Saturday, December 8, 2018

Squirrel Wraps Up Christmas

Susanna Hill is hosting her 8th annual Holiday Story contest!
The Contest:  Write a children’s holiday story (children here defined as age 12 and under) about A Holiday Hero!  Your hero’s act of heroism can be on a grand scale or a small one – from saving Christmas to leaving a fresh-baked loaf of Challah bread for a homeless person to something like Gift Of The Magi where two people give up the thing most important to them to be sure someone they love has a good holiday.  Your hero can be obvious or unlikely.  Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 250 words.

Something about winter pulls me out to the woods to spy on the wild creatures and sneak a peek of their Christmas shenanigans.  Happy Holidays everyone! 


Squirrel Wraps Up Christmas
By Lauri Meyers

(via publicdomainpictures.net)
Squirrel checked off his last Christmas gifts: fancy French mud for Mrs. Beaver, a beekeeper veil for Baby Bear, a fanny pack for Possom. He tail twitched around the room singing, “I’m going to wrap, wrap, wrap up Christmas!” He just needed wrapping supplies and food for the feast.

On his way to the birch tree, he passed Mrs. Beaver.

“I’m stuck on the kits’ gifts! When I grab a stick, I drop the stack,” Mrs. Beaver grumbled. He carried the pile to her dam.

As Squirrel gathered bark, he heard a yelp in the bushes.

 Baby Bear whimpered, “I’m giving Mama a basket of berries, but these briars are busting my paws.” Squirrel showed him the claw flick trick, and the berries were flying.

Squirrel tugged vine ribbon from a branch. He nearly pulled Possum’s tail.

“Where did I stash my wife’s gifts?” Possum worried. Squirrel sniffed around and found the strong odor of old yogurt, moldy bread, and gym socks.

At home, Squirrel folded at full speed and finished with big bows. He bopped his head, and sang, “Who’s the wrapper? I’m the wrapper!”
Ding, dong!

He froze mid-bop. Forget being the wrapper-- he was the Feast Forgetter! He only had acorns. His dragged his tail to the door. 

“I brought dandelion salad,” said Mrs. Beaver.

“I brought berries,” said Baby Bear.

“I brought this pizza crust,” said Possum.

“You saved us today!” they said.  

“You saved the feast!” Squirrel said and tail twerked to the table.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Five Hungry Zombies

It's crazy at my house right now with a trip coming up, a new puppy coming soon, and the HORRORS of fifth grade homework! But I couldn't miss Susanna Hill's Halllweensie Contest!

The Contest: write a 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (children here defined as 12 and under) (title not included in the 100 words), using the words shivercauldron, and howl.  Your story can be scary, funny, or anything in between, poetry or prose, but it will only count for the contest if it includes those 3 words and is 100 words (you can go under, but not over!) 


Here's my entry. I wish everyone a Happy and Safe Halloween. May you get every candy you want *after* the kids go to bed! Mwa Ha Ha!

Photo via GoodFreePhotos


Five Hungry Zombies

By Lauri Meyers

Five hungry zombies rotting on a street.
The first one wailed, “Need something to eat!”
The second one groaned, “Cauldron over there.”
The third one screamed, “Smell children in air!”
The fourth one moaned, “Eat some brains.”
The fifth one howled, “Finish the remains.”
Then squish moved their feet. Kids shivered with fright.
And five hungry zombies stumbled for a bite.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Snow Day Valentine's

Happy Valentine's Day!

Susanna Hill is hosting her third annual Valentiny contest where she forces us to write complete stories in 214 words or less. She's tough, but these contests are great ways to get your inspiration flowing and see what your mind can do with constraints. In this year's contest, someone must be hopeful. You can read all the great entries here. Entries can be posted through 2/14.


In my 146 word story, Joey must try every superstition to get a snow day or risk being Katie's Valentine.

Snow Day Valentine
By Lauri Meyers

Jammies inside out.
Ice in the toilet.
Shake up the snowglobe.
Snow day guaranteed!

Snip lucky snowflakes.
No need to cut hearts.
I’m not gonna be
Katie’s valentine.

