The #FallWritingFrenzy 2022 contest train has pulled into the station and its raring to pullout with some awesome fall entries! Huge thanks to our hostesses, Lydia Lukidis, Kaitlyn Sanchez, and Alyssa Reynoso-Morris for this fall fun with SPOOK-tacular prizes.
This contest is for un-agented writers. Your entry should be 200 words or less and appeal to ages from board books through young adult. See image prompts and contest rules by using the button below.
This contest is for un-agented writers. Your entry should be 200 words or less and appeal to ages from board books through young adult. See image prompts and contest rules by using the button below.
My 196 word story started the moment I passed my first pumpkin patch. I live in a farming community and those cornstalks went down and the pumpkins lined up. I hope you enjoy reading my pumpkin humor and horror entry. Happy fall y’all!
Halloween - Credit: Samantha Hurley/Burst
SADIE GRACE CARVES A PUMPKIN
(Word Count: 196)
by
Charlotte Dixon
Ghost Sadie Grace searched for the perfect pumpkin in her patch, until . . .
she spied Scarecrow.
“Poor thing. Would you like a face?”
Scarecrow nodded.
Sadie Grace carved eyes, poked a nose, and scooped a mouth.
She held up a mirror.
“Humph!” mumbled Scarecrow.
“What’s wrong?”
Scarecrow pointed to his mouth.
“Wuffle, wuffle.”
“Oh!” said Sadie Grace. “A larger mouth?”
She gashed and gouged a cavernous crater.
“Spookier eyes!” said Scarecrow.
Sadie Grace sliced and slit eerie eyes.
“Is this scary enough?” she asked.
“I want freaky!” grumped Scarecrow.
Sadie Grace chiseled super-sized fangs.
“Is this freaky enough?” she asked.
“BONE-CHILLING!” cackled Scarecrow.
“You’re SPOOK-TACULAR,” said Sadie Grace.
“Oh! Thank you,” tee-heed Scarecrow. “Happy Horrific Halloween.”
Sadie Grace faded away.
POOF!
Scarecrow sneered under a red moon until . . .
a murder of crows perched on his head.
CAW! CAW! CAW!
They PECKED.
They JABBED.
And CRUNCHED until . . .
“Those pumpkin seeds were CA-CAWESOME!” clamored the crows.
Later, Sadie Grace returned to the pumpkin patch but . . .
her ectoplasm shook like jelly.
“Scarecrow!” screeched Sadie Grace. “Why is your head hollow?”
“Can’t remember. My brain itches,” said Scarecrow. “It feels like its stuffed with
tickling feathers.”
(Word Count: 196)
by
Charlotte Dixon
Ghost Sadie Grace searched for the perfect pumpkin in her patch, until . . .
she spied Scarecrow.
“Poor thing. Would you like a face?”
Scarecrow nodded.
Sadie Grace carved eyes, poked a nose, and scooped a mouth.
She held up a mirror.
“Humph!” mumbled Scarecrow.
“What’s wrong?”
Scarecrow pointed to his mouth.
“Wuffle, wuffle.”
“Oh!” said Sadie Grace. “A larger mouth?”
She gashed and gouged a cavernous crater.
“Spookier eyes!” said Scarecrow.
Sadie Grace sliced and slit eerie eyes.
“Is this scary enough?” she asked.
“I want freaky!” grumped Scarecrow.
Sadie Grace chiseled super-sized fangs.
“Is this freaky enough?” she asked.
“BONE-CHILLING!” cackled Scarecrow.
“You’re SPOOK-TACULAR,” said Sadie Grace.
“Oh! Thank you,” tee-heed Scarecrow. “Happy Horrific Halloween.”
Sadie Grace faded away.
POOF!
Scarecrow sneered under a red moon until . . .
a murder of crows perched on his head.
CAW! CAW! CAW!
They PECKED.
They JABBED.
And CRUNCHED until . . .
“Those pumpkin seeds were CA-CAWESOME!” clamored the crows.
Later, Sadie Grace returned to the pumpkin patch but . . .
her ectoplasm shook like jelly.
“Scarecrow!” screeched Sadie Grace. “Why is your head hollow?”
“Can’t remember. My brain itches,” said Scarecrow. “It feels like its stuffed with
tickling feathers.”
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