Trick or Treat Treasure!

Entering another writing comp. This time it’s Susanna Hill’s Halloweensie Contest.

The challenge: Write a 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (children here defined as 12 and under) (title not included in the 100 words), using the words skeleton, creep, and mask. My poem/story is below this little cutie 🙂

The skeleton is creeping

While everybody’s sleeping

Guilty heartbeat leaping

For the hidden candy jar.

The skeleton is sneaking

Dusty floorboards creaking

Pining, prowling, peaking

For the hidden candy jar.

The skeleton is grinning

Mask thrown off and spinning

Knows that he is winning

Here’s the hidden candy jar.

The skeleton is munching

Chewing, cracking, crunching

He’s feverishly lunching

From the hidden candy jar.

The skeleton is fleeing

He’s heard his Mummy peeing

Cannot bear her seeing

The EMPTY candy jar.

Bones Night Out

Cracking open the blog to post another story comp entry. This one thanks to Kaitlyn Leann Sanchez and Lydia Lukidis is #FallFrenzy https://lydialukidis.wordpress.com/fall-writing-frenzy-contest-2020/

Apologies in advance, my family reckon I’m channeling my inner 13-year-old boy!

The story was inspired by this image:

Credit Unsplashed

‘’You made it!”

“Just!” Jerry cast a disgruntled glance in the direction of his sister, Dee. A lone bone, sipping a calcium-fortified milk in a dusty corner of the club. “Mom said I had to bring her.”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Doug. “The sign out front says NO UNDER-AGE SKELETONS ALLOWED.”

“I know,” Jerry glared. “Mom gave me the old hipbone’s connected to the thigh bone line. THEN she discovered the fine print on the sign – Mummies accepted. So, she sweet-talked the bouncer and here we are.”

“OMG!” squeaked Doug. “Don’t look now. Grace Skelly’s coming over!”

Jerry swallowed hard. Suddenly, he was hot under the collar bone.

“Doug Upp, right?” said Grace, extending a bony hand.

“Yes,” squeaked Doug.

“Care to dance?”

“Sure,” said Doug.

Nobody loves me, thought Jerry as he watched the pair disappear among the grooving masses.

“Hey!” It was Dee. “You need me doncha? I could feel it in my bones.”

Bonehead! thought Jerry.

“Wanna dance?”

Jerry groaned. He wasn’t sure he had the stomach for it.

But Dee grabbed him by the funny bone and steered him onto the dance floor.

Pablo’s Valentine

*This is an entry in Susanna Leonard Hill’s Valentiny Writing Contest – a 214 word story for kids incorporating the theme of guilt! Thanks for the opportunity Susanna

 

 

Pablo was a practical joker about to meet his match…

He was hiding in the garbage when Polly came pecking.

BOO!

Poor Polly lost a few feathers!

‘Hmmph!’ she thought. ‘This guy needs taking down a peg or two.’

So, when Pablo noticed an attractive pigeon – mysteriously submerged in the lake – Polly had an idea.

‘Why hello there,’ said Pablo, plumping his feathers. ‘You’re a pretty thing!’

From behind a tree, Polly projected her voice. ‘Coo! So are you!’

 

Pablo returned to the lake again.

‘Why don’t you come to the shore my love?’ he asked.

‘I need to cool off,’ said Polly. A couple of her feathers fell out.

 

The next day Pablo paced beside the lake – as did his beloved.

‘Beautiful bird,’ he cooed. ‘Will you be my Valentine?’

Polly’s grin slipped. A few more feathers fell out. Her tummy flipped over.

 

Pablo waded into the water.

‘No!’ Polly cried and flew in front of him, ‘Pablo, it was me. I’m your Valentine!’

‘What?’

By now, only Pablo’s head was above water.

‘The bird you saw – it was a reflection, silly!’

Polly flew to shore and returned with a stick in her beak.

‘Grab this!’

Safely on shore, Pablo’s eyelids flickered.

‘Forgive me?’ begged Polly.

‘Coo!’ said Pablo. ‘Fancy some hot chips?’