Saturday, April 2, 2022

Just my little note about my little 144 ditty for #Springflingkidlit

It's that time again!  And for this year's submission, I am throwing convention out the window and writing about something icky not pretty... something, that to this day taps me on the shoulder with PTSD (Alaskan Childhood- never screens on windows). 

Why you ask?  Why would I write about something so tense for children?

Because it's true, they still exist and by writing about it, reading it, we can accept and maybe even laugh about the universal SHIVER we all have at the soundeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeee


Yes, I wrote a story about mosquitoes.  It's a very spring thing if you ask me. Note female mosquitoes' "hum" is louder and more high-pitched than the male, hence, the "her" in the piece.


So, here it is, all 144-words.  I hope you "enjoy" my reposting of- Mosquito’s Spring Serenade-(GIF) in the previous post.


Good Luck to all entries.  And "Hello Spring!"


Mosquito’s Spring Serenade

 

Undercovers,

windows open,

awake,

not sleeping,

I wish to dream.

 

Body tired,

Eyelids drooping,

I long for peaceful sleep,

while fresh aromas,

in spring air magic,

waft the sheets above my feet.

 

I dare not rest.

 

I dare not nod.

 

I dare not move an inch.

A thunderstorm,

Thump-Thump,

Thump-Thump

of heartbeats…distract and strain my ears.

 

With breath withheld, hands tense and ready, I listen…

 

She’s here, in my room,

              eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeee

 

near my bed,

              EEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeee

 

flying circles above my head…

EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeee

 

Close,

EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee

 

And closer,

EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee…eeeEEEEEE…

 

Hungry,

EeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee

 

Her serenade, 

overwhelming, 

until—All QUIET—RUSTLE—SLAP!

I missed.

She flies away,

              EeeeeeeeeeeeeeEeeeeEEEeeeee… EeeeeEEEeeeee

 

And the night ticks on S—L—O—W—L—Y as I slip restlessly, into sleep.

 

And the hungry monster,

 

takes…

EeeeeeeeeeeeeeEeeeeEEEeeeee… EeeeeEEEeeeee

 

…Her…

EeeeeEEEeeeee

 

Time.

 

Awake from dreaming,

Morning rested,

Fresh and warm and cozy,

I stretch, then…

 

Scratch…

Friday, April 1, 2022

A little 144 word ditty for #springflingkidlit 2022


 Mosquito’s Spring Serenade

By Laura N. Clement

Word Count: 144



Undercovers,

windows open,

awake,

not sleeping,

I wish to dream.

 

Body tired,

Eyelids drooping,

I long for peaceful sleep,

while fresh aromas,

in spring air magic,

waft the sheets above my feet.

 

I dare not rest.

 

I dare not nod.

 

I dare not move an inch.

A thunderstorm,

Thump-Thump,

Thump-Thump

of heartbeats…distract and strain my ears.

 

With breath withheld, hands tense and ready, I listen…

 

She’s here, in my room,

              eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeeeee

 

near my bed,

              EEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeee

 

flying circles above my head…

EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeee

 

Close,

EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee

 

And closer,

EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee…eeeEEEEEE…

 

Hungry,

EeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee

 

Her serenade, 

overwhelming, 

until—All QUIET—RUSTLE—SLAP!

I missed.

She flies away,

              EeeeeeeeeeeeeeEeeeeEEEeeeeeEeeeeEEEeeeee

 

And the night ticks on S—L—O—W—L—Y as I slip restlessly, into sleep.

 

And the hungry monster,


takes…

EeeeeeeeeeeeeeEeeeeEEEeeeeeEeeeeEEEeeeee

 

…Her…

EeeeeEEEeeeee

 

Time.

 

Awake from dreaming,

Morning rested,

Fresh and warm and cozy,

I stretch, then…

 

Scratch…




Mosquito GIF



Thursday, March 31, 2022

A late update- #50PreciousWords

 I forgot to post this lovely little story here and I can now, as it is now long after the results share that it won an Honorable Mention!


In between writing PB stories and life, I pull a little 50-word piece together for Vivian Kirkfield's contest.

#50Preciouswords and my little story The Meteorite and the Moon was honored in the Action/Adventure section.

Honorable Mentions

So for fun, I am posting it here.


Enjoy!


#amwriting
#writingcommunity

Friday, October 29, 2021

A Halloweensie Contest! 100 words or less to capture the spirit of the season

“BOO!”K Spooky Halloween

By Laura N. Clement

(100 words)

Blog: 



Boo Waillouder III hated Halloween. 

Ghost costumes were unimaginative- glow-in-the-dark paisley, animal prints, 

or sheets with holes. 


Boo’d never be caught dead in one of those, even for yummy gooey goodies. 

He’d rather hide in his favorite book. 


“Sorry it’s checked out,” said the Librarian. 

