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Fall Writing Frenzy 2021

The Challenge

Pick one of the Fall images (provided) and write a 200-word max piece inspired by that picture.

Rosh Hashanah – Credit: Bing

My Entry: BAD APPLES (158 words)

Three stinky children reeking of candyfloss and syrup stole into my garden one day, and with their grubby little hands plucked three of my ruby Red Deliciouses. Their eyes danced with dreams of toffee apples. They shrugged away warnings that A WITCH LIVES ‘ERE.

Two cups of flour and one cup of fat. Maybe I’ll dunk those brats in scorching sugar. Six teaspoons of ice-cold water, the kind you’ll find in the deepest, darkest, depths of my well. Maybe I’ll glaze their chubby cheeks with caramel. Press together into silky dough. Perhaps I’ll mount them on giant popsicle sticks. And flatten with a rolling pin like roadkill.

But they’d only scare off the crows.

Two hours later, to the sound of silence in the playground, I rested the steaming hot pie on the window ledge. Honey and spice frosted the air. Crumbly pastry sparkling with sugar longed to be cracked. And beneath?

The perfect recipe for bad apples.

Posted in Short Stories

Valentiny Writing Contest 2020

The Challenge

To write a children’s Valentines story, in which someone feels curious, using a maximum of 214 words.

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My Entry: ‘CUPID CAPER’ (214 words)

“One last time.” The cop rubbed his jowl. “Where were you on the night of February 14th?”

The chubby cherub scratched his bottom. Wing-cuffed, because he was considered a flight-risk, Cupid had been in the windowless room for ten hours.

“I was at home, watching Love Actually.” With his rosy cheeks, bottomless blue eyes, and golden curls, he had the face of a criminal.

“Can anyone verify that?”

“Would you believe me if I said the Easter Bunny?”

The cop slammed his hand on the table. “Tell me how you did it, Mr Cupid!”

“I can’t do that, Chief Inspector.” There was a twinkle in Cupid’s eye, like a villain.

Furiously frazzled and utterly knick-knacked, the cop stormed out.

“Any luck, sir?” the rookie asked.

The cop took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow. “Diddly-squat.”

“But every year, sir, like clockwork: the switchboard gets inundated with calls of people falling in love!”

The cop hurled his handkerchief to the ground. “I know! And the culprit is in that room! What I don’t know is, how he does it.”

“The victims?”

“Don’t remember a blasted thing.”

“I’ve got a friend, married 25 years because of him. It’s scandalous!”

The cop chuckled mirthlessly. “Oh, he’s been playing this game a lot longer than that, sunshine.”


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Thank you to Susanna Hill for setting up this marvellous contest; to the judges for their time in judging all the amazing entries posted (an unenviable task); and to the prize-givers for putting the icing on the cake.

The Result:

I am absolutely over-the-moon to have been awarded an HONOURABLE MENTION for humour! Yay me!