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Short Story Contest!

Short Story Contest!

It’s that time of year again! We’re having a short story competition. Please have your child complete the story using the story starters below. (We provide one for grammar students and one for secondary.). Grammar school entries should be 200–500 words. Secondary school entries should be 800–1000 words. All entries must include student name, grade, parents' name, e-mail address, phone number, city, and state. Format must be Word Doc. Please email submissions to lexid@veritaspress.com and use the subject line “Short Story Competition.” Submissions must be received by 5:00 p.m. EST on March 15, 2019. Judging will be based on these age groups:

Grades 1–3

Grades 4–6

Grades 7–9

Grades 10–12

*Note: Stories can be adapted to be about male or female characters.

Grammar School:

It was a boring old Monday: school, homework, soccer practice then home. But it all changed when my  brother and I sat down at the dinner table that evening.

“Kids,” said my dad, with a big smile on his face. “Pack your bags.”

Oh no! I thought, They’re kicking us out! It’s because I didn’t clean my room!

My mom must have sensed my fear because the next thing she said made me feel better, “We’re not kicking you out, sweetie. We have tickets to….

Secondary School:

“Don’t forget, your family tree projects are due next Friday!” I heard my teacher yell as I zipped up my backpack to go home. I groaned. I hadn’t even started on the project yet. It seemed so boring to go through old photos.

That night after dinner, I finally talked myself into going up to the dusty attic to look for some photos to use for the project. In the attic, there were bags of old clothes in one corner, an old rocking horse and some dusty boxes. I  crept over to the boxes and wiped the dust off of one labeled “photos”. I set a few of the photo boxes aside, then something caught my eye. It was a smaller box that seemed to be hidden away in the corner. It was labeled with my mother’s name and “photos”, but that wasn’t my mother’s handwriting. I grabbed the box and opened it up. The contents fell into my lap and what I saw made me gasp!