 Something different this Sunday. My first ever young adult writing contest.
June Writing Contest for Teens School’s out, so now it’s time for your own assignments. When I was a teen, I loved the freedom from homework in the summertime so I could write. I kept a journal for my own wonderings and observations, but summer allowed me to write poetry and short stories. I didn’t submit them to anyone. I wrote them for myself, typed them and glued them into my creative writing journal (which I still have). The unstructured sunny days allowed me to take the time to ponder, observe, fantasize and dream. My writing blossomed in summer because there wasn’t anyone telling me what to write. It was all me. I’d like to give you that chance. Here is the first ThisGirl Summer Writing Contest. In 200 words or less, describe a best friend. Could be your real BFF, or it could be a fantasy. In prose or poetry. No other restrictions than the word count. Oh, and you must be 13 to 18 years old. Submit your entry by June 28. Paste your entry or link below. The winner will be featured on this site’s homepage and receive acclaim on Twitter and Facebook. Each monthly summer winner will be in the running for a free signed copy of “This Girl Climbs Trees” in September. Good luck! UPDATE: CONGRATULATIONS, EMILY REEVES OF TENNESSEE FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL ODE NOW FEATURED ON THE EXTRA BITS PAGE. Write on!
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6/18/2014 01:09:25 pm
How it is that a sound-slinger and a word-weaver communicate, I still can’t say. I watch her muddy eyes flit over her page of runes and wonder who taught her this language. Like me, did she have a Bard, a Tolkien, a Rowling? Her fluttering fingers draw my attention as they tease music from the strings. She sways with the instrument, unconscientiously dancing along. Some days, the bruise under her chin is a dull lilac, and on others, it blisters red. Her violin kiss, she calls it. Today it is a leathery pink, which tells me the notes have been coming fluidly this past week. Her bow plays my heartstrings, and I grasp for my security—my words—and find none. Play on, I beg. Play on. 6/19/2014 06:06:02 am
Emily, that is lovely! Beautiful images. I hope you share this with your BFF. Thanks for your entry I think you've raised the bar for entries. I am sure others will be inspired by your poetic way with words. Leave a Reply. |
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