Every time I run a contest I have a great time reading fabulous entries from writers who have entered my contests before and being dazzled by new writers who are entering for the first time, visiting blogs I’ve been to many times and blogs I’m seeing for the first time, reconnecting with old friends and making new ones, and generally being blown away by the collective talent (and peer support) in the kid lit community.
It is SO MUCH FUN!
And everything is as lovely as lovely can be. . .
. . . right up until I have to choose the finalists!
Then, all of a sudden, I find myself saying, “Why? Why do I do this to myself?”
and, “Whose idea was this ANYWAY?!”
Because you are all creative geniuses, and your work is spectacular, but there are only 12 prizes.
So somehow the other judges and I have to winnow somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 entries (sometimes more than twice that) down to 12!
Is it any wonder that we are reduced to a state where only a roomful of puppies and chocolate can give us the will to go on? 🙂
But we have made it through and by sheer stubborn determination present to you
The 5th Annual Pretty Much World Famous Valentiny Writing Contest!!!
And it turns out, “curiosity” was much harder to incorporate well than I expected it to be! Some terrifically-written entries missed it altogether, some were more self-examining or kind of wondering than really curious, some had one or two questions included but didn’t give rise to any real curiosity. . . A curious state of affairs! 🙂
Before we get to the actual list of finalists, I have a couple things to say. (I know you’re shocked as I’m normally so spare with my words :))
First of all, I want to thank EVERYONE who took the time and care to write an entry for this contest. You all did a fabulous job and provided great enjoyment for so many!
Second, I’d also like to thank EVERYONE – writer, reader, or both – who took the time to go around and read as many entries as you could and leave supportive comments. This means so much to the writers who worked hard on their stories. It helps them see what they did well, as well as giving them the joy of knowing that their stories were read and enjoyed. I hope you all got as much delight and entertainment out of the reading as I did! Plus, we got to meet quite a few new people which was a wonderful added bonus! 🙂
Third, before I list the finalists, I want to say again how difficult it was too choose! There were so many amazing entries. Really. I could find at least something terrific about every single one. The sheer volume of entries meant that many good ones had to be cut. So if yours didn’t make the final cut please don’t feel bad. There was a huge amount of competition – about 150 entries of which only 12 made the finals. Judging, no matter how hard we try to be objective, is always subjective at a certain point – we all have our own preferences for what makes a great story. And the fact that you didn’t make the final cut DOES NOT mean you didn’t write a great story. Everyone who plonked their butt in a chair and worked hard to write a story for this contest is a winner! You showed up. You did your best work. You practiced your craft. You wrote to specifications and a deadline. You bravely shared your writing with the world. And you have a brand new story that is now yours to expand beyond 214 words if you like and maybe submit at some point to a magazine or as a PB manuscript. So bravo to everyone who entered!
Now. Onto the judging criteria which were as follows:
- Kid-appeal/Kid-friendliness – remember, this is a story for kids!
- Creativity in using curiosity and success in making us feel the curiosity!
- Valentine’s Day appropriateness – this is a VALENTINE story!
- Quality of story – we will look for basic story elements and a true story arc
- Quality of writing – use and flow of language, correctness of mechanics, excellence of rhyme and meter if you use it.
- Originality – surprise us with something new and different! 🙂
We really tried to choose stories that did the best job of fulfilling ALL the judging criteria. There were some truly wonderful stories that didn’t have much to do with Valentines Day even if Valentine’s Day was mentioned in passing – including a couple that literally didn’t mention it at all – or that didn’t seem to really showcase curiosity although they may have used the word “curiosity” – several of which were very creative and well-written, or that were written in rhyme where the meter was off, or that didn’t seem particularly kid-oriented even though they were wonderful stories, or that really had us…until the last line or two when things sadly fell apart (which I know is often due to the tight word count requirement.) We tried our best to select finalists that checked all the boxes.
So without further ado, I present to you the finalists in the 2020 Fifth Annual Pretty Much World Famous Valentiny Writing Contest! Please read through them carefully, take your time, think it over, and vote for your favorite in the poll below by Saturday February 22 at 5 PM Eastern time.
To help with objectivity, finalists are listed by title only, not by author.
And I’d like to be very clear about the voting process. You are MOST welcome to share a link to this post on FB, twitter, or wherever you like to hang out, and encourage people to come read ALL the finalists and vote for the one they think is best. Please do that. The more people who read and enjoy these stories the better, and the more objective votes we get the better. HOWEVER (and I want to be very clear on this) please do not tell people you are a finalist. Please do not ask people to vote for a specific number or title, or for the story about the curious little kitty whose curiosity nearly landed her in the jaws of the big bad wolf or whatever. Trolling for votes or trying to influence the outcome is counter to the spirit of this competition which is supposed to be based on merit. We operate on the honor system. I thank you in advance for respecting this. Your win will mean more if it’s honestly earned.
