Contest Winners + Entries

Hello friends! It’s finally time for me to announce the contest winners!

Firstly, a huge thanks to everyone who participated in the contest! I truly enjoyed every single entry. It was SO hard to chose a winner! But anyway, I had to pick someone to win!

You guys aren’t going to see the winner’s post today though…I’m making you wait for that one. But, I will be sharing the 2nd and 3rd place stories! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

In Third Place

.

.

.

.

.

.

PottahWand!

PottahWand turned in an incredible story that truly warmed my heart. It’s really special, but well, you can read it yourself!

Making up Stories – By PottahWand

Cameron writes a title in his notebook.

CAMERON: Ok, uhm, how about, an endgame– no, that’s already been done. What about a secret organization– no, THAT’S been written, too!

Screams in frustration.

CAMERON: Ugh! I REALLY want to write a story, but I can’t think of an original storyline!

Sparkles enters Cameron’s room.

SPARKLES: I heard your screams; do you want any help?

CAMERON: If you could, then I would LOVE your help.

SPARKLES: Sure! How about fanfiction?

CAMERON: Fanfiction?

SPARKLES: Yes!

CAMERON: Sparkles, if you don’t mind me saying, I want to write something original, not something based on something else.

SPARKLES: Oh, that’s okay! Starts walking out of the room. I’ll be back later to see how your story’s getting on!

CAMERON: *thinks* I’ll go and have a snack. Maybe it’ll help me think!

Cameron walks out of the room, leaving it empty.

The second Gracie is out of earshot, Mischief tiptoes in, and starts writing a story.

After a while, he hears someone coming back, so he silently runs away.

It is just Stella. She sits herself on the bed and sees that a story is unfinished. She realizes that it’s in her brother’s notebook, so she wants to help finish it, and starts to finish the story, when JUST as she’s writing the final paragraph, someone walks in, so she hides under the bed.

It’s only Waffle, and when he reads the ending of the story, he finds it too sad, and feels sorry for the main character. He decides to finish the story on a lighter note, and gets to work. When he sees Cameron coming back, he feels uncomfortable with running away, or lying.

CAMERON: Waffle! Hi! What are you doing here?

WAFFLE: Sorry, Cameron, it’s just, this story you wrote felt so sad, and I didn’t want the story to finish like that. So, I wrote a different ending. I hope that’s okay with you.

CAMERON: Story? I didn’t write one! I was going to, but I didn’t! Oh man… *yells* IF ANYONE WROTE A STORY IN MY NEW NOTEBOOK, COULD YOU PLEASE COME TO MY ROOM?

Stella emerges from underneath the bed, giggling, and Mischief shuffles into the room, ashamed.

CAMERON: Right, I’m not angry with any of you, but you guys NEED to know that this is my PERSONAL notebook! This is for very special stories of mine!

MISCHIEF: Well, this one isn’t THAT bad, just read it, and you’ll see!

CAMERON: *sighs* Okay. *smiles* ‘There once was a tortoise called Dash. Dash was trying to win a competition where animals from ALL over the world were trying to win a race. When it started, Dash turned on a booster he was hiding to make him move like crazy, so he could win. However, the judge spotted him, and he was disqualified. Dash was DEVASTATED. He was so miserable, that he decided to go on a rocket and go to the moon, where he could weep in silence and in peace. Luckily, the at the last second, he realized his mistake and ran as fast as he could to the race, and asked if he could try again, without cheating. The judge agreed, and in the end, Dash got 23rd place! He was so proud of himself, and all he had to do was believe in himself.

The End.

STELLA: Well? Did you like it?

CAMERON: Well, it… actually WAS really good! I’m gonna go email a publisher and see if he can publish this! Thank you, guys!

Wasn’t that just so cute? Anyway, I bet you’re wondering who got second place right?

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

D!

D has a very thoughtful blog, which has been reflected in her photostory! Here it is:

WHERE THE LOST THOUGHTS GO

I saw him from a distance. It was a mere glimpse, but I registered so much of his face in that tiny fraction of a second. He had a lost expression as he sat staring into space. As I approached him silently, I searched for what it was that had his gaze enslaved. It was a solitary cloud.

It looked like a thick white blanket that had been rolled and crushed repeatedly until it had frayed ends and stray threads in all the wrong places. I couldn’t get over how magnificent it looked in the messy state it appeared to be in. At first glance; its beauty was in all that was wrong about it. As you continued to stare; the way it curved around a ray of light, its slow and gracious movement across the sky made it seem far too beautiful to be true. It was nothing like the clouds I’d doodle away when I’d let my thoughts wander.

