Isabelle Seldon - Aged 11 - Runner Up!
Yes! We are so pleased that Supreme Leader Isabelle has returned to the competition this year. Once again, the writing’s comedic timing is flawless, displaying a deep understanding of the absurd while the imagination at play brings to life a dreamy & explosive universe. This story really made us chuckle. We never knew sprinkles could be so deadly. We particularly enjoyed the good use of metaphors and similes throughout. The descriptions are so imaginative – fantastical and wild! The new judges are also eager to read the whole series, saying: Supreme Leader Isabelle is such a character that we’d love to hear more about what she gets up to.
Supreme Leader Superstar Isabelle and the Trevbalien Betrayal
Under the light of the moon, everyone was eating, dancing and partying. As sunny as a beach in Hawaii, the music was popping. With hair as golden as a brand new coin, the curly hair of Supreme Leader Isabelle was going crazy and she had a massive grin on her face, from ear to ear. She moved quickly around the dancefloor like a robot; she was the best dancer in town. Jerry-Lee, her faithful butler, was scoffing cake as he followed her around like a loyal dog. His dancing was less impressive, which is why he wasn’t doing it.
Sparkly and bright, the party was a rainbow of joy: there were balloons everywhere, everything was covered in glitter, and the party cannons were squirting out more glitter so that if you breathed in, you’d be pooing sparkly rainbows for a week or two.
Everyone was dancing in the supreme garden for Isabelle’s eleventh birthday. Some people had thought Isabelle too young for the role of Supreme Leader, but those people didn’t know what they were talking about. They didn’t realise that being young doesn’t stop you from being a born superhero. The plan for the party was to dance until the moon dropped, and then watch films till their eyes closed. Jerry-Lee had helped a bit with setting it all up; that’s what butlers were for.
At midnight, the hour where everyone was happiest, excited, and maybe slightly on the edge of falling asleep, the moon chimed just like it did every night. Its brightness blipped on and off, just like usual. Except, on the final blip, the light didn’t return.
Everyone froze like ice, like they were in Antarctica and had not dressed appropriately. Ahhhh! Screaming as if they had just jumped off a plane without a parachute, they all panicked. Ahhh! Tripping over each other, they constantly yelled. Ahh! The cake got knocked over, ornaments were destroyed. Ah! But the Supreme Leader came to the rescue.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got an idea!” Isabelle was wearing what looked like plain black trousers and a t-shirt, but she reached to her shoulder and flicked an invisible switch…luminous light flooded from her in a prism. She always liked being the centre of the party. Her faithful butler, who had fallen over in the commotion, was now stood next to her with his eyes closed. He had seen this coming.
The crowd were mind-blown. Although the garden was filled with darkness, the bright light now pointed everyone in the right direction: towards Isabelle.
“Loyal subjects, I’m going to head to the moon to sort this out. Whilst I’m gone, keep the party going but don’t touch my cake or presents. If you do, you’ll be exiled to Uranus! We’ll be back soon!”
Jerry-Lee muttered under his breath, “if we make it back…”
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Walking on a lightless moon was like walking on a big lump of cheese in the dark. It probably felt most like blue cheese. All around them was lit up by the illuminous Isabelle’s flashing fabric; that’s how they could see.
Isabelle and Jerry-Lee walked around the moon twice, but they couldn’t find its lightbulb anywhere in the darkness. They did finally make it to where it was meant to be, but it had vanished. All that was left in its place was a small note, folded three times.
Anxiously picking it up from the floor, Isabelle read it out in a trembling voice: “I stole the moon’s light. Planet Trevbee is constantly in the shadows of Uranus, and we want light! You already have so much light down on Wonderworld. Why do you need the moon as well?! Many thanks, Trev533.”
Isabelle’s mouth was a circle of shock. Her eyes were giant blue oceans. Her face went pale.
“We need to go get that lightbulb back, Jerry-Lee!”
Jerry-Lee shrugged with his hands in the air, “orrrrr, we could probably buy another one at Lidl?”
The Supreme Leader didn’t even hear him as she thudded off towards the spaceship.
After 5 minutes of flying in the rocket, with Jerry-Lee listening to cake recipes, they landed on Trevbee.
Their bright yellow, pink and orange rocket, which was shaped like a unicorn, was instantly charged by 5,000 aliens who were all screaming, “Aaaaatttaaaaaaaaaaccckkkkkkkkk”.
Quickly, as fast as lightning, Jerry-Lee turned the rocket into invisible mode and escaped. As soon as they were far enough away, they contacted Isabelle’s army on Wonderworld for back-up.
Isabelle was busy eating cake and watching the Trevbaliens. She knew there was nothing to worry about because she had her soldiers coming, and Jerry-Lee had brought a bit of her birthday cake in case they never made it back. She really didn’t want that to go stale. It made sense that she ate it.
100 of Isabelle’s soldiers landed 5 minutes later, wearing tutus as they had been rehearsing a dance for Isabelle’s birthday. The Supreme Leader and Jerry-Lee ran out to join them, throwing the sprinkles from Isabelle’s birthday cake everywhere they went to confuse the aliens.
Quiet but dangerous, in a twist nobody expected, when the Trevbaliens came into contact with the sprinkles, they exploded gracefully to the rhythm of Johann Strauss’s the Blue Danube Waltz. Da da daa daa daaa ‘Bang Bang’ ‘Bang Bang’, da da daa daa daaa ‘Bang Bang’ ‘Bang Bang’.
Unsurprisingly, this meant Isabelle won the war very quickly. Tremendous and triumphant, Isabelle swiftly grabbed the light bulb back and ran away as fast as an ant running away from ant poison. However, then she felt bad: she had never meant to kill all those aliens, only threaten them. Who knew sprinkles could kill so many?
Apologising for the death of half of the Trevbaliens’ population, she gave them loads of batteries, light bulbs and torches, so that they would never have darkness in the shadows of Uranus again.
The Trevbaliens were still crying enough to make a waterfall, but they accepted the gifts and banished the Supreme Leader from ever visiting without permission again.
Even though Supreme Leader Superstar Isabelle was depressed about her cake sprinkle bombs, she still had a party to get to. Her soldiers, herself and Jerry-Lee flew as fast as the blink of an eye back to the moon. They installed the missing lightbulb and locked it in place with a giant key.
It was time to get home.
When they arrived, they partied like there was no one watching and danced the night away.
Isabelle tried to forget killing all of those Trevbaliens, because if she remembered she would cry a fountain of tears and that might look unprofessional.
Instead, she watched as the soldiers put on their show. It was tremendous, terrific, amazing and awesome.
The End.