So now, here are the 2020 Valentiny Contest Finalists!!! Some poetry, some prose, some for younger readers, some for older (but still kid) readers, all fabulous 🙂
1 – Candy Conundrum
I wonder what they taste like.
The Hug Me heart looks good.
My mommy says, “Don’t eat them.”
My tummy says, I should.
I smell True Love and Kiss Me,
then give Be Mine a lick.
I chew up Smile and Soul Mate…Yuck!
I think I might be sick.
I wonder why they make them,
those pretty hearts I ate,
to give to someone that you love
…or someone that you hate.
2 – Seeds Of Love
“The world needs more love,” says Grandma.
She sets a flower pot on the table.
We paint it with hearts for Valentine’s Day.
I don’t know about love, but the world has more color at least.
The seed is tiny, but Grandma says not to underestimate it.
What kind of seed is it?
But she won’t tell me.
“Life is better when there is room for wonder,” she whispers.
Poke. Dig. Poke.
The dark dirt sticks under my fingernails.
Scoop. Scoop. Scoop.
Back over my seed. Like a cozy blanket.
See you soon, little seed.
You are my sunshine, I sing.
My watering can is a gentle rainstorm.
Push. Push. Up!
A tiny bit of green starts to show.
You can do it.
Secrets, bunched and waiting on a thin green stem.
A little taller each day.
A tiny star surrounded by pink.
Bright and delicate.
Lovely and strong.
“Who should we give it to?’ Grandma asks.
I want to keep it.
“Love is for sharing,” she insists.
We leave it on our neighbors doorstep.
“We did it,” laughs Grandma.
And she’s right.
I can feel it.
There’s more love now.
From just one seed.
3 – The Stinky Valentine
The box arrived,
we stood and stared.
It smelled so bad,
that no one dared,
to pick it up
or sniff their nose,
the contents likely decomposed.
The box was wrapped
with bows, and hearts,
that smelled like farts!
It was addressed
to our whole family,
our favorite Grammy.
But why would Grammy
send a cache
that smelled like
weeks old, rotting trash?
I don’t think that’s
a Valentine’s treat,
it smells like Grandpa’s
Mom called out
but we replied
with loud Bronx cheers!
Mom grabbed the box,
and held her nose,
tore off the hearts,
ribbons, and bows.
We all leaned in,
a tight knit squeeze,
and eyed a block
of blue veined cheese!
“Ewww,” we cried!
to find this marbled,
Then “Knock, Knock, Knock”
tapped like a score,
from the knocker
on our door.
Now who is that?
We went to see,
Mr. Mouse’s Family,
who held a box
adorned with hearts,
that smelled divine,
and not like farts.
“I think this box belongs to you!”
It seems the post
mixed-up the two,
and no offense,
but this box reeks
of sickly, sugary,
We all laughed,
relieved to find,
a much more palatable
4 – I Snorfle You
Zingle gripped Mama’s warm green hand.
“I snorfle you,” Mama said.
“Snorfle you too.”
Zingle didn’t like this planet.
Spaceships zoomed on the ground. HONK!
Everyone stared at him—with two eyeballs.
And cold bits of sky fell everywhere.Brrrr.
“What’s this? What’s this? What’s this?” Zingle asked.
“Flag. Squirrel. School.” Mama brought him inside. “I snorfle you,” she said before leaving.
Zingle’s eye teared up. But then he looked around. “What’s this? What’s this? What’s this?”
“Sand. Playdough. Hamster.” an Earthlittle replied.
Lucy taught Zingle everything. Zingle got used to Lucy’s second eye.
Then one day, school looked different.
“What’s this?” Zingle asked Lucy. “What’s this? What’s this?”
“Glitter. Heart. Valentine.”
“Why?” Zingle asked.
“It means ‘I love you.’”
“I zuv you?”
Zingle didn’t know what that meant, but he liked making things. And he liked his friend. Zingle would make a valentine for Lucy!
But the scissors wouldn’t listen to him. The glue was too sticky. Glitter was NOTa snack. A classful of double eyeballs stared at him. The valentine was all wrong, the sky was falling again, and Zingle wanted Mama. His eye teared up.
Then Lucy put something in Zingle’s hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Zingle read the crooked heart: I snorfle you.
Zingle hugged Lucy. “Snorfle you, too.”
5 – Finding A Friend
She booted up and rolled outside.
“Today’s a special day.
How can I find a Valentine?
There has to be a way.”
“My mission is to make a friend,”
explained the little rover.
“So, NASA I am signing off.
I’ll call you later—over.”
She rumbled up a Martian hill,
antennas on alert.
