mine at last, ha, ha, ha ” laughed Sven manically.

“Hello, Sven,” said Mislav. “Oh, detective, how nice of you to drop by”, said Sven. “Mr. Johnson, I know that you killed Ivan Rogers?” “Why, of course I did, that bastard was trying to sell the whole company without giving me a penny.” “In that case, I will have to arrest you." “You bastards,” said Sven madly, “I came too far to be stopped now.” “Please, Sven just come peacefully with me; it's going be easier that way,” said Mislav. “Leaving so soon; but I have a surprise for you”.

At that moment Sven pressed the button on his office desk and suddenly gas started leaking in the room. Mislav tried to escape but somebody locked the door and there was no other way out. “You wanna see my little science project?” said Sven while putting on a gas mask. Mislav thought that he was a goner, but Martin with a couple of other officers busted in through the door and punched the gas mask of Sven’s face. “You, you bastards!”, he just muttered.

One hour later Sven was taken to prison and Mislav and Martin were talking in their favorite bar. “Good thing that me and the boys came in to rescue you, huh!” said Martin proudly. While they were talking, Mislav remembered that someone had locked him in with Sven. It was the proof that Sven hadn’t been working alone. Being a detective means that your work for the justice is never done as long as there is evil in this world. And as long as the snow turns red.

Viktor J., 8. b