Hopscotch Writing Competition!
Welcome to the first annual Hopscotch Writing competition. Please only submit ONE form of writing, and add your username. I'll judge, and all forms of writing are due Janurary 1st.
The winner will get a story written by me about them, and probably end up even more famous.
I'll pick the winner on Janurary 1st, and announce them. Include: The Genre, The Title, Your Username, (on hopscotch) and The Date You Published. If you have any questions, add @Snoopy in it, and I'll answer.
Here's an Example:
Title: The Newcomer
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Date: December 28, 2015
The first time I notice her, she's staring out the window, eyes frozen with fear and hands shaking. Her pale face bring out her blonde curls, which cascade down her back, and her light brown eyes. The snow outside is lightly descending towards the clear blue lake filled with life, but she brings darkness to the light of the orphanage, even when the sun shines through the glass window. That's right. We're in an orphanage. Sometimes I wonder how all of us got here; we all look differernt, but I feel as if we're a family. The orphanage is small and cozy, and we all are grateful for the fire that always seems to be burning.
"Hey," I say lightly, tapping her shoulder. She turns around abruptly, her hair wisping across her face swiftly. Her eyes burn with anger for a second before she realizes its me; the girl who has been staring at her for the past few hours. Oops.
"Oh, hey," she says, but then she turns back to the window.
"What are you doing?" I ask, trying not to sound stalker-ish.
"Waiting for my stupid father to pick me up," she snaps. "I was plucked from my bed and dumped off here without any notice."
"Well good luck," I say. We both watch as a truck pulls up to the orphanage. She straightens up a bit, and fixes her hair.
"Is that him?" I ask. She seems offended.
"No, that's our servant. My dad would never drive that piece of junk." Her hair springs around as she stands up, and she runs outside.
"Christina!" a woman sobs. "Oh, Christina." Her mom looks desperate, with her arms tightly wrapped around Christina's pink dress. I'm pushed aside as Maria, the leader of the orphanage, rushes outside.
"Christina, you must come back." I hear. I hear Christina weep at the sight of her mother being pushed back into the truck, and I duck under the window. Maria brings Christina in, who is crying loudly into her dainty hands. Once Christina sits down next to me, she spills out everything.
"My dad!" she wails. "He's dead! Lost everything!" Her lower lip quivers and she collapses onto the wood floor.
"My mo..mom.. has to work for that man to repay him, I'll never see her again!" she screams, still in a fit of tears.
"Oh gosh," I say. My heart aches for Christina. Christina is pulled away from me by Sandra, a teacher. Maria comes to sit with me and she squeezes my hand.
"It's nice to see you've made a friend. Christina has gone through very much. She seems fond of you." Maria says.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Christina's father was a very rich man, but won all of it by gambling. One night, he played so much that he lost all his money. He wouldn't give it out, and was beaten up on the streets. He still owed debt to his servant, and her mother was snatched away to live with that wicked man." Maria explains. I don't say anything. Instead, I bury my head into Maria's chest, listening for her heartbeat. It beats strong. Good. Maria was like a mother to me, always there. I never knew my mother.
End of example!