Awooooo!
I do love a Halloween-themed writing contest!
When I got word of this one, I couldn't resist. I plopped right down and spun this yarn in one sitting. Yup. There's nothing that gets my writing-rhyming juices flowing like a time-sensitive challenge. (Reminds me of my Madness Poetry days. *sigh*) And yes, my story/poem comes in at 200 words, on the nose.
Without further ado (and with many thanks to the contest organizers), here's my entry for this year's Fall Writing Frenzy, sponsored by author Lydia Lukidis and agent Kaitlyn Leanne Sanchez. Also posted are the two photos that served as my inspiration.
(p.s. Learn more about the Fall Writing Frenzy challenge here.)
I do love a Halloween-themed writing contest!
When I got word of this one, I couldn't resist. I plopped right down and spun this yarn in one sitting. Yup. There's nothing that gets my writing-rhyming juices flowing like a time-sensitive challenge. (Reminds me of my Madness Poetry days. *sigh*) And yes, my story/poem comes in at 200 words, on the nose.
Without further ado (and with many thanks to the contest organizers), here's my entry for this year's Fall Writing Frenzy, sponsored by author Lydia Lukidis and agent Kaitlyn Leanne Sanchez. Also posted are the two photos that served as my inspiration.
(p.s. Learn more about the Fall Writing Frenzy challenge here.)
| Witchy Wishes by Heather Kinser A busy, in-a-tizzy witch goes swishing on a broom. The Happy Haunt is happening! She hurries through the gloom. The monsters are expecting her. She mustn’t let them down. But crowds of clouds confuse… and Witchy loses sight of town! Below, the spooks are waiting for their Witchy to appear-- she conjures each a special wish on Halloween each year. A skull for every skeleton! A fang for every ghoul! A web for every spider! “Just one wish,” is Witchy’s rule. “Witchy’s running late!” a gastly ghost begins to moan. Werewolf howls, “With Witchy gone, I’ll never get my bone.” “I can’t have my linen bands,” a mummy kid complains. Zombie grunts, “Without our witch I won’t receive my brains.” A devil with a pitchfork sheds a tiny, worried tear. He makes an earnest, heartfelt wish that Witchy will appear… “I hope dear Witchy, safe and sound, will join our party soon.” Instantly…the witch appears beneath a sliver moon! “Apologies for being late! My travel plans were cursed.” She scans the eager faces, “Little Devil, you go first.” “But Witchy dear, I used my wish,” says Devil. “What a shame… I’ll grant an extra wish reward-- a nice eternal flame!” |   |
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