It’s officially time for Vivian Kirkfield’s 50 Precious Words contest, in which kidlit writers try to compose a complete story (beginning, middle, and end) 50 words or less in length. This is, in my opinion, the most challenging of the blog-based writing contests I know, because of the brevity. Here’s my entry! This year, I’ve gone for humor.
Kitten to Owl
“Today I’ll be an owl,” said Kitten. He climbed a tree and perched on a branch.
“Hoo! Hoo!” He hooted. But it sounded more like “Mew! Mew!”
Passersby panicked. “Help! There’s a kitten stuck in a tree!”
The fire department rescued him.
“Tomorrow I’ll be an ostrich instead,” he decided.
Each January brings a writing challenge that’s both fun and useful: StoryStorm. This is an idea-generating challenge, in which you try to create 30 ideas in the span of 31 days. Each day there are helpful blog posts, too. You can find the first one here.
I’ve written about StoryStorm before; this is the third year I’ve participated. For this year, though, I want to set myself an additional challenge. You see, my problem with StoryStorm is that the habit of jotting down ideas doesn’t last with me once the challenge ends.
I want to stay in the habit of writing down ideas even when I don’t have a challenge to aim for. So this year, to start small, I challenge myself to come up with ten new ideas each month after StoryStorm. I know that I may very well not keep up with it, but I’m pretty sure that I will get more ideas than if I didn’t set a goal.
Sounds like a good idea, no? And hey, it’s not too late to join StoryStorm!
Every year, Susanna Leonard Hill hosts her Halloweensie contest, which invites writers of children’s literature to write a Halloween story in 100 words or less. Today marks the first day of the Halloweensie contest, so if you want to read some great Halloween stories, hop over to Susanna’s blog!
And here’s my story . . .
The Spookiest House on the Block.
Skeletons dangled from the trees, twisting in the wind. Flickering lights barely illumined the sidewalk.
“Maybe we should just go to the next house,” Aiden whispered.
“No way,” Sophie said. She adjusted her mask, gulped, and crept carefully past clinging cobwebs.
“WELCOME!” Something lurking on the porch turned glowing red eyes towards them. Aiden shrieked.
Sophie ran past the figure and slammed her hand on the doorbell. “Trick or treat!” she gasped.
“Happy Halloween,” replied the man who answered. He dropped several treats into her bag.
Here we are in October. Everyone’s sipping their pumpkin drinks and planning for Halloween. Do you know what else it’s time for? The Fall Writing Frenzy, a contest for kidlit writers. It’s not too late to join the challenge, either! Find the rules here.
And here’s my entry for this year.
Footfalls echo around me as I run, trying to pretend that things are fine, that I’m just a normal kid jogging in the woods. Trying to pretend that I’m bold and brave. Trying to pretend that the red cloaks are not roaming the woods, axes in hand, just looking for a wolf to chop.
Every breath I draw hurts now. If I tried to speak, I would find my throat raw. At least the woods are on my side: I can hear the trees shifting around me to cover my tracks; hear the paths hissing as they shift position behind me. I mouth a silent thank you and keep running, heading for the pack grounds deep in the heart of the woods. Any red cloaks that follow me there will get more wolves than they can handle.
Behind me, hoofbeats pound. Someone is catching up to me. I bite my lip and run faster. I don’t know how long I can keep this up, but I’m almost to pack land. Once I get there, I can shift form and run on four legs.
Uh-oh. Someone’s throwing axes now. First one misses . . . CRACK! Second one? Better aim.