Crushed, Boo browsed, anger bubbling until, a surprising discovery!


‘Humans and Other Scary Creatures!’  


OOOOO! Thought Boo. Having a most spooktacular, 

bubbled-up goosebumps all over scary idea!


He’d just need a few things…



“And 1st prize…,” said the Librarian.


“Howdy,” said Boo.


“…for Most Imaginative Costume…”


                   “Eeekkk! A… Human!” 


“…goes to…”

“Hide!”


“…Boo Waillouder III!”



To read other fabulous entries visit:

https://susannahill.com/2021/10/29/the-11the-annual-halloweensie-writing-contest-aahhhrrrooooooooo/

Friday, October 1, 2021

#FallWritingFrenzy 2021!

I have been waiting for this #FallWritingFrenzy contest since last year!

I LOVE Autumn, and this writing exercise is such a fun one.  So…

 

Let’s celebrate #KidLit and the hosts of this contest @KaitlynleannSanchez, @LydiaLukidis, and @AmeerahHolliday.

Make sure to check out all the posts and read all the entries!

 

So, THE CHALLENGE: Write a fall-themed piece inspired by one of the several photos provided AND keep the word count to 200 words or less! Simple, right? I did it!  200 words!

Let’s just say, this year was fun. I hope you enjoy this year’s entry!

Happy Fall All!!!

Magic to Share

by Laura N. Clement

 

In summer,

she likes her toes to wiggle,

in grass and mud,

over pebbles submerged and slimy that tickle,

Squoosh and,

Sloosh,

against her bare skin—

warm,

browned,

but prickled.

 

Then,

without apology,

the season crashes—

and waves of frantic froth and foam,

delight,

then — fade,

leaving her drenched,

beaming,

and joyous.

Now—

with her still smaller handwoven in mine,

we unfold miles before the sun sets,

a bite of evening blushing our cheeks.

 

Toes tucked in—

warm,

muffled,

snuggled deep in heavy boots,

we devour the musty snap of orange,

and fragile crackle of yellow—

freshly fallen underfoot.

 

Her whole face — beaming,

bright and blissful,

beneath the fuzzy fold of her hat

is awash in the imagination of—

this season,

where petrichor surrounds,

soft and sweet,

before swelling into rain.

 

Impulsively—

With a skip,

and a twirl,

she pulls away,

to waltz and wander in the mist,

along the varied loops and lulls

on fences we pass.

Her exploration bends

when discovery finds,

her fingers dancing,

down,

uneven,

red edges,

that crumble,

when touched, until—

soaked,

frozen,

they weave once more into the warmth of mine.

 

There is magic here in the fading light,

ours to share. 

Thursday, April 1, 2021

My Spring Fling Entry for 2021

 Using this lovely, GIF. I was inspired to write an entry.



RIVER WAKES 



Not long after the cozy boots on sled dog feet race across,

and the SHUSH, 

CRUNCH, 

RUMBLE under sled runners wake the tired musher—

the icy river begins to stretch. 

Over the winter road, many tracks crisscross— 

Out. 

Onto. 

And beyond then, 

disappear. 


Fox waits. 

Moose listens. 

Bear, cozy in dreaming, begins to rouse.

Birds, varied in colors dart and dash with delight through the crisp air, noting the change. 

All along the forest edge speckled green hats pop through the snow and bow to winter before greeting the sun. 

The ice, timing itself for a grand farewell holds onto the still river until one morning… 

the air feels 

SUNSHINE 

warm, light, and fresh. 


Under a clear blue-sky thunder 


C-R-A-C-K-S, 

shaking the air and each snow-covered tree into a brand-new season. 


White melts into brown, 

frozen softens into ripples,

currents roll into waves, 

 that dance out to sea.



Gif image from: https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cx1BVLrXTBg/YGX24iAbA8I/AAAAAAAAfnU/sNWkB8vMyXsSEuYccnSeVtgjhNeS8UJSgCLcBGAsYHQ/w449-h253/image.png

Thursday, October 8, 2020

Dealing with the inner and outer critic-

 A poem-


Somedays words, in all their glory, texture, taste, touch and sound overwhelm my fingers, overtake the page and swallow me whole.

And this is OK. 


Spilling out words in an avalanche means there are at least ideas on a page. There might even a glimmer of a voice inside them.

 

Too many means there might be SOMETHING worth keeping AFTER, the first, then the second then-oh who keeps count-round of edits.

 

It’s never perfect.  


It’s art. 


It’s a feeling. 


It’s a moment I MUST share, for some odd reason. 

 

Why? 


Because, if I don’t write I’ll explode, or simply fade away.  They really are the same thing if you think about it.

 

So, yes. 


My writing might-at least at the beginning of a project-overwhelm. 


I’m fine with that.  


