CONTEST: Holiday Story Writing Contest
Holiday Story Writing Contest
Happy Holidays all!!
We're running a bit late, but as promised, here's one of the two contests sponsored by the people of Wish On a Star. Good luck, and enjoy!! ;-D
They're fairly simple. You need to write a holiday story, using the requirements listed below. The *deadline for ALL entries is December 31, 2009 at 11:59PM (ie--server turnover).* Spelling, punctuation, and grammar, as always, do count (and will be looked at by the judges). No, it doesn't have to be set in the Noir-era necessarily (though that will probably earn you bonus points with the judges). And no, it doesn't have to be mystery- or Noir-themed for a plot (though again, if you do manage to work some element of that into your creation, all the better ;-). There is a *4000-CHARACTER limit* on all entries (ie--2 posts). And you're only allowed one entry per person/double. Other than that, sky's the limits. See? Piece of cake!! ;-D
Oh yeah...Remember those 'requirements' I mentioned before? There's two small components that you MUST include in your story. (Well, we couldn't make things THAT easy for ya, now could we?? ;-)
You MUST include ONE (or more) of the following holidays in your story, and build your story round that/those day(s):
St. Nicholas' Day (and NO, this isn't Christmas, it's Dec. 6)
Bodhi Day (Buddhist holy day in India, Dec. 8)
St. Stephen's Day (Dec. 26)
Boxing Day (also Dec. 26)
Chinese New Year
Muharram (Islamic New Year)
Al-Hijra (Islamic New Year's Day
Ashura (Islamic holy day, on the 10th day of Muharram)
New Year's Day (Western world â€" Jan. 1)
St. Basil's Day (Jan. 2)
Epiphany (usually about Jan. 6)
Lohri (Hindu holy day -- the Bonfire festival)
Pongal (Hindu holy day of thanksgiving)
Australia Day (Jan. 26--Just for Squirrel ;-D )
Losar (Tibetan [Buddhist] New Year)
Yeah, I know. What the....?? It gets better. ;-D
Inspector Yousuf Abdullah
Some time later, I returned to the celebration site.
We were served dinner which consisted of some purple potato pancakes with a slice of rye toast.
After that, the leader asked me if I wanted to see their family treasure. I said it was alright. He told his man to show me the way.
As we entered the dark corridor, the man used the rusty candelabra to show me the way. I was taken into a room where he showed me a square egg with a nose and a spinning top. He opened the egg and inside were some old rusted valuables.
I was about to faint that time!
Next day, I planned to leave. I was walking through the town to reach my car when I heard some sounds from above. I looked up and saw a flock of honking geese were flying above me.
I shook my head and stepped forward.
Then, a cottage caught my attention. It was a small lonely cottage in that area. I advanced and knock on the door. And another nightmare!
A blue haired granny opened the door and asked what I wanted. I said I was just walking by and wanted to see what was going on there.
She nodded and told me to wait. I waited!
She came back soon with a fruitcake and told me that it was a year old and would bring luck to anyone who feeds it to a rubber chicken.
Now that was it!
Enough is enough!
I ran towards my car, hopped in and sped my way towards London.
That day, I promised myself never to go to that town full of psychos.
WOW! Three terrific stories and not one laundry list between them! I am PSYCHED!!!!!!! Way to go guys! I guess someone really does want a Christmas goose...
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Little Mei Ling couldn't believe it's Chinese New Year all over again. This signified her forth year at the orphanage. It was mid-afternoon and she made a snowman in the front yard by herself, just like what she saw as a young child in New York. Mei Ling forgot what should be used as a nose, and in the end decided on a tomato.
The ongoing Japanese invasion had bombs exploding every night, but the Chinese people continued to celebrate the most important day of the year as if nothing was happening. They even lit the small red Chinese firecrackers for luck, which to the little orphans' ears they sounded too much like the firearms. The orphanage workers were busy preparing for the festive treats. They peeled turnips and taros, and even slaughtered one of the geese they were raising, sending the rest of the flock honking madly. They offered a chicken in front of the ancestral altar, but due to the war they had to substitute fresh chicken with a rubber one.
A boy playing with a spinning top looked at what Mei Ling was doing and said, "That is a silly snowman!"
"It is as silly as the girl who made it!!" Another girl holding a cat added. She was trying to put onto the kitten the antler she stole from the Chinese medicine cabinet.
Mei Ling didn't say a word. She sang a medley of Broadway tunes she remembered to flush out the insults, and continued with what she was doing. The English songs didn't sit well with the rest of the kids and they started to throw stones at Mei Ling.
The headstrong girl ran out of the orphanage. She wanted to cry but swallowed her tears. Mei Ling continued to run and run, not caring where she was going. Soon enough, the girl landed herself in the French quarter of Shanghai. The sky was beginning to dim.
Many foreigners have deserted the place due to the invasion. Mei Ling strolled down the abandoned street, and finally noticed a string of twinkling lights hanging by a window. Mei Ling put her face to the glass and looked inside. What she saw was a funny little paradise.
There was a miniature train set running through a model town. Figurines of a troupe dancers was twirling in the middle, and a clown with bright red shoes was giving balloons to miniature children figures on the side. A reindeer was drinking from a beer keg, while a Santa Claus was dancing with a polar bear. Little Mei Ling was absolutely enchanted by the miniature set.
Suddenly an old granny with a blue wig poked her head out from the other side of the window. Mei Ling was startled and ran. The old lady opened the window and called to the little Chinese girl. "Arrete! Mon cherie! Come! Come!"
Mei Ling looked around and saw the gentle face of the granny, who took off her blue wig and was beaming at the girl. "I have a lot of vood, come eate with me!" she said. Mei Ling stood on the street and thought for a while, and decided that she had nothing to lose. The brave little 10-year-old accepted the invitation and went inside.
The old French ladies' home was decorated with rusty candelabras and inflatable palm trees amongst other odd gadgets. Soon, the scent of roast beef from the oven filled the air. The lady had quickly prepared a basket of rye toast, a bowl of salad and some purple potato pancakes for the sudden company. "Mon cherie. Help yourself to some vood!" The old lady beamed, glad to finally have a guest in the house. "Just don't touch the fruitcake by the cupboard, it's been there for une year."
Mei Ling smiled and poured herself some milk. She happily ate the pancake and conversed with the old lady with the limited English she still remembered. For one short evening, two lonely souls spent the Chinese New Year in the war torn city together, oblivious to their own troubles.
lol sorry to say my little story turned out about 4 posts too long, lol, so well done to those who can keep their thoughts so concise :D
So it won't be eligible for judging.
Put it up, and let's have a look at it!! ;-)
(And you thought you could get outta this. Hah. ;-)
I'll put it in anything and nothing so that the real entries don't get bumped.
Wow, 5 more days until contest deadline. I'm sure the last minute.com types are beginning to grab their paper and pen (i mean Word program and keyboard). Really took forward to seeing new entries ;)
*Wondering just how many last minute.com types we have out there....*