The misadventures of Melanie Martineau who munched on mildewed macaroni (ew!) by Melissa Cunningham
Matthew Tandy’s two tanned tightrope tango-ers that teetered topward
Audacious alligators with artistic animal arms by Wendy Swore
Lisa Asanuma’s wicked, wild, witty witches with their wily wares
Carolyn Frank’s book review for the story She Sells Sea Shells (whose sappy sequels should stay secret)
Silly Sally Smith and her sloppy sweet shop whose snacks spawned sporadic seizures by Shelly Brown.
Talk about a mouthful! And an earful.
All the stories made some kind of sense, stretched vocabulary skills, and some didn’t have a single non-alliteration filler word. They did an excellent job! (Two thumbs up/clapping) While I hoped for 10 entries to make judging worthwhile, I’m still going to award a sweet snack of Idle Isle Toffee Balls to none other than (drumroll):
Her entry not only made me laugh, was the longest at over 100 words, but told a story with a beginning, middle, and end. I am impressed! I’ll soon share Shelly’s submission:
Silly Sally Smith sells sixty sloppy sweet snacks. Sally savvily serves sweet snacks side by side Samuel Stonehenge's Salad,
Sandwich, and Salsa Shop. Saucy Samuel Stonehenge says salads, sandwiches, and salsa support sturdy sustenance and Sally Smith's sweet snacks spawn sporadic seizures. Sally Smith saw Samuel Stonehenge's sentiments as short-sighted speculation and sassily said so. Samuel Stondehenge was smitten by Sally Smith's strong, snappy, spirited slant. "She's smart," Samuel surmised. Suspisious, Sally sulked to the sweet snack shop sullenly. Silently, Samuel slinked into the sweet snack shop, said 'sorry' with a sunflower spray, shopped- scoring seven sticky sweet snacks, stole a smile, smirked self-satisfied, and split. Sally seemed softened to Samuel's sumptuous salads, satisfactory sandwiches, and spicy salsa, and seemingly someday might settle for Samuel's spousal schemes. Someday.