Valentiny Contest

Susanna Leonard Hill’s first ever Valentiny Contest is here! The contest: write a Valentines story appropriate for children (children here defined as ages 12 and under) maximum 214 words in which someone is grumpy!

Here’s’ mine..

GRUMPY BEAR’S VALENTINE (198 words)
by Dawn Young

Mr. Bear did not sleep well; his pillow way too lumpy.

He had nightmares.

He woke up scared.

So Mr. Bear was grumpy!

And when he reached for honey, and then realized he was out,

his tummy growled,

he sneered and scowled,

he moaned and marched about.

He huffed and puffed, with cheeks bright red, he crawled back into bed,

to take a nap

then heard TAP, TAP

A sound that hurt his head.

He shouted “STOP!” and so it did, soon he began to snore,

but then a ring

a ding, ding, ding.

Who dared approach his door?

He stomped his feet and roared, “Who’s there?” The ground and gravel shook.

No voice was heard,

yet something stirred.

Intrigued, he took a look.

Laying there, outside his lair, with honey and a teddy bear…

a heart-shaped note,

that read, I quote,

“For you, because I care.”

His heart swelled up, he couldn’t speak, his chin fell to his chest,

He’d gotten mad,

and now felt bad,

he’d scorned his thoughtful guest.

Then tracking prints, he trailed them to a cave beside the pine,

he tip-toed in

and with a grin

he asked, “Will you be mine?”

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March Madness…

It’s here….Susanna Leonard Hill’s March Madness Writing Contest!

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The Contest: Write a children’s story, in poetry or prosemaximum 400 words, that is a fractured fairy tale.
My story:
Goldibawks and the Three Pairs

Once upon a time there lived a mama duck, a daddy duck and junior duck.

One day after mama fixed seaweed stew they went out for a waddle while it cooled.

Meanwhile nearby, Goldibawks, a young chicken as yellow as the sun, who had just wandered out from the countryside, spotted an ad.

WANTED:

BASKETBALL PLAYER

FOR NCAA MARCH MADNESS BASKETBALL TOURNAMENT

TODAY AT CHICKERBOCKER ARENA

c/o National Chicken Athletic Association

Wattles wiggling, Golidbawks was eggstatic.  Back on the farm, the roosters refused to let her play. This was her chance to show those roosters in the coop that this chick can play hoop!

In a shirt, skirt and heels, Goldibawks needed gym clothes but she was too far from home. Just then she saw the ducks’ house. She knocked. No one answered. She tried the door and it opened so she let herself in.

Goldibawks looked around for gym shorts.

She found papa’s pair but they were too boring.

She found mama’s pair but they were too bright.

She found junior’s pair and they were just right, so she put them on.

Next Goldibawks looked for socks.

She found papa’s pair but they were too dingy.

She found mama’s pair but they were too white.

She found junior’s pair and they were just right, so she put them on.

Finally, Goldibawks looked for some cool kicks.

She found papa’s pair but they were too heavy.

She found mama’s pair but they were too light.

She found junior’s pair and they were just right, so she put them on.

Then the ducks burst in. Goldibawks hid.

“Somebody tried on my shorts, socks and sneakers,”  quacked papa duck.

“Somebody tried on my shorts, socks and sneakers,”  quacked mama duck.

“Somebody tried on my shorts, socks and sneakers, and still has them on,”  quacked junior duck.

With that, they spied Golidbawks, dressed in junior’s gear.

“I can eggsplain,” she clucked and told the ducks the whole story.

Eggcited for Goldibawks, the ducks escorted her to the arena.

Goldibawks joined the team alongside Charles Bawkley, Larry Byrd, Mag-chick Johnson and Michael Jord-hen.

She had a stellar game, with a dozen dunks , half a dozen assists and went twelve for twelve from the fowl line.

Her signature Goldibawks blocks and the team’s peck and roll offense led them to the NCAA championship game, which they won when Goldi tipped in the winning shot!

Happy New Year

 

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2013 was a good year, a great year actually.

I completed Dr. Mira Reisberg’s Picture Book Academy and Marsha Diane Arnold and Dr. Mira Reisberg’s Writing Wonderful Character Driven Picture Books courses. Taking these courses was one of the best things I could have ever done for my writing career. Through the PB Academy course, I became part of an inspiring community, made some wonderful friends and formed a critique group with some very talented writers.

In October I was selected to receive a one-on-one critique at our AZ SCBWI conference with a brilliant editor.

Then to end the year in the most amazing way possible…my holiday mishap story ‘Twas the Night Baafore Christmas won first place in Susanna Leonard Hill’s 3rd annual Holiday story contest.

bean1This post is about celebrating! Celebrating a bit of success after years and years of working hard to become a better writer!

Here’s to 2014…can’t wait to see what happens!

‘Twas the Night BaaFore Christmas

Susanna Leonard Hill’s 3rd Annual Holiday Writing Contest Is Here!

The Contest:  Write a children’s story about a holiday mishap, mix-up, miscommunication, mistake, or potential disaster. Not to exceed 350 words.          Thank you Susanna for this opportunity.

‘Twas the Night BaaFore Christmas

It’s Christmas Eve night, and I’ve stared at the clock,

for hours and hours…it’s time for the flock.

“I’m desperate. I need you,” I yell to the sheep.

“Start jumping or something, I must get to sleep.

Tonight’s Christmas Eve and I want a new drum,

but if I’m not sleeping, then Santa won’t come.”

They jump and I count, but soon it gets boring.

Tonight more than ever, I need to be snoring.

They’re puffing and panting and I’m wide awake.

We finally agree what we need is a break.

The sheep want a drink, so we sneak out the door

and tiptoe until…they spot goodies galore!

Dashing and darting, they scatter like mice,

they slip and they slide, like the floor’s made of ice.

They skid toward the tree and then in a flash,

it tilts, and it tips, and it topples down CRASH!

Sheep 1, 2 and 3 start stuffing themselves

with branches and balls and breakable elves.

Sheep 5’s eating cookies, while 7 and 8

are licking up crumbs and chomping the plate.

Sheep 10’s busy munching, there’s green in his teeth.

Oh great, he just wolfed down my mother’s new wreath.

Sheep 9 blares the music, and now the whole flock

wiggles their wool to the Jingle Baaaaa-ell Rock!

I get them warm milk and I read them a book.

With milk they want cookies, so 6 tries to cook.

There’s flour and sugar and eggs on the wall.

Sheep 4 wants his mommy so he starts to bawl.

I do what my mom does, I sing lullabies.

As soon as he hears them, 11 just cries.

7 is wailing, then 8 and then 9.

Then all of a sudden, they all start to whine.

They’re worn-out, I’m tired. With so much to do,

It’s time to round up every ram and each ewe.

There’s 1, 2 and 34, 5, 6  and 7,

there’s 8 and there’s 9, and 10 and 11

Oh no, now the counting has put them to sleep.

Dear Santa, bring brooms, I’ve got so much to sweep.

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