Think and Wonder, Wonder and Think: Inspirational Contest!

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What do you find inspirational?



This question is something that's different for every writer. Your challenge is to write a story about something that inspires you, or a story with an inspirational ending.

The contest starts now, and ends on April 24th, with the winner being announced at the end of Think and Wonder Weekend!

You can write either a story or a poem! Don't write more than 5k for a story, or 30 lines for a poem! Our judges have short attention span, so if you write something super long, we might get bored and that would be bad.

Oh, yeah, prizes!
Your prize will be a random mod reading your story or poem in the silliest accent or voice they can come up with! And also, a cool badge. What could be better?

With that, I'll leave you with some inspirational words from the inspiration of this entire event, the amazing and inspirational writer, Dr. Seuss! (If you're looking for some prompts, why not look in Dr. Seuss' writing? ;) )

Kid, you'll move mountains!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
so get on your way!




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hush, my sweet
these tornadoes are for you


-Richard Siken


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A Tragic End(Never say good-bye)
Here's my story that I'm submitting.......
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Here is my inspirational, free-verse poem. Enjoy!

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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien