All Winston wants is to win…

but is being a winner all he wants to be?

 

Whilst trying to fit in at his new secondary school, Winston “Wins” Winters, a competitive but well-meaning youth, chooses to enter a challenging series of sporting events.

 

After accidentally coming into contact with an experimental new treatment designed to mend broken brains, Wins begins to develop synesthetic sensory abilities which give him the edge in any competition. From swimming, cycling, climbing, football, go-karting, laser-tag and chess, Wins’ new perceptive prowess gives him everything he wanted; but at what cost?


Episodic chapters feature thrilling action sequences that form the backdrop to Wins' story as he learns about the nature of perception, and mindful self-knowledge.

On his journey of self-discovery;

Wins will learn that life is not a zero-sum game.

 
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About the author

 

Benjamin Leon Dadds was inspired to write Winner Winner after a spate of temper tantrums precipitated by his eldest son's ire when losing games. The core concept of the novel came about when he tried to explain why people can’t win all the time.

“I found my self saying - ‘Imagine if you did win all the time: no-one would want to play with you & there would be no point playing anything if you knew you were always going to win anyway’. This idea played on my mind, everything else grew from there.”

Ben is a first-time author writing from a strong STEM foundation. “I always enjoyed science from childhood, thanks to inspirational teachers and a love of Sci-Fi.” After studying chemistry and gaining his Ph.D. he worked in the invisible ink industry before becoming scientific adviser to the emergency services where, along side his colleagues, he supports the Fire Brigade in Fire Investigation, Hazardous Material Response and Radiation Safety.

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EXCERPT

 
 

After his new PERCEPTIVE powers help him ace an exam, wins is accused of cheating…

There was a stern knock at the bedroom door and his parents entered. Wins was wrapped up in his hammock, dreading the inevitable emotional discomfort of having to be criticised and pressed about his ‘cheating’. “Wins,” Ed began, “We spoke to Miss Donnie today, she said you cheated on your maths test and then lied about it. We just can’t believe it. We raised you better than that.” Ed tried to show he was trying to help “I’ve told you before; you can always talk to us if you are unhappy. You don’t need to go straight to bad behaviour, cheating and lying.” “I didn’t cheat!” Wins said in desperation. “I just knew all the answers.”

Anne tried to calm the tone of the conversation. “No child in your class could have ‘just known all the answers’. Miss Donnie said you burst out laughing in the test then got all the answers right in record time and couldn’t explain how you’d worked it out. We know you work hard Wins, but you have to admit; maths isn’t exactly your favourite subject.”

Wins could feel the walls closing in on him now, on one side was the unmoving hard place of everyone’s misbelief that he’d cheated and lied, and on the other was the rolling rock of divulging that peculiar and exquisite experience headed his way. He was coming to realise he would have to choose whether he was going to jump out of the way of admitting to what really happened into the hard wall of other people’s misbelief, or stand his ground and admit to something that was sure to make everyone think he was a liar; who could believe what he had seen and felt? Wins could hardly believe it himself! They would think he was making up more outlandish lies to cover up his previous ones. Faced with a choice between two untenable outcomes Wins opted for neither. “I don’t want to talk about it, I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!”

Ed rushed to put out the fire of Wins frustration, but in typical form added fuel rather than water “Believe it or not we are just trying to help. You mustn’t get so frustrated, you can’t get so stressed.” Wins finally cracked “GGGGAAAAAARRRRHHH!!!! YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT, you always say ‘don’t get stressed, don’t get frustrated’ BUT YOU NEVER TELL ME HOW! How is that helping?!”

“You’re right,” Anne agreed. “We do ask a lot of you and it’s easy for us to forget you’re only eleven. You’ve started a new school, you’re becoming a teenager and there is clearly a lot going on in your life that you probably don’t want to talk about. Some people prefer to just think things through on their own…. But…” Wins knew there was always a ‘but’, “what happened today was serious; your teacher believes you cheated and whilst I don’t want to believe it you aren’t giving me any other options. Did someone make you do it? Is there some reason we don’t understand? We just want to help Wins.”

A terrible understanding came to Wins, it was as though he were at the controls of a runaway train heading towards a fork in the track, if he did nothing he would go down one path where everyone would believe he was a cheat and a liar, if he admitted what had happened he would go down the other and they would all think he was crazy too. But, there was a slim sliver of a chance that his parents might believe him if he told the truth; if anyone in the world would believe him it would be Mum and Dad. Wins paused, took a long, deep breath and tried his best to explain. “The answers came to me, I just knew them.” Ed, trying his best to keep a level head, failed. “C’mon, you can’t really expect us to believe that can you?” Wins’ emotions began to run away on their own prompting a rising panic to flicker over his face.

