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The Great Christmas Tree Hunt

Today is the day! My family is going on our annual Christmas tree hunt and THIS year I get to choose the tree, all by myself. What a treat!

I’ve been researching what kind of evergreen makes the best Christmas tree. Blue Spruce is shaped like a pyramid and has sturdy branches for hanging ornaments – and we have a lot! A Fraser Fir has softer needles and a cool Christmasy smell. White Pine needles stay on the tree longer. Mom would like that.

How am I going to decide?

Out at the tree farm, I walk up and down the rows, touching and sniffing – sniffing and touching. Should I pick a tall tree? A short tree? A wide tree? A narrow tree? I think I need help.

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Mom, Dad, and my big brother, Joey, are waiting at the end of the first row of trees.

“Did you decide?” Dad asks.

“Not yet.”

“Hope it’s huge!”Joey says.

“Well, maybe.”

Mom looks at me. “Is something wrong, Emmy?”

“Could we all pick out the tree together?”

Joey and I run up and down the rows, sniffing and touching, until we find the perfect tree. The one that is just right for our family.

On the ride home we all sing Christmas songs – very loudly. Now I know the real treat is doing things together.

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The Apology

I try to draw a flower, a forget-me-not. Nothing flows from my pen.

I’ll sketch one perfect rose, to declare my love. It turns out wilted, withered.

I let my pen have its way across an empty page. When it stops, all I have to offer

is a broken heart.

written for http://fiftywordstories.com

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A Witchy Halloween Spelling Bee

A Witchy Halloween Spelling Bee

There were only two contestants left in the spelling bee, Opal and the new witch in school.

It was time for the last spell. Her friends were cheering. “Opal, Opal!”

Opal looked around the room. No one was cheering for the new girl.

The teacher announced the final spell – make a rain cloud.

The new girl went first and a gray cloud appeared in the classroom. No one cheered.

It was Opal’s turn. She didn’t feel very happy.

She knew what to do. She waved her wand and the sun came out. The new girl won!

Opal cheered the loudest!

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Marcy and Her Magic Book

It’s Halloweensie 2019 time at susannahill.com

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 potion, cobweb, and trick. Your story can be scary, funny, sweet, 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!) Get it? Halloweensie – because it’s not very long and it’s for little people 🙂 (And yes, I know 100 words is short, but that’s part of the fun and the challenge! We got over 235 fantastic entries last year, so I know you can do it!) Also, you may use the words in any form – e.g. potions, cobwebbed, trickery, whathaveyou 🙂 NO ILLUSTRATION NOTES PLEASE! (And yes, you may submit more than one entry if you’re so inclined 🙂 )

Potion

Cobweb

Trick

Marcy and Her Magic Book

Marcy stirred the potion just like the magic book instructed. She started to add the toadstools. The book spoke up.

“Hey! You can’t add toadstools. The cobwebs aren’t dissolved.”

Marcy rolled her eyes, Just once she’d like to make her own decisions. She would have to find a way to trick the book.

She pretended to be asleep so the book would close its eyes. When it started snoring, Marcy tossed in the toadstools. Black smoke billowed from her cauldron.

“ Book, Help me!”

Book flapped its pages and the air cleared.

“Thank you, book. I’ll always follow your directions.”

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Sue’s Mailbox Dilemma

It’s Valentiny Story time again at Susanna Leonard Hill’s blog

Sue’s Mailbox Dilemma

Tomorrow’s the valentine
party at school.
Sue will make a mail box
but must follow one rule.

She must make it herself
with help from no other –
not her mother, or father,
or sister, or brother.

She found a shoe box
and a bottle of glue.
How to decorate it
she hadn’t a clue.

She thought about making
it look like a barn,
small horses and cows
made out of yarn.

Too many ideas
raced through her mind.
Oh, what should she choose?
Which could she design?

Then she had an idea,
a simple solution,
she would borrow her sister’s.
Make a name substitution.

No one would know
that it wasn’t her own.
No one would remember
last year, how it shone,

the prize that it won –
of course it was first.
This year she’d be best
instead of the worst.

As she reached for that box
she began to feel bad,
imagining she heard
the voice of her dad.

“Just do your best.”
he’d always say,
“Then you’ll be a winner
at the end of the day.”

Sue took her plain box
some paper and paint,
Worked until bedtime
without a complaint.

At the Valentine party
the box Sue designed
didn’t win first prize –
It was ‘One Of A Kind’!