They're back! Kaitlyn Sanchez and Lydia Lukidis are back with another Fall Writing Frenzy competition for 2021. To enter, you need to go to Lydia's Wordpress site, choose an image, write your 200 word story to go with your chosen image, and follow the instructions to submit between October 1 and October 3, 2021 11:59 EST. It's loads of fun and a great way to hone your writing skills and make every word count.
Here's my story for this year. Don't forget to support each other by reading and liking as many of the entries as you can. Good luck everyone!
THE FEARLESS FIVE: HALLOWEEN SUPERHEROES
Green Devil, Pumpkin Bat, Skeleton Jack, and Buzz got dressed in their new outfits before heading out the door for trick or treat. ‘These are great! No-one will ever recognize us. Super sewing Buzz!’ announced Skeleton Jack. Buzz grinned. They all nodded in agreement. ‘Those evil, candy stealing witches won’t know a thing,’ he said, as the four heroes admired themselves in the mirror. Green Devil’s sister, Little Red, rolled her eyes as she motioned for them to hurry up. They quickly closed the door and started going from house to house yelling ‘Trick or treat!’, watching as they did so, for anything or anyone suspicious. On their way to the last house, someone screamed excitedly, ‘Ooo look! It’s the Fearless Five!’ Little Red wasn’t fooled, but the other four turned quickly and posed as the camera flash went off. ‘Mwha haha. Thanks boys,’ cackled a sneaky witch, as she quickly scooped up their baskets full of candy and zoomed away. ‘Drats!’ mumbled the four in unison, blinking away the bright light and kicking the pavement. ‘You guys never learn,’ sighed Little Red. ‘Guess we’ll have to share mine again. C’mon. Let’s go home.’
The Fearless Five: Halloween Superheroes © Kerry Gittins 2021. All Rights Reserved.
One of our #FallWritingFrenzy creators Kaitlyn Sanchez has challenged us to take our original Fall Writing Frenzy piece and flip it by putting it in another setting or switching the MC to his/her/their antagonist, then share, tag and retweet! My original story has now taken on a distinctly sinister feel and the ending is VERY different! This was SO. MUCH. FUN!
‘I spy with my little eye something beginning with . . .’ she began, but I wasn’t listening. Something was stirring at the bottom of the tree.
Leaves began to jump in the middle of what could only be a faerie circle - mushrooms with white stalks and conical tops, growing at the base of the tree.
‘A faerie ring!’ I breathed.
Inside the ring, a dark hole was forming, the leaves caught, spiraling downward as it grew wider and deeper.
With Sasha transfixed by the hole, I gave a quick, gentle push, and down she fell.
I watched as she was pulled deeper into the abyss, arms stretched upwards, her look of terror and cries for help fading away. Then came a tiny rumble and ziipp! and the hole was gone.
SashaFlipped © Kerry Gittins 2020. All Rights Reserved.
It's finally here! Time to enter this fantastic competition designed by Lydia Lukidis and Kaitlyn Sanchez. Image #5 was one of my favourites because it made me think of all things faerie and magical. I had lots of fun writing the story and after quite a few rewrites, it's done! I hope you like it.
I spy with my little eye. . .
Sasha loved that game.
She also loved our maple tree.
The tree stood tall in the backyard, close to the gate, where our house backed onto woods.
We’d spend hours in the branches of that old tree, spying things like ladybirds and silvery snail trails. We’d watch 'helicopter' seeds spin down in spring, and marvel at the colors of the fall leaves.
It was during last fall that Sasha saw the faerie circle - mushrooms with long, white stalks and conical tops, growing at the base of the tree.
We had climbed up and were sitting on one of the thick, low branches telling each other stories of faeries and magic.
‘I spy a faerie ring!’ she whispered excitedly, and pointed to the bottom of the tree. ‘Let’s see if we’ll become faeries like the legend says.’
I shouted ‘Wait for me!’ but Sasha had already jumped off the branch and landed in the middle of the circle.
I watched, mouth open, as she grew smaller and smaller, until she faded away with a tiny ‘pop!’ leaving nothing behind but lines of twinkling gossamer . . .
Sasha © Kerry Gittins 2020. All Rights Reserved.