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Roll ice cream snowmen.
Will she stare at me?
Chow down on scoops of
No School Tomorrow!

Put a dime in the
Window for Jack Frost.
What if she hugs me?
Add a few quarters.

Run outside, spin twice.
She wouldn’t kiss me?   
Yell in the freezer,
“I’m wishing for snow!”

The groundhog said snow.
He is never wrong!
Tuck a spoon under
My pillow tonight.

Alarm clock ringing.
Run to the window.
Grass? Can’t be. Oh no.
I need a Plan B.

“I’m not feeling well.”
“Ate too much ice cream.”
“I can’t go to school.”
“But it’s Valentine’s!”

Draw hearts for Katie.
Drag my feet to school.
Learned my lesson -- don’t
Forget to snow dance.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Christmas Wildfire

Susanna Hill's 7th Annual Holiday Contest is here. The challenge is to write a holiday story for kids with a surprise in under 250 words.

Writing friends in Southern California have been posting about the wild fires this week and about finding safety. (Stay safe!!) There is a fire in the Los Padres National Forest, which inspired my 220 word story.

Christmas Wildfire

By Lauri Meyers

Black bear pawed at the ground by a big douglas fir and snorted, “This one.”
Elk wrapped the tree with honeysuckle vines, carefully tucking in the ends with his antlers.
Bluebird dotted the needles with red Christmas berries.
Jackrabbit dangled wild carrots, joyously jumping to the highest branches.  
Coyote paced around the tree and howled with delight.

Black bear grunted, “Quiet.”
Jackrabbit’s nose twitched, “Smoke.”
Elk raised his antlers, “Danger.”
Bluebird chittered, “Run, run, run!”
Coyote snapped at their feet to hurry.
Black Bear (by Martha Jane Cordell via
freeimages.com)

After their long flight, the animals huddled under a strange tree on Christmas Eve.
Jackrabbit rubbed his long ear and squeaked, “Our Christmas tree?”
Black Bear let out a low growl and tucked jackrabbit under his arm.

In the morning Great Horned Owl swooped low and hooted, “Safe.”
The animals meandered through black trunks.
Puffs of ash followed Jackrabbit’s jumps.
Jackrabbit (by Don Schaeffer
via freeimages.com)
Black bear shook soot from his fur.  
Bluebird landed on Elk’s antlers and rapidly tweeted, “No. No. But Santa. Oh dear. No.”

Then they froze.
Their Christmas tree stood alone. The green needles were covered in Christmas berries, wrapped in honeysuckle, and dangled with carrots. Only one thing had changed. The tree glistened with a coating of Christmas snow.
Jackrabbit cried, “Saved!”
Black Bear nodded, “Unexpected.”
Elk bellowed, “Miracle.”
Bluebird trilled, “Santa! Santa! Santa!”
Coyote howled with delight.


Read all the finalists on Susanna's page here!

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Timmy's Sweet Success- A Halloweensie Story

I've been busy making spider egg sacks,
 creating creepy decapitated heads,
and smurfing myself this Halloween season.

 But once all the goblins were in bed (and the blue face paint removed) there was just enough time to finish my Halloweensie Story.



Susanna Leonard Hill's contest challenges writers to create a Halloween story for children in 100 words or less which includes the words Shadow, Monster, and Candy Corn (bonus, candy corn counts as one word.) Post your story by Tuesday October 31st by 11:59 PM EDT. (Otherwise known as "Dude, you only have 30 minutes left") 




Timmy’s Sweet Success

The monsters were prowling, but Timmy wanted his bag full.
A chill stopped him on the sidewalk.  
“I vant to suck your sweets,” the vampire said.
“Open up,” Timmy said.
He shoved candy corn on Dracula’s fangs and ran.

He stopped to ring another doorbell, but a growl made him freeze.
“I need a chewy snack,” the werewolf said.
“Open up,” Timmy said.
The werewolf’s bite pierced a mouthful of tootsie rolls.

His house had a familiar shadow on the porch.
“Any Snickers?” the mom-ster asked.
“Open up,” Timmy said.
Mom’s teeth stuck to Bazooka Joe while Timmy ate his Snickers.

