Susanna Leonard Hill has put Halloweensie away, but she has brought out a spanking new contest, VALENTINY! Get your red on and write a Valentine story filled with emotion. Your story can be poetry or prose, sweet, funny, surprising or anything in between. Please conform to 214 words or less. You MUST have a grumpy character to add some obnoxious flavor to all that ooey-gooey sweetness. Please do not include illustration notes. Post your story on your blog between 12:00 AM EDT Monday February 8th and Friday February 12th by 11:59 EDT and add your post-specific link to the list that will accompany Susanna's February 8th post. Chomp your chocolate and sing a song while you dream of your sweet love ... or the contest prizes ;)
CUPID #6
by Charlotte Dixon
Cupid #6 stared at the people snatching up potted plants of red and pink blooms. A humongous Valentine’s Day banner hung over his head. He couldn’t move. Statue’s must be silent and still ...
until ...
Cupid #6 wiggled his itchy big toe.
“Ronnie, did you see the cupid move his big toe?” asked Silbey.
“Silbey, don’t be silly,” grumped her brother. “Help me carry this fertilizer.”
Silbey tottered back and forth under the bag’s weight. Glancing over her shoulder, she gasped.
Cupid #6 winked.
“Ronnie, that cupid winked.”
“Silbey, I’m going to tell mom you’re fibbing. You’ll get a timeout,” grouched Ronnie.
Ronnie poked Silbey in the arm and pulled her ponytail.
Silbey puckered her lip. While Ronnie chatted with the store clerk, she snuck back to the statue.
Cupid #6 stood frozen, alone on his shelf. Silbey smiled.
He smiled back.
“Will you be my Valentine?” asked Silbey.
Rushing up to his sister, Ronnie hissed, “Boy, are you going to get it.”
“No. You’re going to get it,” said Cupid #6.
Ronnie’s knees shook.
Cupid #6 aimed his arrow and shot Ronnie with love.
Ronnie yowled ...
until ...
he swooned and grinned.
Before leaving the store, Ronnie bought Silbey a Valentine ... Cupid #6.
by Charlotte Dixon
Cupid #6 stared at the people snatching up potted plants of red and pink blooms. A humongous Valentine’s Day banner hung over his head. He couldn’t move. Statue’s must be silent and still ...
until ...
Cupid #6 wiggled his itchy big toe.
“Ronnie, did you see the cupid move his big toe?” asked Silbey.
“Silbey, don’t be silly,” grumped her brother. “Help me carry this fertilizer.”
Silbey tottered back and forth under the bag’s weight. Glancing over her shoulder, she gasped.
Cupid #6 winked.
“Ronnie, that cupid winked.”
“Silbey, I’m going to tell mom you’re fibbing. You’ll get a timeout,” grouched Ronnie.
Ronnie poked Silbey in the arm and pulled her ponytail.
Silbey puckered her lip. While Ronnie chatted with the store clerk, she snuck back to the statue.
Cupid #6 stood frozen, alone on his shelf. Silbey smiled.
He smiled back.
“Will you be my Valentine?” asked Silbey.
Rushing up to his sister, Ronnie hissed, “Boy, are you going to get it.”
“No. You’re going to get it,” said Cupid #6.
Ronnie’s knees shook.
Cupid #6 aimed his arrow and shot Ronnie with love.
Ronnie yowled ...
until ...
he swooned and grinned.
Before leaving the store, Ronnie bought Silbey a Valentine ... Cupid #6.