“LISTEN TO ME!” Wins lashed, “Please, let me try to explain.” His parents reclined and gave him reassuring nods. “I was looking at the quiz, I knew I wasn’t going to win. Then, out of nowhere, I started to see the numbers, but… they weren’t numbers. I didn’t see ‘numbers’ I saw what the numbers werewho the numbers were. It was like they were coloured shapes, but they had personalities. Like they were people, no… friends and family. It felt like I knew them personally. When I looked at the quiz I saw the page but the numbers just spun into view. It was amazing, it was as if they were my friends. The questions weren’t difficult, I could see who the number was where the x or y was in the question, whatever the question asked I didn’t need to work it out, it was obvious. Like… like, if I saw Rish- I wouldn’t have to work out who he was; I’d just know.”

Ed looked like he was about the murder somebody. “No messing around. Did one of your friends give you something to eat this morning? I’m serious now!” Wins was furious “NO! What? Wait? WHAT?! What on earth are you talking about?! You think I was sick from bad food? See, I knew you wouldn’t believe me!” “I SAW THE NUMBERS. I KNEW THE NUMBERS!” Wins threw himself over face down in his hammock and screamed in despair. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Wins.” A soft voice whispered, “I believe you.” Wins opened his eyes to see his sister standing over him. Gently, she held his hand and spoke with sympathy. “You said you ‘saw’ the numbers, is that right?” He nodded, “And you felt them, they had colour too?” Wins nodded again. “And… personalities?” He nodded tentatively. Wins wasn’t sure what to expect, Zoop was never normally this nice. She squeezed his hand, “Wins, I think you are synesthetic, I think you have synaesthesia.”  

“Synes-what-ia?” Wins asked perplexed. “Oh my days!” Ed broke down. “Is it contagious, will he be ok?” As if an expert archer, Zoop whipped her head around and shot her Dad silent with a fierce, hard glare. “NO. DAD!” Turning back to her brother she explained. “Syn-es-theese-ia is when someone’s senses are scrambled, or well, not scrambled, but mixed up. People can taste colours, or smell music, or feel words. It’s well studied in neuroscience and psychology. It’s not that rare, most people have a little bit of it and don’t realise. But what you experienced isn’t common either, its super special Wins.” He grabbed his sister, rolling into her. With a warm squeeze, the last of his tears were dried.

Their parents joined the hug. “I’m so sorry we doubted you,” they repeated one after the other. Wins relaxed his squeeze prompting everyone else to follow suit. Climbing out of his hammock he showed his Sister gratitude for the first time in as long as he could remember. “Thank you, I thought I was going crazy.” Zoop wanted to know more “Synesthesia is genetic, it’s there from the beginning. Most synaesthetes show signs of it as soon as they can tell colours apart at a young age. It’s unusual for it to appear this late. Do you feel it now?” She grabbed a black pen and some paper from the shelf, wrote a number ‘5’ and handed it to him. “No, not now. It was just in the classroom when I had the test.”

“OK…” Zoop said trying to put it all together, “All our perceptions, taste, smell, hearing, touch and vision go hand in hand with emotion. It is basically impossible to sense something without feeling something too. Maybe it only comes on when you feel stressed and worried? Was this the first time; today I mean, in the maths lesson?” Wins could see where this was going, he wasn’t looking forward to the impending car crash that would doubtless arrive at the conversation’s destination. But so far Zoop had actually been the only one willing to believe him and she was showing him a kindness he hadn’t felt from her since he was little. “I’m going to have to do it.” He thought. “I’m going to have to admit what had happened and face the consequences.”

“No, it happened last week, sort of, it wasn’t exactly the same. We were playing rugby; I was a bit nervous. All of a sudden different players and bits of the field seemed different colours to me; they didn’t look different colours though, they just felt red or blue. I know that doesn’t make sense in words but it still makes perfect sense in my head. The colours helped me win, they gave me clues about which way to run or who to tackle. And, as well as that… I kept getting prickles in my body when someone was about to tackle me so I could get out of the way. Also, when we scored it felt amazing and I heard this incredible music…”

His parents, struggling to keep up, were looking to Zoop for more explanations whilst Zoop looked at Wins with sheer astonishment.

Wins knew what he had to do. “Mum,” Wins sheepishly confessed, “I think I might have eaten your science project.”

