Spring: Writing Contest

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Spring: Writing Contest


In poetry, prose, fiction or nonfiction, submit one or several of your best creations! What inspires you? What stories do you want to tell? You choose the theme and the genre. Scroll down to enter the contest!

[Art credit: "Growing Knowledge" by Ruth Petit, YWP]


CONTEST DETAILS:

  • Awards: Gold ($100), Silver ($75), and Bronze ($50) in each of two categories – Writing and Visual Art
  • For ages 12-18. You must have a YWP account. (It’s free to join, and the contest is free!)
  • Scroll to the bottom of this post to respond to the contest challenge in the genre of your choice
  • Must be your original work, not published elsewhere – and not AI!
  • No limit to number of submissions in both categories
  • Deadline: April 15, 2024
  • Prize winners and honorable mentions will be published in the May issue of our digital magazine, The Voice.

See the Contest Winners Announcement


Submissions

  • The Time Between

    In the dead of winter,

    crows call out,

    their song a splinter-

    in the silence of doubt.

    Spring is longed for.

    Its warmth wanted more-

    than ever before.

    Though, in the time between,

  • Cardinal

    I saw you today,  

    Dressed in the prettiest red dress to ever be sewn, 

    Wearing the cat eye mascara you always have. 

    Your hair waved to me as you flew past. 

    I swear I saw you wink.  

  • I know you

    i know you

    the quiet one never heard

    i know you

    the one with eyes like a deer

    i know you

    the one tagging along at the back

    i know you

    the one last picked in a game

    i know you

  • Yin-Yang

    Yin,

    you are the moon,

    a circle of white layered with platinum,

    emitting a smoky and transparent aura.

    Yang,

    you are the sun,

    an entity of blazing colors draped over each other,

  • A Reminder Of Winter

    A gentle reminder of love,

    the snow falls around like a hug,

    one I’ve come to appreciate so much.

    The chill in the air sweeps around us,

    as spring dances with winter.

    The two almost inseparable.

  • The Moon's Lullaby

    The stars were out that night

    But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.

    She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby

    Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep

  • Rising

    We were rising.

    With every thread tied together, by those who wanted to catch hold —


    Those with knotted breath and clasped hands 

    Weaving together a dream, cast out into a sea of stars —