Get in the Holiday Spirit with Our 50 Word Holiday Spirit Story Contest
The sleigh bells are ringing because our festive 50 word story contest has arrived! We invite writers of all ages to get in the holiday spirit by crafting a mini masterpiece about this magical time of year.
Stories should be exactly 50 words and incorporate some element of the winter holidays. Let your imagination run wild with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year’s Eve, or any other seasonal celebrations. Stories can take place in the past, present or future.
Rules:
- Story in the comments below (no emails)
- must be festive/holiday
- must be 50 words or less
Get creative with themes like:
- Cherished holiday traditions
- Bustling preparations
- Twinkling lights/decorations
- Frosted window panes
- Sledding, snowball fights, winter wonderlands
- Cozy fireside gatherings
- Finding the perfect gift
- New Year’s hopes and dreams
Add a splash of holiday cheer through touching moments, humor, surprises, reflections, or whatever fits your unique style. Transport readers into a vivid holiday world brimming with Yuletide spirit.
To enter, simply post your festive 50 word story in the comments by December 20, 2023. We’ll be publishing a selection of favorites in our print magazine and online.
So cozy up with a mug of hot cocoa and let your inner elf write a merry mini-masterpiece!
Great reasons to enter:
- Bragging Rights
- Showcase your creativity and holiday spirit
- Top 5 will be published in our end of the year issue
We want stories that radiate the magical feelings of the season. Surprise us with twists, delight us with Christmas charm, and warm our hearts with holiday cheer. Let’s celebrate the season of hope and joy together through festive flashes of fiction.
Wishing everyone a safe, meaningful, and very merry holiday season! Put your stories in the comments below and enter
As the snow falls and The Christmas Song is playing on the stereo. I can feel the spirit Christmas in my house and around me.
That inner peace makes me smile; having my family here with me. Minus the love of my life, holding the adoption approved to my heart.
It’s Christmas in the ER. Father’s got shingles.The hospital has colorful wreaths, staff members’ wearing snowmen headbands for cheer. Next door, a woman’s laughing-screaming. When I exit, I hear, “She’s having a psychotic break.” That woman looks up, sees my shiny hair, and whispers, “Oh, you’re my Christmas Angel.”
As he rushed past her for the fourth time, she plucked the last mistletoe berry from the branch that hung above the door. Crushing it between her fingers, she wiped the sticky glue onto her apron and watched as the Post Office van drove away making tracks in the snow.