She caught a sound, but what she found
was only blowing dirt.
Then suddenly, her radar pinged.
What could that be ahead?
She saw a rover stuck in sand.
Its batteries seemed dead.
“Oh, who are you?” she beeped in code.
“I wonder when you landed?
You couldn’t see the sand is deep?
Is that how you got stranded?”
She stretched her robot arm to him
and scanned his power pack.
“Perhaps a jolt of megavolts
will bring your functions back.”
Her stream of power filled his heart.
In minutes he was ready.
She pressed the button labelled START
and then she told him, “Steady.”
His motors revved and servos whirred.
She helped him from the hole.
“I’m Spirit. Thanks, you rescued me
and won my heart and soul!”
“My name is Curiosity.
I tracked down every sign,
to find a friend—I hope it’s you.
Please be my Valentine?”
6 – Dear Cupid
How good is your aim?
How often do you practice?
If you miss, do you try again?
How many arrows do you have, anyway?
Do you take requests? From anybody?
Or, are you like Santa? Do I have to have been good?
(I promise to try harder if you help me out.)
Here’s my list of targets. It’s kind of urgent. Let me explain.
- Mr. Crabtree. I sorta trampled his prize tomato plants…totally by accident. (He’s a BIG man. It might take two arrows.)
- Dad. Minor dent, garage door. Nothing anyone else would notice But he will.
- Mrs. Crinkly. Her trellis is trashed. Ball went haywire. Craziest thing. ( I’d like to stay on her good side. She bakes great cookies. And gives you milk, too. Or did. Not sure now. )
- Mom. Her fudge cake. I tested it. Delicious. Apparently not for me.
I’m usually a lovable kid, but today’s been an exceptionally bad day.
Your friend, I hope!
Dennis, as in Grateful (no, NOT the menace guy)
P.S. Can you leave me some arrows? For when you’re on vacation?
Dennis, as in Hopeful (and slightly Hungry)
PPS. I’ll save you some cake and a cookie, if I can.
7 – Sending Love
Today I sent you all my love
Boxed up in bubble wrap.
I wonder how it gets to you
On your side of the map?
Do mailboxes have secret slides
To subway trains below?
That rumble through the tunnels
With their heart-covered cargo?
Do elevators lift my love
To rooftops way up high?
Where helicopters wait
To take it whizzing through the sky?
Do parachutes let my love drift
And land upon a train?
That chugs and chugs its way across
The mountains and the plains?
And when the railroad tracks run out
Does my love take a trip
Across the rolling ocean waves
Aboard a pirate ship?
Do pirates trade my love
For cheesy pizza when they dock?
And does the pizza guy
Drive on his scooter down your block?
And leave my love upon your step
For you to come home to?
I wonder if that’s how my love
Travels from me to you?
No matter how it gets there
In a plane or bus or car,
I’ll keep on sending all my love
From me to where you are!
8 – Always. Every Day. No Matter What.
Johnny’s eyes kept POPPING open.
He couldn’t sleep.
“MOOOOOOOM,” he called out.
Mom cracked open the door and whispered,
“What?” into the darkened room.
Johnny had a really important question
that couldn’t wait till morning.
“Will you always love me? No matter what?”
“Always,” said Mom. “No matter what.”
“Not just on Valentine’s Day?”
“Every day,” said Mom.
“Would you love me if I were a naughty puppy?”
“I’d push you out of trouble’s way with my wet nose.”
“What if I were a scared kitten?”
“I’d lick you until you purred.”
“What if I were a wiggly octopus?”
“I’d wrap my tentacles around you and give you a big squeeze.”
“What if I were a goofy giraffe?”
“I’d twist my neck around yours and kiss the tippy top of your head.”
“Would you still love me if I was a hungry little boy who ate all of my Valentine’s candy before bed?”
“Always,” said mom.
“Would you still love me if I ate… all… of…. your…. Valentine’s chocolates too?”
“Well,”…. said mom, “first I’d nuzzle you with my wet nose, then I’d lick you, then I’d squeeze you with my tentacles, then I’d give you a kiss on the tippy top of your head. And, then I’d say: “I love you, and GOODNIGHT!”
9 – Whose Valentine Could This Be?
Whose Valentine could this be?
Is it yours, fox, down deep in your den?
Is it yours, rooster,
or yours, hen?
Is it yours, hawk, high up in your tree?
Is it yours, cricket,
or yours, bee?
Is it yours, shark, out there in the bay?
Is it yours, turtle,
or yours, ray?
Is it yours, frog, afloat on the lake?
Is it yours, fish,
Or yours, snake?
Whose Valentine could this be?
there’s one for each of you,
with love, from me.
10 – Gibbon’s Valentine’s Surprise
Meerkat, Marmoset, and Sloth were sharing stories when Gibbon burst in.
