We’re Going On a Puddle Hunt

By: S. J. Little

Word Count: 48 (Max Word Count: 50)

Entered in: 50 Precious Words International Writing Contest
https://viviankirkfield.com/50preciouswords/

 

Going on a puddle hunt.
Gonna find a big one!
What a miserable day.
We’re not glum.

Tug boots,
Zip coats,
Out the door.

Pitter patter.
Tiny puddle,
Mini splash.

Little stream.
Sail leaves.
Hurry follow!

Large pond,
Too deep.
Go around.

Look there!
Perfect puddle.
Splash together.

 

“Hurry Hurry Hurry!” Said the Hedgehog

Preschool story by S. J. Little

Story entered in the #FallWritingFrenzy 2024: https://lydialukidis.wordpress.com/fallwritingfrenzy-2024-rules/

Max word count: 200

Story word count: 133

Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/selective-focus-photography-of-hedgehog-on-ground-GXMr7BadXQo

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Hedgehog scurried past the thicket.

Rabbit perked a sleepy ear. “Why all the kerfuffle?”

 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Hedgehog crunched through the fallen leaves.

Owl peered through the dark. “Who is in a rush?”

 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Hedgehog scuttled by the hollow log.

Skunk raised an eyebrow. “Why so fast?”

 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Hedgehog hustled around the hedge.

Badger peeked out of his hole. “Where are you off to?”

 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Hedgehog stumbled over the rocky path.

Fox shivered in the breeze. “Why aren’t you hibernating yet?”

 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

Hedgehog scampered up the grassy hill.

 

“Look!” said Hedgehog.

Fox, Badger, Skunk, Owl, and Rabbit gazed as the first snowflakes of the season swirled in the glow of the harvest moon.

“Beautiful.”

 

Hedgehog yawned.

“Now I can sleep until Spring.”

 

Look! Footprints!

Preschool story by S. J. Little

Story entered in the Spring Fling Kidlit Contest 2023: https://sites.google.com/view/springflingwritingcontest  https://ciaraoneal.weebly.com/spring-fling-kidlit-contest/time-to-take-the-leap

Max word count: 150

Story word count: 148

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Joey looked at the ground. Last night’s rain had created mud.

“Look! Footprints!”

Joey examined the footprints. “Four round toes and no claws. What animal could it be?”

He followed the footprints and spied an orange tail twitching behind the flowerpot.

“They’re cat footprints.”

Joey studied the ground again. This time he spotted long skinny footprints.

“Three toes pointing forward and one pointing backward. I wonder who made these?”

He followed the footprints until they disappeared.

“Where did they go?”

A bird chirped from a nearby fencepost.

Joey grinned. “You made those footprints, didn’t you?”

Looking at the ground by his rubber boots, Joey noticed more footprints.

“So small! Four tiny toes.”

He followed the footprints to a large tree trunk. Chattering overhead made him look up.

“A squirrel! What little toes you have.”

Turning back toward his house, Joey spotted bootprints.

He laughed. “I made footprints too!”

A snowflake behind the title: Blake the Snowflake

 

Blake the Snowflake

Preschool story by S. J. Little

Story written for 50 Precious Words writing contest. Details at: https://viviankirkfield.com/2022/03/04/50preciouswords-2022-official-contest-post/

Max word count: 50

Story word count: 50

Blake the snowflake drifted to the ground.

“What will become of me?”

A door burst open. Laughter rang out!

Bundled up children hustled about.

A snowball rolled over Blake!

Blake got dizzy. Suddenly he stopped spinning.

Opening his eyes, Blake looked around.

He was on a snowman!

Blake started grinning.

 

Isolated for Halloween

By S. J. Little

Entered in Susanna Hill’s Contest – Halloweensie

Contest URL: https://susannahill.com/2021/10/29/the-11the-annual-halloweensie-writing-contest-aahhhrrrooooooooo/comment-page-1/#comment-75129

Max word count: 100

Word count: 99

“It’s no fun if we can’t go out for Halloween,” Jess moped.

“COVID’s too rampant,” Dad explained.

 

Later, Dad whispered, “You got them?”

Mom handed him a bag.

“Glow-in-the-dark paint. Perfect!”

They worked hard. Finally they finished.

“Now wait until tonight.”

 

At supper, Mom smiled sneakily. Jess didn’t notice.

Dad glanced at Mom. “Time for lights out.”

Jess frowned. “It’s not bedtime.”

Dad flipped off the lights.

The room transformed. Goosebumps tickled Jess’ spine. Everything glowed.

Mom uncovered goodies.

Jess licked her lips.

“Time for glow-in-the-dark foosball?” Dad asked.

Jess grinned. It would be an exciting night after all.