Crickhollow Books Announces 50-Word Story Contest on “Thanksgiving”

To celebrate our 5th anniversary as an indie press, Crickhollow Books announces a 50-word story contest with the theme of “Thanksgiving.”

What: a 50-word story
Deadline: November 16, 2013
How To Submit: The easiest way is to email the story to us using our Contact page; we’ll screen it for appropriateness, word length, etc., then post it as a comment to this post.

(Or, you can enter your story directly as a comment to this post. If you’re on our home page, click on this post’s title (Crickhollow Books Announces 50-Word Story Contest on “Thanksgiving”), that opens up the post’s page; then you’ll see the Comments thread at the bottom (and the “Leave a Reply” box where you can enter your story’s title, text, and your name). As with a submission via our contact form, the story will be screened by Crickhollow staff, then approved for public posting.

Tips

  • Keep the content appropriate for all ages. Write a story that delights, and stick to the theme.
  • Read this description of “Hint Fiction” with tips and examples of ultra-brief 25-word stories.
  • Write and edit your story separately; don’t post it until you are happy with it.

Fine Print

  • Stories cannot exceed 50 words, not counting the title or author name; they can be shorter.
  • Your story can be either fiction or nonfiction; no need to label it as one or the other.
  • Five entries will be chosen as finalists. The winner will be announced on Monday, Nov. 18.
  • Copyright is retained by you, the author; submission of your story simply grants us the non-exclusive right to share the story here on our Crickhollow Books website.

What the Judges are Looking For

  • A creative story about thankgiving (however you might want to express that in a ultra-short story) .
  • Good details are important, even in ultra-short fiction.
  • A great ending line always helps!

Finalists will win a copy of How To Write Your Best Story from Crickhollow Books. The 1st prize winner will get a $50 gift certificate, redeemable at your local independent bookstore.

16 Comments on “Crickhollow Books Announces 50-Word Story Contest on “Thanksgiving”

  1. Thanksgiving Special

    It’s cold in here. I can’t wait for a nice family to take me home. It’ll be warmer then. First cool, then hot, they say. My feathers used to keep me warm, but now they’re gone. The wait is almost over. Someone will pick me to make their Thanksgiving special.

  2. Thanksgiving Dinner

    Steaming turkey, flowing gravy, and lumpy mashed potatoes;
    warm sweet potatoes with marshmallows and green-bean casserole, yum!

    The family visits; embraces are warm and happiness begins to overflow.
    We share smiles and make memories; our hearts brighten.

    by Lauder Hansen

  3. Thankfulness Blooms

    Thankfulness blooms during Thanksgiving;
    a beautiful tradition of giving and receiving
    kindness, happiness, support, and love.

    We all thrive on these feelings; in fact, we need them,
    and we receive a bounty of them
    every time we sit down at our table
    with our loving family and friends.

    by Lauder Hansen

  4. Thanksgiving Storm

    You slept through the siren, still wearing your turkey headband when we carried you to the cellar. Now we pick shingles from the garden, and insulation. “Cotton candy,” you say. We dance to radio static, glass crunching beneath the leaves, thankful for the brightening sky and for this watery wind.

    Karla Manternach

  5. Thanksgiving Ambivalence

    Invitation to dinner, bring dessert: Fortunate
    Batter spill, oven fire: Unfortunate

    Extinguisher handy: Lucky
    Foam-coated kitchen: Unlucky

    Bakery open: Good news
    Sold out: Bad news

    Restaurant sells carrot cake: Reprieve
    Arrive on time: Relieved
    Company, conversation, comfort. Relaxed

    True story: Stressed
    Happy ending: Blessed

  6. Columbus’ Mistake

    At my host family’s house for Thanksgiving, the little girl looked disappointed to meet me. Eighteen and fresh from India, I was puzzled. Thanksgiving soon became a cherished holiday, but my “Ah ha!” moment came only after my daughters shared Pocahontas’ and Sacagawea’s stories with me. Columbus’ mistake still confuses.

    by Kashmira Sheth

  7. Thanks for the Gifts

    Saturday before Thanksgiving, I informed daughter Becky, “I’m not cooking this year.” However, I gave her a turkey, along with a cookbook entitled “Easy Fall Feasts with Tony.” Thanksgiving morning, she called me to say thanks. She was at Tony’s, and he was cooking the turkey.

    by JKopp

  8. Untitled

    The midwife said the bubble wrap would help to warm him – that and my own body heat. So I cradled the newly delivered package to my chest, and began my first bouncy walk around the living room. Thank you. Pop. Thank you. Pop. Thank you. Pop.

    by Becky Spice

  9. Thanksgiving Dreams

    Day begins.
    Guests roll in.
    Bright Thanksgiving Day!

    Banquet spread, they bow their heads.
    Blue jay feeds on crusty seeds.
    Nibble and crunch. Rabbits munch.
    Come and chew, dear caribou.
    Enjoy your snack, canvasback.
    Feast on spruce, hungry moose.
    What a spree, chickadee!

    Sun sinks.
    Stars blink.
    Sweet Thanksgiving dreams.

    by Ann Ingalls

  10. Thanksgiving – A Memoir

    I opened the oven door. A charred black carcass clung to the metal rack. Mama squinted in my direction. “Don’t say a word.”

    How long did it take the poor critter to die? Did it bounce across the cornbread dressing in quiet desperation?

    Compliments.

    I felt like a traitor.

    by J.R. Ferguson

  11. Traditional Distance

    The indignity of a new bride forced to sit at the kid’s table. Unspoken tradition, relegated to the kitchen from the dining room. Closer to the food, yet separate from all the stories, and strained conversation. Do we dare confront Grandma? Does it matter? Yes, and so one tradition dies.

    by Mark Zastrow

  12. The pen I use has a fine line and a satisfying scratch, balm after a day of clicks and scrolls. To my aunt for the book I’ve wanted. To my brother for the silly socks. A tiny body climbs into my lap and stills. I’ve no card big enough.

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  14. Afternoon at the Orchard

    We picked apples from old boxes in the little shed surrounded by trees. Northern Spy. Blushing Golden. Jefferson’s Favorite. Each shone with summer’s touch, fall’s crunch, the hope of spring to blossom again. Then, we walked through the rusty woods on a path that led back to where we started.

    by Carl McNelty

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