“Hey Stella.” I’d been so dazed I didn’t notice I’d been standing next to him the whole time. “Hey.” It’s a half-hearted greeting, but I can see he hasn’t heard me. I sit down beside him and we continue to stare at the lonely cloud that appears faintly translucent from the last rays of the setting sun. 

“Would you miss me if I float away, Stella?” The question strikes me hard from out of the blue and I’m disoriented at what he’s asked. Did he really say, ‘float’?

He turns around to look at me and I know he’s searching for an answer in my eyes, one that I’m afraid my brain can’t formulate into words. “You can’t float”, I say. “I could with balloons.” It irks me how fast he replies. The fact that he’s actually thought it through, that he anticipated what I would say, annoys and touches me at the same time.

“Of course, I would miss you. All of us would.” That puts him at ease for a second before he tenses up again and sits rigidly staring at the last few wisps of the cloud, he’s given so much of his attention to. I suddenly catch sight of a few balloons next to him and the realisation that we’re sitting on the roof hits me like a bus. He can’t have been serious.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair they’re born to soar the skies, that they get to break themselves and stitch themselves back again and disappear and not be asked why they left or where they go?” He’s not himself today, but I can hear a pained love in his voice. He just wants answers. “Life is unfair.” I know my answer is too open-ended and I know it’s not what he wanted to hear as I see his face scrunch up in thoughtful anger. “But it’s still unfair?” He wants me to say yes. “Not to them, it isn’t.” 

I feel myself losing patience, I don’t understand where he’s going with this and I can’t walk away, not now that I’ve seen the balloons. “The balloons can’t take your weight.” I blurt out. He stares at me again and it just hurts so much to see him in wordless agony struggling to convey what his thoughts are screaming.

“Cloud, are you okay?” I ask, trying to count the balloons. He stands up and hands me a balloon. “I think it’s cruel I was named after a fluff of white that goes around exploring all day and here I am stuck with no place to fly away to, when my thoughts grow too loud.” He starts blowing a balloon and beckons me to follow suit. We blow up balloons till there’s enough to fill our home. I hold one out to him with a questioning eye and he shrugs as he ties their strings together. “They’re not for me”, he whispers. 

The sky’s a strange tint of royal blue speckled with wispy clouds and an occasional star. He takes out a few scraps of paper from his coat pocket and secures them at the end of each balloon. I can see something scribbled on each of them but they’re folded and hidden from view. Once all the balloons have paper scraps of their own, he hands a few of them to me and looks me straight in the eye and says, “Set them free.” 

We watch as the balloons float away into the sky without a word of thanks or a farewell stare. ”I felt bad we were keeping them in a drawer when they had so much potential. It felt wrong we were condemning themselves to a sedentary life when they were created to float, fly and soar. I figured I might send them away with a message or two for the clouds they pass through.”

Seriously? He was guilty about the balloons in his desk drawer? My anger vanishes like the cloud did as I see my brother staring at the last few balloons. For a brief moment, I’m suddenly made aware of the thoughts and efforts he must have channeled into organsing this little escape, because his little heart couldn’t bear the fact that we were holding a few balloons captive. 

He looks perfectly content, his skin giving off a slight glow against the midnight blue sky and we watch as the last of the balloons disappear at the horizon. “You have no place to fly away to, Cloud. But you have family who’ll brave any storm for you.” He turns to me and I go on, “Like the stars that are always there but never seen, by your side brother will we stand through thick and thin.”

Dear clouds,

Please take our worries with you, the next time you drop by and set them free. Keep these balloons safe till they arrive at the place the lost thoughts go.

Sincerely,

Cloud Star Stone

THE END

Wasn’t that really sweet? The only thing is that there was a mix-up of Stella being Cloud’s sister instead of neighbor. But I really loved it!

Anyway, I bet you guys want to know who won? Hm, I’m going to make you scroll a bit more…

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Rayna!

Goodness, I cannot wait for you to read this story! It is really cute, and I can’t wait to take the pictures for it. You guys should get to see it pretty soon!

Finally, before you go, I’m still doing my experiment for the month of April! I think a few of you have guessed right already, but that’s all I’ll say for now…

Oh! I almost forgot! Corrie also entered this contest and she’s turning it into a series! I for one can’t wait to see where her story goes next!

29 thoughts on “Contest Winners + Entries

  1. WHAAAAAT HOW DID I GET 3RD PLACE?!?! AGGGH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!
    D’s was AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I absolutely LOVED reading it!!!!!!!!!
    I CAN’T WAIT FOR RAYNA’S STORY AND YOUR PHOTOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    IEIFEWFJOWIEFRIVEIUTGUGNGTIGTNJTTU TIRUH THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🤩🤩😍😍😍😍

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s