The 2020 Spring Fling KidLit Contest asked writers to write 150 words about a GIF that inspired them. This bunny definitely did. My entry, Bad Bunny, won an honorable mention. https://ciaraoneal.weebly.com/spring-fling-kidlit-contest Bad Bunny By: Susan Summers WC: 142 “I love Spring!” Rabbit shouted. “Why?” Said Skunk. “Rabbits rule spring.” “I don’t think so.” “You’ll see,” Rabbit hopped away. At the park he sat, poised. “I’ll be swarmed by admirers.” “Look!” Pointed a girl. “A bluebird.” “No,” said Rabbit. He tried again, jumping into a fountain and splashing. “Look!” Shouted a boy. “Dandelions!” “Noo!” Rabbit leaped towards the dandelions and ate them. “Look at me!” “Honeybees!” The family watched the bees fly by. “Nooooo!” Rabbit hopped up, down, backward, forward. He was angry. “Mom, I think something’s wrong with that rabbit.” “Let’s call for help.” Skunk watched Rabbit being put into an ambulance. “You okay!?” “Yes, but I was wrong.” “About?” “Spring. It is NOT about me - yet.” “What?!” “I need the perfect place to look cute. Then you’ll see.” Rabbit shouted as the ambulance pulled away. “Spring will be mine!” |
This is my entry for the 2020 'SunWriteFun' Contest I won a critique. I hope you like it too! A Mother’s Journey By: Susan Summers WC: 153 As she swims towards the shore, gentle waves lap against her large shell. Slowly, and with much effort, she crawls up the beach. When she has reached the perfect spot; she digs, and digs, and digs. Sand flies through the air over and over again; until a deep hole is created. She lays round, white, rubbery eggs into the hole. Plop! One, two, three. Plop! Twenty-seven, twenty- eight, twenty-nine. Plop! Sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven. Plop! Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine. When she is finished, large flippers dig into the sand once more, covering the eggs. This will protect the young turtles until they hatch. She pats the last bits of sand in place and then moves on. With grunts, she lifts her heavy shell up and down as she makes her way back to the water. Under the moonlight, she returns to the sea. All that remains of this mother’s journey are tracks in the sand. |