I am entering Susanna Leonard Hill's Summer Send-Off Writing Contest, which uses Heather Newman's dramatic illustration as a writing prompt.
Contest Rules:
The contest will be for a children's story of 250 words or less based on the picture above and in which somebody somewhere in your story says, in dialogue, "Did/do you see that?" (you may substitute any of the other senses - "Did/do you hear/feel/taste/smell that?") and somebody somewhere in your story says, "Goodbye!" (you are allowed to substitute "Farewell!", "Au revoir!", "Sayonara!", "Ciao!", or "So long!")
The contest will be for a children's story of 250 words or less based on the picture above and in which somebody somewhere in your story says, in dialogue, "Did/do you see that?" (you may substitute any of the other senses - "Did/do you hear/feel/taste/smell that?") and somebody somewhere in your story says, "Goodbye!" (you are allowed to substitute "Farewell!", "Au revoir!", "Sayonara!", "Ciao!", or "So long!")
UNDERCOVER IN FAIRYLAND
Smarmy, knighted spy for Medieval
Intelligence: 6thCourt, has been Drag’s loyal groom for two
years. While weary of the constant scale
scrubbing, his mission to keep Drag away from the castle has been
successful…until now. Now, thinks Smarmy, MI6 will never promote me unless I rescue Princess Alia!
Chaos erupts around the castle as the news of Drag’s conquest
spreads throughout Fairyland. Heroes and Villains come out of the woodwork to
be part of the story. Not only do I have
to battle Drag and save the Princess, Smarmy calculates, but I also have to deal with an overly eager
Prince bent on rescuing a Damsel-in-Distress, a Sorceress who looks ready to
cast a spell on anything that moves, and a girl who is about to throw flowers at
the scene as if she is watching a staged play.
Thinking fast, Smarmy shouts: “Did you see that?” as he
flings his scrub brush across the fiery ravine.
All the characters turn to look. Smarmy
quickly pours his bucket of suds over Drag’s head. Howling, Drag claws at his
eyes, buying Smarmy enough time to race to the first tower room. With a hearty
“Ciao!”, he calls his trusty blackbird, who flies from his perch with the
key. “Princess,” Smarmy bows, as the
rotund and not-quite-beautiful Alia, disguised as a handmaid, sashays out of
the room.
“It’s about time,” Princess Alia sniffs. “The Prince had his
eye on the wrong girl!” (240)