Short Story Writing Contest 9th–12th grade Winner: Cora R. Bowen
Thank you to everyone who submitted entries to our Short Story Writing Contest during National Novel Writing Month. Writers were asked to follow the theme, At one point(e).
We were thrilled with the response and are excited to announce the winners from each category:
Walking Miracles by Olivia Prentice (6th–8th grade)
Frog-Child and Snake-Child: An African Folktale by Cora R. Bowen (9th–12th grade)
Afterglow by Jordan Long (Adult)
Our winners received Library prize packs and we will be publishing all three winning short stories during the month of January, here on MidPointe Library’s blog, The Pointe. Please check back to read them!
The second piece we would like to present is the winner of the 9th-12th grade category, Frog-Child and Snake-Child: An African Folktale by Cora R. Bowen.
Frog-Child and Snake-Child: An African Folktale
Once, in a land not so much bigger than ours, Frog-Child lived on the banks of a wide river. One day, as she was playing in the sand, she heard a strange sound behind her. She turned, but could not see who it was behind the tall grasses. It was not a squish-hop squish-hop like any of her family. It was not the bzz-bzz-bzz of any insect. It was not the scurry and scrabble of a shrew. It was a swish-swish-swish. Then, out of the grass came a slim, scaled head, two large, pool-like eyes and a tongue that flitted in and out nearly as fast as Frog-Child’s. Had Frog-Child been older she might have jumped quickly into the river, or she may have been frozen with fear. But she did not know what this creature was.
“Who are you?” she asked, reasoning it might be more polite than ‘What are you.’
“I am Snake-Child,” said the creature. “Who are you?” Had Snake-Child been older she may have snatched Frog-Child up as her breakfast, or held her paralyzed until one of her siblings could come. But Snake-Child did not know this.
“I am Frog-Child.”
“I have never met a Frog-Child,” said Snake.
“And I have never met a Snake-Child,” admitted Frog. “How do you move in that strange way that you do?”
“You mean slither?” said Snake, laughing. “It’s easy. All you have to do is swerve your body from side to side, like such.”
Frog hopped back to make room for her.
“But, Frog-Child,” said Snake, sitting up. “How on earth do you hop about like that?” “It’s easy!” said Frog. “All you must do is crouch, like so, and then leap!”
For the rest of the day Frog-Child and Snake-Child hopped and slithered together on the banks of the river. Neither was very good at the other, but they were good-natured and had great fun.
“Let’s meet again tomorrow!” Frog-Child exclaimed, when the sun began to sink low in the sky.
“Alright,” Snake answered.
The two each went home, hopping, slithering and thinking about the next day.
“Mamma! Mamma! Guess what? I made a new friend! She taught me how to slither,” Frog-Child said, upon reaching her mother.
“To slither?” said her mother. “What on earth was her name?”
“Her name was Snake-Child, Mamma, and she had the most beautiful scales! And you’ll never guess what she told me! She said she thought my webbed feet were beautiful! Isn’t it funny, Mamma? We both-”
“Frog-Child,” her mother said. “Stop. You are not to play with Snake-Child anymore.”