To help celebrate the season, and snap us out of our mid-winter doldrums, the wonderful and talented Susanna Hill has conceived of, and orchestrates, the best-ever Valentine’s Day treat for kidlit writers and readers: the Valentiny Writing Contest.
With Hopeful Heart!
The 3rd Annual Valentiny Writing Contest!!!
The Contest: since writing for children is all about “big emotion for little people” (I forget who said that, but someone did so I put it in quotes!) and Valentine’s Day is all about emotion, write a Valentines story appropriate for children (children here defined as ages 12 and under) maximum 214 words in which someone is hopeful! Your someone can hope for something good or something bad. Your story can be poetry or prose, sweet, funny, surprising or anything in between, but it will only count for the contest if it includes someone hopeful (can be the main character but doesn’t have to be) and is 214 words (get it? 2/14 for Valentine’s Day). You can go under the word count but not over! (Title is not included in the word count.)
Check out the many fabulous entries at Susanna’s site. And I hope you enjoy my heartfelt entry, coming in at 213 words (and posted on 2/13!),
“Another holiday? There’s too many holidays in this school,” Aaliyah grumbled.
She remembered the Thanksgiving feast. All of the food disappeared, except Mama’s Baba Ghanoush. She cringed as she recalled the winter concert, and the finger-pointing at Bibi’s abaya.
“What’s wrong?” asked Mama. She read the note Aaliyah held, slowly. Twice.
“It’s cards. For your classmates. You can make them. Here’s paper and your brother’s pens. They’ll be beautiful.”
Mama was right. The Valentines were beautiful, especially the one for Teacher. Aaliyah grinned.
She skipped into school on Valentine’s Day. But then she saw the chocolates on Teacher’s desk and her classmates’ store-bought Valentines. Tears trickled down Aaliyah’s cheeks. The homemade Valentines didn’t look as beautiful now.
She tried to hide the Valentines in her backpack, but Teacher said, “Please drop them in your classmates’ bags.”
“The bags look full,” Aaliyah mumbled.
“My tummy hurts,” Aaliyah complained.
“You can visit the nurse’s office, after you hand out the Valentines.”
With trembling hands, Aaliyah held out the last Valentine, for Teacher.
“What a gorgeous Valentine!” Teacher exclaimed. “Did you make it? Will you share your talent, please, and teach us how to draw these swirling letters?”
Aaliyah grinned, wiped her tears and hoped that the next holiday would be like Valentine’s Day.