“I’m making a Valentine’s surprise, and I need your help!”
They set down their books.
“I wonder what it is…” Meerkat mused.
“Maybe Valentine’s candy?” Marmoset murmured.
“Or… something… elssssssssse,” Sloth whispered.
First Gibbon grabbed paint and brushes.
“I wonder what he’s going to paint…” Meerkat mused.
“Maybe Valentine’s cards?” Marmoset murmured.
“Or… something… elssssssssse,” Sloth whispered.
Next Gibbon gathered wood and his toolbox.
“I wonder what he’s going to make…” Meerkat mused.
“Maybe a valentines mailbox?” Marmoset murmured.
“Or… something… elssssssssse,” Sloth whispered.
“Paint something you love on your pieces of wood,” Gibbon instructed.
“I love stories…” Meerkat mused.
“Me too,” Marmoset murmured.
“Oh….yesssssss,” Sloth whispered.
Everyone planned and painted.
“Perfect! Thanks!” Gibbon gathered everything and gamboled off.
“I wonder where he’s going…” Meerkat mused.
“Maybe the post office?” Marmoset murmured.
“Or… somewhere… elssssssssse,” Sloth whispered.
The three friends waited.
They pulled out paperbacks and read together.
On Valentine’s Day Gibbon gathered his friends.
“Surprise!” Gibbon pointed.
“A little library!” Meerkat cried.
“Our paintings!” Marmoset cheered.
“Bookssssss!” Sloth said with a slow smile.
“Something we all love,” Meerkat mused. “Thank you, Gibbon!”
“Thank you!” said Meerkat.
“Thanksssss,” said Sloth.
Gibbon grinned. “Happy Valentine’s Day, friends!”
11 – Beetle’s Valentine
Beetle bakes a Valentine,
Frosting letters spell, ‘Be mine!’
Picks a rose and ties a bow,
Signs, ‘Love, Beetle— X and O.’
Hopes to woo her with affection,
Scuttles off with his confection.
“Where could Caterpillar be?”
Scours milkweed, checks each tree.
Searches under, searches over,
Every leaf and every clover.
Sits beside her favorite flower,
Waits for hour after hour.
“Is she ever coming back?”
Spots a small, brown hanging sack.
“What is this?” Creeps close to see,
“Caterpillar?” Couldn’t be.
Turns to go, snap, “What’s that sound?”
Startled, Beetle whirls around.
Sack bursts open, color flies.
Beetle can’t believe his eyes.
Caterpillar, fluttering high,
Now a lovely Butterfly!
“Is that Valentine for me?”
Beetle blushes, “Yes siree!”
12 – Scraps Of Love
Jumping out of bed, Sergio announced, “Yay! Recycle day!”
Papa’s bushy brows wrinkled his forehead. “You’re up early for a Saturday! Taking out the green buckets?”
“Yup, but I have to beat the collection truck to everyone’s driveways!”
Sergio slipped a clipboard under his arm, grabbed a pen, and went into the garage. He carried the last bin of moving day packing paper to the curb.
“What do you think that boy’s up to?” Papa asked Curious, their cat, who watched from the windowsill.
Balancing a battered cardboard box on top of his creaking wagon, Sergio stopped at each house on the street.
“#6 Fitzpatrick”, Sergio wrote. “Good stuff!” he exclaimed, dropping a tennis magazine, ticket stubs, and birthday card into the box.
Hearing his enthusiastic outbursts, neighbors peeked outside. They phoned each other, wondering, “What’s he looking for? They seemed all set when we helped them move in!”
At home, Sergio stashed his trash treasures in a closet so Curious couldn’t shred them.
Sergio spent hours shaping cardboard scraps into hearts. Each became the canvas for a paper collage created from each family’s own junk.
On Valentine’s Day, Sergio delivered the personalized artworks to all the neighbors with a note that said, “Thanks for opening your hearts to my family. Your friend, Sergio.”
Wow! Those were impressive, weren’t they? Good luck picking! 🙂
Please vote for your favorite in the poll below by Saturday February 22 at 5PM Eastern time.
Tune in Monday February 24 to see THE WINNERS!!!
Thank you all so much for taking the time to write (if you did), read, and vote! These contests simply wouldn’t be what they are without all of you!
I can’t wait to see who the winners will be!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to lounge on my chaise and call upon Jacques, my personal masseuse, to give me a one hour foot massage. . . SNORT! As if! I can’t even say that with a straight face 🙂
Ahem. Let’s try again.
I’m going to go start plowing through the work that built up during all that reading and agonizing and negotiating over Valentiny stories!
Less indulgent, perhaps, but a lot more believable (and true) 🙂
Have a thrilling Thursday, everyone!