 
 
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Winner Winner would never have been written without the insights & ideas of the following authors and artists

 
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Thinking, Fast & slow

This Nobel prize winning novel provides detailed insights into how our decision making cognition frequently lets us down as well as the two interconnected modes in which we think - intuition & rational thought.

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Mindset

Mindset explores the two opposing and unconscious ways in which we approach challenges such as learning & education - Fixed Mindset & Growth Mindset.

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CONSCIOUSNESS explained

As the title implies, this is a deep and detailed explanation of the curious phenomenon of human consciousness based on evidence and experiment.

 
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Synesthesia

A fascinating exploration of the strange & wonderful world of mixed sensations. This empathetic book untangles not only the possible reasons behind synesthesia, but also the personal experiences of synesthetes’ daily lives & their unique discoveries that they aren’t alone in the world.

 

Bounce

Through the lens of sport, former Table Tennis champion explores the world of expertise, dispelling the myth of ‘natural talent’ & developing the idea of learned skills, deliberate practice & the growth mindset.

 

You are awesome

Matthew Syed unpacks the lessons of Bounce for a younger audience showing teens and young adults how they can work towards achieving their goals, what ever those goals may be.

 
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the immortal game - a history of chess

For over 1500 years one game refused to be held by cities, seas or civilizations. This book recounts the history and cultural influence of chess in an engaging & accessible style.

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Seeing what others don’t

Providing the counterpoint to Thinking, Fast & Slow, this book shows how our decision making cognition often allows us to make astonishing leaps of intuitive judgment to solve problems in maverick moves which would never be achievable by rational thinking alone.

dreamrider & Redline - lazerhawk

Perhaps the most important of all these muses were provided by the albums Dreamrider and Redline by the musical artist Lazerhawk, without which the author would not have been able to visualise Winner Winner. These two albums played over every keystroke made in writing this novel and were instrumental to shaping the feel and tone of Winston Winters’ story.

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Marmite & Marmalade

A Standalone short story for very young children By Benjamin Leon Dadds

For my three little lions

 

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wouldn’t eat her breakfast. She did NOT like cereal, she did NOT like porridge and she did not EVEN like pancakes!

One morning she was crying because she did NOT want to eat breakfast… when there was a knock at the door.

The little girl opened the door and who did she see standing there but a little lion!

The little lion said I’m sorry to bother you little girl but I heard you crying all the way from the other side of the jungle- why are you crying so?

The little girl would not stop crying so her mummy said “she does NOT want to eat her breakfast.” Looking concerned, the little lion said to the little girl “You must eat your breakfast or else you will have a hungry tummy!”

But the little girl said “I DON’T want to eat my breakfast!” The little lion looked confused, before purring “Well, may I eat your breakfast then? Because I am a very hungry little lion.” The little girl could not stop crying, but asked her mummy if she could invite the little lion to come inside for breakfast.

The little girl’s mummy happily let the little lion sit down at their breakfast table where he was delighted to find chocolate cereal, sweets, crumpets & marmalade & marmite, pancakes & marshmallows, hot chocolate  & tea, beans on toast with grated cheddar cheese & a big jug of ice cold creamy milk.

The little lion had never seen such a feast and set about filling his plate.

First, he poured hot chocolate over his beans on toast, then he mixed marmite & marmalade in his mug of milk. The little girl stopped crying and watched in wonder.

Next the little lion put chocolate cereal in his tea & rubbed marshmallows on the grated cheddar cheese. As a wide feline grin spread over the little lion’s furry face he began ravenously wolfing down his abominable breakfast.

“THAT” the little girl said “Is NOT how you eat breakfast!”

The little lion stopped. “What do you mean?”

The little girl carefully poured milk over a bowl of chocolate cereal, picked up her spoon and showed the little lion how he was meant to eat breakfast.

The little lion marvelled at his new friend’s strange eating habit.

“Also,” the little girl said “You have either marmalade OR marmite… but always on crumpets – NEVER EVER in your milk!”

The little girl showed the little lion how to spread the orangey jam over her breakfast treat.

The little lion was astonished and now it was the little lion who started to cry.

“But now I’m all full up and I don’t have any room to eat my breakfast properly!”

The little girl looked at her mummy with a question in her eyes. The little girl’s mummy put her hand on the little lion’s sticky paw and said “Would you like to come for breakfast tomorrow, and every day after?”

The little lion lion’s golden eyes lit up “Really?!”

The little girl smiled and said “Really – really.”

And from then on the little girl never cried at breakfast because she always shared it with her new best friend & the little lion never rubbed marshmallows on his cheddar cheese or put marmalade and marmite in his mug of milk again.