Since 2012 Vivian Kirkfield has gently challenged writers to create a story using only 50 words. Yes, a full story with a hook, climax, and resolution in only 50 words. Writers have from March 4th, until 11:59 EST on March 6th to post their entry on Vivian's blog post titled: #50PreciousWords 2022 OFFICIAL CONTEST POST.
Last year, I took this challenge and entered a story inspired by the recent passing of one of my children's great-grandmothers. It was the first time I had ever publicly entered my work and it was terrifying!
Not because of Vivian, she is a lovely and very approachable author, but the thought of sharing my art in the form of something so personal with the world made me quake.
Kind of like publishing this blog and starting my website. Putting yourself out there is hard and imposter syndrome weasels its way in your head and fills it with self-doubt. But like Welsh actor, Rhys Ifans says, "If it is not scary, it is not worth doing." So, I took a deep breath, said a prayer, and hit the submit button.
I was surprised, and humbled, to receive an Honorable Mention for my entry last year. It was just the kickstart I needed to share more of my work and participate in more micro-fiction competitions.
This year my #50preciouswords entry is fruit from my January Storystorm list of book ideas. One book I have read multiple times is An Invisible Thread by Laura Schroff. I hold to the idea that we are all connected and one small act of kindness, or hatred, can alter the day, life, lived experience of the people we encounter.
I am also inspired by authors who can create beautiful works of art by using simple language and minimalistic word choice. Like we see in One Hug by Katrina Moore
and
Yo! Yes? by Chris Raschka. So, I knew I wanted to create an entry that used simple language and minimal words (well I kinda had to do that with this contest) to try to create something that left readers feeling hopeful while inviting them to reflect on how one small action can change someone's day. Although, I know it isn't to the caliber of Katrina Moore or Christ Raschka. (See! There's imposter syndrome trying to dump my bucket).
After several drafts and helpful feedback from my fabulous critique partners, I came up with...
One
By Kathleen Lowry
One day.
One playground.
One girl.
One boy.
One shy.
One smiles.
One race.
One seesaw.
One sandbox.
One shovel.
One grabs.
One cries.
One, “Sorry.”
One hug.
One snack.
Two friends.
I hope you enjoyed it. If you submitted an entry leave me a link to your blog in the comments so I can support you too!
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