The manuscript might even feel too heavy after a few drafts. That’s OK too…

 

It’s all OK.  Because I am writing. 

I have started something that needs to BE. 


Heck, I might even one day finish it and that is perfection, even if it isn't perfect.


Thursday, October 1, 2020

#FallWritingFrenzy

I have been writing during this crazy time, just not on the blog BUT something inspired me greatly, so I decided to post it here.


I adore Autumn and Kaitlyn Sancheze @kaitlynlean17 has given me a chance to really adore it more.  This story is inspired by this image-



Here it is The Gift, it's only 197 words, 3 under the 200 limit! It highlights #DIS in a beautifully positive way and is deliciously autumnal!

THE GIFT

     Sam uncoiled his glee and let his four legs spring leaps and bounds over the crisp snap and crackle of the ground.  With his work vest off, he was ready to play.  Nothing, not the mud in the in-between with its slips and slides, or the smell of treats from Sarah's pocket could stop him from exploding into the freshly raked pile of waiting leaves.

     All he needed was a...

    "Go!"
    Then, down the ramp, bounding in a wingless flight, Sam sprung feet first PLUNGE...CRASH...CRUNCH.

    Waves of gold and crimson leaves burst into the damp gray afternoon air, alive with Sarah's laughter-fireworks of joy-cheering Sam into wilder wiggles and squiggles.  Blissfully burrowing deeper into the rainbow of fallen leaves Sam let autumn gobble him whole, until...

    "Sam!"

    Then, up and out, Sam sprang onto the rise of the ramp, bringing with him treasures-broken bits and pieces of summer now dressed in rain and frost-for Sarah's senses to devour.  Pressing into the large wheel of Sarah's chair Sam rested his chin on her armrest and waited while she hungrily explored the puzzle of textures and delicious scents buried in his fur.

    A gift.

    Sam waited, until...

    "Go!"




Tuesday, November 26, 2019

100 words-or-less Challenge 11.26.19- Sand, bark, Stone


[No Illo Notes in the text- Imagine Sophia's surroundings becoming more and more vibrant with each page turn until each page is FULL of the life around her at the park. The final page needs to show her whole (family) joining her.]


Waiting for a Sunday Sea Park Picnic


Sophia sat, all alone.

              Except for the sand sifting through her fingers…

              …Sea weeds ticking her toes…

              …stones cracking and slacking under blanket folds…

              …ducks just beyond the hill, scampering-one, two, three-steps from air to pond…

              …beavers crunching, munching, forever lunching on fallen branches…

              Sophia sat, all alone… surrounded by myriads of tones…

              …chimes…

              … and throngs of songs.

              Her being touching textures, ruggedly rough…silvery smooth…

              …and puckered and pocked.

              Sophia sat all alone…

…Smelling sea brine, she counted her time, one heartbeat to the next.

              Watching, waiting, feeling life from the sea push against land until a…

              …BARK!

Monday, November 25, 2019

CHESH Review #81 A Place to Stay- A Shelter Story written by Erin Gunti, illustrated by Esteli Meza

CHESH Review #81 A Place to Stay- A Shelter Story written by Erin Gunti, illustrated by Esteli Meza

CHESH Rating: 23
Crave: 4
Heart: 5
Eyes: 4
Soul: 5
Head: 5

Mad props for this book getting published, there needs to be more on the subject.  First-person child voice in a difficult situation-physically and emotionally.  As a conversation starter, this book gets things going well.  Pointing out many aspects of staying in a shelter and how to reframe one's perspective to make the best of a hard situation. 

CHESH Review #80 Home in The Woods by Eliza Wheeler

CHESH Review #80 Home in The Woods by Eliza Wheeler

Heart: 5
Eyes: 5
Soul: 5
Head: 5

Stunning from end page to end page. Eliza Walker's story about her grandmother's childhood, living in a small hut in the woods during the depression is lusciously dappled in a soft watercolor palate that makes the reader crave for another page turn.  Warmth emanates from the text as we the reader follow from season to season a new sense of normal in survival for this family. This book is one of my favorite's for the year.

CHESH Review #79 The Day Punctuation Came to Town by Kimberlee Gard, illustrated by Sanie Sonke

CHESH Review #79 The Day Punctuation Came to Town by Kimberlee Gard, illustrated by Sanie Sonke


CHESH Rating: 19
Crave: 3
Heart: 3
Eyes: 5
Soul: 3
Head: 5

I applaud how the author and illustrator have endeavored to created a world that strives to familiarize and make accessible punctuation.  The story aims to be universal, however, things get bogged down in the application of each punctuations job and as a dyslexic reader, I found each page with all of the varied fonts, colors, etc, very hard to follow. 

This is a beautiful book, the subject matter and overlaying story are at odds with an easy read.  But, this IS a useful tool for starting a conversation about punctuation.