Isolated for Halloween

By S. J. Little

Entered in Susanna Hill’s Contest – Halloweensie

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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.



Need To Move!

Preschool story by S. J. Little

Story entered in the Spring Fling Kidlit Contest 2021:

Max word count: 150

Story word count: 150

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Robert the caribou calf yawned and opened his eyes.

As he rolled out of bed, he said, “Something is different.”

At breakfast, he asked for more grass.

“You’re hungry today!” his mother declared.

When he played with his trains, his tail began to twitch.

While watching cartoons, his ears began to swivel.

As he coloured a picture, his hooves began to fidget. He had to move!

“Mom, can I play outside?”

“Yes, you may.”

Robert dashed to the door and hurried out.

Warm sunshine touched his face. Grass peeked around decaying leaves where snow had been. Everything was turning green.

Robert galloped round and round.

He paused to smell the rich dirt as a worm wiggled through.

Hearing a melody, Robert looked up at the tree. “Welcome back, Mr. Robin!”

Sniffing the fresh air, Robert pranced through the yard.

Now he knew why he needed to move.

“Spring is here!”

Grandpa and preschool boy


By S. J. Little

Written for #50PreciousWords – a writing for children contest (details at The goal is to write a story for children with a max word count of 50 words.

Story word count: 50

Inspired by a true Covid-19 lockdown story.

“Hi Grandpa!” Charlie waved.

Through the video call, Grandpa’s eyes twinkled. “I have a mission for you. Find white mountains.”

Taking Grandpa along, Charlie searched the house.

His car mountain was green.

The white baskets weren’t mountains.

Wait! On the mailbox… White mountains!

Charlie spied a package. “Thanks!”

Grandpa beamed.

Road leading into fog in forest with orange leaves

Daddy’s Near So I Won’t Fear

By S. J. Little

Written for: 

Word count = 198  (max. word count allowed = 200)

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Behind the story:

The fog hiding the distant road in this picture made me think of how sometimes, especially right now with this pandemic, we can only see a short distance ahead of ourselves on the journey called life. Taking that thought down to a child’s level, where do they find comfort when the journey holds scary things? In having their Daddy nearby.

This story is written to be a picture book for young preschoolers.

When Daddy buckled me in, I asked. “Where’re we going?”

“To Grandma’s house.”

“I love Grandma!”

Daddy started the car and away we went.


I watched the golden hayfields roll past.

Suddenly I saw a scary shape. It was tall with arms, and it was looking at me!

“What’s that!?”

Daddy glanced at the field. “That’s a scarecrow. It keeps the birds away. It won’t hurt you.”

I studied Daddy’s calm face.


Daddy’s near, so I won’t fear,

Whatever the journey brings.


The car tilted up. We were driving into the sky. I smiled, until I looked out the window and saw a steep cliff.

“We’re going to fall!” I cried.

Daddy wasn’t worried. “I’ll drive carefully. We’ll be safe.”


Daddy’s near, so I won’t fear,

Whatever the journey brings.


Further along, I watched beautiful leaves falling. Then the sun went down. Everything looked black.

I sucked my thumb. “It’s too dark!”

“It’s okay,” Daddy reassured. “The headlights will show us where to go.”


Daddy’s near, so I won’t fear,

Whatever the journey brings.


We turned a corner and there it was: Grandma’s house!

Warm light shone from the windows.

Grandma waved. “Come on in and Happy Thanksgiving!”

A squash growing from the dirt

Time to Plant a Little Seed

Written by S. J. Little

Entered in Spring Fling Kidlit Contest

Contest: “Find a gif and write a spring-inspired story.”

Max word count: 150

Current word count: 127

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Time to plant a little seed.

Read instructions, then proceed.

Dirt and water, will I need,

Sun to make it grow with speed.


First I dig a hole, so small.

Then in it, a seed will fall.

Brush with dirt to hide it all.

Sprinkle water; now we stall.


Wait a little, wait a lot,

Day by day, I watch the spot.

“Will it grow at all?” I thought.

“Must I wait this long for naught?”


Look! I see it starts to show!

Bit by bit, but oh so slow.

It is coming, this I know.

Hurry up and grow, grow, grow!


Add more water, wait more days,

Let it feel the sun’s warm gaze.

Up and up its leaves will raise,

Thrilling me with bright displays!