Happy Halloween!

Friday, September 15, 2017

Self-Deprecating Dots

International Dot Day encourages kids to "make their mark." Any mark will do. It's unique. It's you. 

When it comes to making my mark, I like to be funny. Often this is a self-deprecating humor, or said another way, I celebrate laughing with myself at myself!

For instance, I nearly threw out my back yesterday. See, I despise doing dishes. So I put on music. And a funky fresh song came on. And some twerking-while-drying occurred. Everyone knows moving around the room with a plate in the air works significantly better than a dish towel alone. 

You only know the twerking is working when it hurts a little, and my twerkin’ was workin’. So…. The dishes are done, and I have a heating pad on my back. And in honor of this laughable occasion I give you “Dancing Dish Dot.”



Another time, I indulged in my favorite naughty treat. TACO BELL. Well, my husband was telling me a story, and it must have been HILARIOUS, because right there in the middle of a burrito a laughing fit ensued and a button flew off of my pants and landed across the restaurant. I’m not saying the burrito was to blame. The culprit could be the nachos already in my tummy. However, this tale is not complete without noting the thread was already loose!*
         
   Oh, it feels good to stop hiding this incident. To celebrate...here's the “Bouncing Burrito Button.”


*See if you look at the picture there is no trailing thread! Further proof the thread is to blame!


Want to play along? Visit Peter Reynold’s Dot Club and celebrate International Dot Day on September 15th-ISH. 

Friday, May 26, 2017

Whatcha Working on 2017

A year ago I planned to post about my non-writingendeavors.  Today, in an incredibly timely fashion, I’m going to make good on my promise.

I volunteer on my children’s school PTO as the outdoor chair. Nature inspires me. Sometimes the outdoors inspire me too much, and I go a little too crazy.

Last year I put in a butterfly garden at the school. Because I am wild, I made butterfly metamorphosis stones out of old tiles. This year I added plant signs to highlight the larval food plants and nectar plants. I studied butterflies until I could find butterfly eggs, point out caterpillars, and identify species. (Note to self: must turn this knowledge into a book!)




I have been planting pear trees at the school with *some* success. Last year we lost a tree, but also harvested 4 delicious pears. I see 17 baby pears this year. Yum, yum!! (Note to self: the sweetness of fruit you grow yourself should be in a book!)


Last summer I made and installed tree identification signs on our nature trail. It took a few seasons to identify species- leaves were analyzed, bark was rubbed, and berries were smelled. Good memories of thumbing (carefully) through my dad’s leaf collection when I was little were revived. (Note to self: try to publish that tree book again or maybe use this new knowledge to start a new one.)


Our school has a boring black blacktop. Last spring we painted a map of the US, which was a test in teamwork and fighting the wind. This spring I’m adding a clock, compass, hopscotch, and games. (Note to self: a little bit of paint can brighten up a day. Put in a book?)


I have the joy (and often pain) of being a Girl Scout Troop Leader. I enjoy leading the scavenger hunts and getting dirty looking for bugs. But I also have to go along with tea parties and planning glow dances. Here I am glowing! (Note to self: things look and feel different in the dark. Where am I on shadow book?)

A new, ahem, age milestone is bringing clarity to my trait of hobby-obsession.

I updated my shell collection after a trip to Sanibel Island. (Note to self: you know enough about shell collecting to write a book on this.)


I have also been researching my genealogy and updating the family tree. Some new insights on my heritage have caused me to start calling myself a “European Island Wanderer.” A trip to Iceland and seeing Moana reinforced this sea-loving feeling. I am also half inland farmer, but let’s not focus on that. I got the Ancestry DNA spit test for Mother’s Day! Can’t wait for those results. (Note to self: this quest for self through understanding ancestors is a theme to explore in a book.)



On the writing side, I spent pretty much the whole year working on a non-fiction book which I am really excited about. (Though I am usually excited about books). The year both writing and non-writing has solidified for me how much I enjoy research. It ignites the anal retentive part of me! 

So, there may be more non-fiction work in my future. 
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