Antsy Valentines

Hang onto your chocolate everyone!  It’s time for . . .

The Third Annual Pretty Much World Famous – Valentiny Writing Contest!!!

Valentiny Writing Contest 2018

Valen-tiny because the stories are not very long and are written for little people 🙂

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 Valentines 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 Valentines Day 🙂 Follow the link to learn more or enter yourself.  https://susannahill.com/2018/02/10/follow-your-heart-the-3rd-annual-valentiny-writing-contest/

I’m having so much fun, I wrote a second  – 214 words Happy Valentine’s Day!

Antsy Valentines

“Oh no!” Mason stared at the calendar on the anthill wall. “Valentine’s Day and I didn’t get a gift for Abeegail. She’ll be stinging mad if I show up empty-legged,” he moaned. “I hope I find something on the way to school!”

He searched the meadow for clover, Abeegail’s favorite flower. Nothing, only dead grass and crunchy leaves. He checked the flower shop, but they didn’t sell clover. Losing hope, Mason walked on in the cold February wind. “My feelers are going to freeze and fall off.” He scurried across the playground, staring up at the giant humans on their way to school.

Plop! Clickity plop! Candies tumbled from a girl’s backpack. One crashed in front of him and he smacked into it. His six legs tangled together. He stared at the purple candy. “This is perfect!” he exclaimed. Mason grabbed the treat and dashed to his classroom.

“There you are,” said Abeegail, buzzing over to him. “I was getting antsy waiting for you,” she giggled. “Get it? Ant-sy?” She handed him a tiny jar, “Honey from my beehive.”

“Thanks,” said Mason, blushing. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, handing her his gift. “Hope you like it.”

“I love it,” cried Abeegail, as she read the words on the purple candy heart. “Bee Mine.”

Valentiny Contest – Hope’s Valentine

The Third Annual Pretty Much World Famous
Valentiny Writing Contest!!!

Valentiny Writing Contest 2018

Valen-tiny because the stories are not very long and are written for little people 🙂

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 Valentines 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 Valentines Day 🙂Follow this link to learn more, read the entries, or, better yet, submit your own entry!  https://susannahill.com/2018/02/10/follow-your-heart-the-3rd-annual-valentiny-writing-contest/comment-page-2/#comment-47801

Susanna Hill’s contests are so much fun! Here is my first entry:

Hope’s Valentine

Emma skipped to her porch munching a Valentine’s cookie. As crumbs dribbled down, a tongue reached out from under the steps. “What?” She scrunched down and a dog’s nose nudged her hand. Emma yelled through the door, “Mom, come quick!”

“Goodness,” said her mom, kneeling next to Emma. “She’s starving. Let’s get her inside.”

Emma reached in, “There’s . . . a puppy!” She clasped a wiggly, chocolate-colored pup in her hands. “Look, there’s a white heart on her forehead! I’m calling her, Valentine!”

The dog snuggled up to Emma and her puppy. Something sparkled through her matted fur – a tag. Emma squinted and read, “Hope.”

The dog’s tail thumped.

“Are you Hope?” Thump. Lick. Emma called the number etched on the tag.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m Emma Willett. Do you have a dog named Hope?”

“Heavens, she’s been missing a year. Is she okay?”

“Yes, but very hungry,” said Emma, giving the woman her address.

“I’ll be there soon.”

Later, Hope whined as Emma greeted a silver-haired woman.

Hope flew to her, wiggling from nose to tail. Joy lit the woman’s face, replaced by concern as the puppy scampered up. “I can’t keep them both. Would you like the puppy when she’s old enough?”

“Oh yes!” cried Emma. “She’ll be my chocolate Valentine!”