Kennedy Brice, 3rd place story winner and Benjamin Strait, Judge's Prize winner.
Congratulations to all our awesome student winners in November's 2016 OHC Writer's Guild Student Story Competition
Presenting here on the Strait Line are a selected paragraph or two from each story. To read the complete story, please pick up the Winner's Compilation available at the Okefenokee Heritage Center!
First up is Judge's Prize winner, Benjamin Strait. He is a sophomore at Pierce County High, loves theater, graphic design and singing. I have a slight familiarity with him as we have mutual genetic roots. He is my son. The Tale of Jeff by Benjamin Strait
Jeff knew what was going on, but he kept the thought locked away deep in his mind. He ran, ran far off to where he thought he'd left his car, in an attempt to regain his bearings. but he soon realized that he had been turned around. Lost in the forest, he finally stumbles across a cabin in the woods. Remembering Rule Number 13 of horror movie survival, he started going in the opposite direction when he tripped over an exposed tree branch. The thud of the trip was heard all the way to the cabin, and a man steps out of it. He yells into the darkness, "Hey, anyone out there?"
Our third place winner is the incredibly talented Kennedy Brice. Kennedy is a middle school student, with many creative interests. She is a very successful young actress, appearing in a recurring role in The Walking Dead and many other films and TV, including Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors.
Howl
by Kennedy Brice
Luna traced her fingers along the snow crystals that had already started to form patterns on the window sill. Although it was dark, every line was illuminated by the full moon rising in the new winter sky. She noticed how the wind in the dancing trees cast ominous shadows in direct contrast to their canvas of glittering snow. She exhaled slowly, watching her breath turn to smoke, then dissipate into firelight like a ghost caught in the invading draft. The hearth cracked as she rubbed elbows angry from the impressions left aging wooden frame she had propped herself up on for a now uncertain amount of time and migrated to the old rocking chair. This welcomed comfort sat atop a hand knitted rug weathered by little footsteps of long lost children who once ran around asking for cookies years ago or for one more story as she and her siblings sat cross legged listening to stories her mother told. Luna scrunched her toes up in her snug black boots trying to wrinkle up her socks at the heels and get the feeling in them to return. Her gaze shifted to a framed photograph on a shelf hanging crooked on the wall. She winced painfully, though this pain was from her heart instead of her elbows and feet.
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These are all excellent! Ben's story really captured my attention. It's awesome that your son is following in your footsteps!
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