Scaredy Cat — Susanna Hill’s HALLOWEENSIE CONTEST
October 29, 2013
Susanna Leonard Hill, who comes up with the most delightful ideas, is hosting her annual Halloweensie writing contest on her blog this week. The “weensie” part of the Halloweensie title indicates the length of the story contestants are to write, and believe me, this year the word limit makes for a very weensie story.
The rules are, as stated in the announcement post on her blog, “write a 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (title not included in the 100 words), using the words spooky, black cat, and cackle. Your story can be scary, funny or anything in between, poetry or prose, but it will only count for the contest if it includes those 3 words (you can count black cat as one word) and is 100 words (you can go under, but not over!)” Doesn’t ask much, does she? Then we are to post our story on our blog, and leave a link in the contest post. There are wonderful prizes to be had — manuscript critiques, picture books, great stuff. There is also much FUN to be had.
To find links to all the entries, go to the official Halloweensie Contest post on Susanna’s blog. Stories may be posted any time between 12:00 AM EDT Monday October 28th and Thursday October 31st by 11:59 PM EDT, so you may want to go back on Friday to make sure you see them all. (You’re also welcome to enter! Just post ahead of that time. If you don’t have a blog, you can post your story in the comments on Susanna’s post.) The top choices of all the stories will be posted on Susanna’s blog on November 4th, and you’ll have a chance to vote for the winner. The winner will be announced on November 6th.
To read my entry, which creeps in at 100 words exactly, click on the magic words…
“Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat!”
Cackle cringed. Her brother, Jackal, was right. She was scared. Everything was so spooky tonight. Goblins and monsters and ghosts – oh my!
Jackal hissed. Cackle hid.
Zombies stomped by. Witches shrieked. Cackle’s hair stood on end.
Why was Jackal still tormenting her?
But it wasn’t Jackal. Three boys were pointing at a little witch with a crooked hat, who was sucking her thumb.
The little black cat leaped at the boys, arched her back and hissed. The boys backed away.
“What a brave kitten!” the girl said.
Not a scaredy cat. BRAVE!