Please vote for your favorite 50-word story in the comments by April 7.
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We'll email the winner, ask if she wants chocolate or a book (some people said when they entered, some did not), and announce the winner on April 8.
Thanks!
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- 1.
“Leave the iPad behind!”- My island-bred kids are sullen. The speedboat will deprive them of cyber-fun:
- “Been to Staffa before… Too cold…. Get seasick….. ”
Slumped,
reluctant shoulders are slowly, inadvertently uplifted into sea-spray,
wind and sunlight as the boat jolts through glistening waves, then
planes – exultant - towards open sea.
Anonymous
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- 2. Oodles of Poodles in Paris, France (50 words)
It’s a Paris tour, bon jour!
Boy pups with all their clutter,
Set long lashes aflutter.
Bow-wow! Kiss mail set a-sail. . .
Stray waiters with noodles
and quay painters with doodles
slow chance romance.
Enfin! In the tail-tale airmail sails.
Our poodles wave “Toodles!”
with one last glance at Paris, France.
- 3. STORY IN 50 WORDS
"Worry never goes away," Mama said to Sophie. Sophie didn't understand. "Unless you're grateful," Mama added. So Sophie made a list. Birds. Blueberries. Wind. Whirligigs. Before Sophie could finish, Mama had made a grateful list of her own starting with the name of her girl. Sophie.
posse
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- 4.
- Two black cats, boxing at midnight. Two against one frantically squeaking mouse. The mouse is battered from playful paws. The cats aren’t hungry; the mouse darts under the kitchen island. The best cat toys are the ones that move. The cats forfeit when the mouse surrenders; exhaustion wins the mouse’s life.
- Katana Leig
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The man sharpened his blade, the time had come.
He walked alone. Fall leaves fell behind him creating shadows that played with his mind. Before another could rest upon the ground to decay, he stabbed the metal chest. Oil seeped into the earth from the life-like machine keeping him prisoner.
Naomi Canale
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5.
Friends
by Dea Irby
Two teen-aged girls giggled in the van's back seat; their moms chatted in the front. Giggles flooded the dressing rooms in every store as they tried on many different outfits. Four stores, no clothes. Giggles continued on the ride home. It was a successful shopping day.
An evil darkness eclipsed the desert, so Caleb Grady stuffed the golden relic in between his vest and his heart. If all the stories were true, he’d be rich. Six more steps through the blazing sand, and he’d be home free. Lightning cracked. The statue survived. A dream died.
ryter222 dking
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8. Distraction
When Grandma flung back the fishing line, she never suspected the surprising catch of the day. Likewise, Hopper, her grandson who sculpted a fortified sand castle nearby, never imagined his own impending adventure. Backward out of the sky dropped the lure that pierced Hopper’s lip, Grandma’s greatest catch ever.
- Feeling her soul slip its mortal tether, Sybil gazed past
breaking waves. What if she just swam until exhaustion set her free?
No. Back at the beach cottage, she gave her grandsons one last hug, lay
on her bed and whispered, “See Ya;” her soul rising with the words.
Sarah Maury Swan
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10.
- Our husbands died soon after. So untimely. So wealthy.She loves Caribbean islands with Adonis arm candy. I prefer a Rolls-Royce and freedom.Yearly, we visit their graves with our undying gratitude, and plastic flowers.Marnie___________________________________________________________________