Ink Tears Flash Fiction Prize 2016

My story, The Mountain Cherry Tree Corps, was Highly Commended in this year's Ink Tears Prize.

The full results are here

Off the Beaten Track

Delighted to be Highly Commended in the Senior Travel Expert Travel Writing Competition!

 Copyright M Huggins 2007

The Off the Beaten Track Writing Competition closed on September 30th. Over 300 entries were received with about a quarter of them being fictional. Most of the entries were of publishable standard and it was clear that a lot of time and thought had been put into meeting the competition criteria. Our thanks to everyone who entered.

Ten Runners-up will each receive a £10 firstwriter.comsubscription voucher.The high standard of entries meant that judging was very difficult. After much consideration, the Judging Panel, chaired by our Writing Competition Editor, Anne Esser, chose two entries as Joint Winners, one factual the other fictional. Each entrant will receive half of the £100competition prize.

In recognition of the high number of good quality entries, the Judging Panel decided that ten additional entries that were short-listed, but not finally chosen as winners or runners-up, should be listed as Highly Commended.

The winning and runner-up entries will be published on the STE website over the next few weeks.

Joint Winners

• The Kingdom of the Cats – A Warm Welcome at the Edge of the World by Andrea Wotherspoon
• Ystalyfera by Bridget Blankley (Fictional)

Runners-up

• Anyone for Tea? by Barbara Bond
• Bobbinfield Blast Off by Carolyn Ward (Fictional)
• Cowboys, Indians and Hot Water by Deryn van der Tang
• Exploring History – Chernobyl Exclusion Zone by Philippa Holloway
• Just My Cup of Tea by Anne Leuchars
• Not Just Soap by Caroline Boobis
• Out of Place by Simon Whaley
• The Grand Experience by Andrew Abbott (Fictional)
• The Park in the Sky by Ellen Evers
• The Road to Nowhere by Janet Traill

Highly Commended

• Bray: Ireland’s Forgotten ‘Brighton’ by Eimear Dodd
• Delicious Surprise by Mandy Huggins
• Figeac – A Fortuitous Interlude by Amanda Lumley
• Finding Paradise in Lake Atitlan, Guatemala by Lisa Montgomery
• Jaffna by Clare Foxon
• Journeying Back Into the Blue Ridge by Judy Mitchell
• Life’s a Beach by Laura Collins
• Nootka Island Trek by Janet Rogers
• South of the Celtic Sea by Chelsea Steinauer-Scudder (Fictional)
• Why Don’t More Come to Morecambe? by Helen Rhodes

Dragonfly Tea / Henley Literary Festival Short Story Competition

So excited to be the runner-up in this year's competition!

Announcing our 2016 Short Story Winners!

 

The Dragonfly Tea Short Story competition has now come to a close. We received an outstanding number of entries, over 1000 across the adults and children's categories, and we were incredibly impressed with the quality and high standard of stories that were submitted this year.

Every story was read and reviewed and after a tough judging process, we are now thrilled to announce the winners of this year's Short Story Competition 2016:

Main Competition Winners: 

 

1st Prize
Jo Tiddy
Asase Ya

 
2nd Prize
Mandy Huggins
Michael Secker's Last Day 

 
3rd Prize
Hannah Hastilow
An Untitled Spanish Tale

 

Children's Competition Winners:

 

Ages 12-15:

Winner
Sophie Koziell-Pipe
The Observer
Highly Commended
Mia Myers
Heart Wrenched
Highly Commended
Sachleen Soor
We're All Mad Here

Ages 8-11:

Winner
Oscar Heelan
Pie in the W-Eye
Highly Commended
Ben Barnard
Liko and the Mythical Phoenix
Highly Commended
Charlie Martin
The Mary Celeste

Ages 4-7:

Winner
Lachlan Hudson-Cubitt
The Curse of the Sacred Maze
Highly Commended
Benji Rilett
When Nana Met a Goblin
Highly Commended
Bertie Wood
Attack of the One-eyed Boogei 

 

The winners were announced at our special awards ceremony at the Henley Literary Festival, where two of our wonderful judges Helen Lederer and Ireneson Okojie announced the winners and read the winning stories. 

We would like to congratulate all of the winners and thank everyone for entering this year. We hope our competition has inspired budding writers of all ages to put pen to paper and write a tale of discovery or adventure!

Also, this year we have printed all shortlisted stories into beautiful booklets. If you would like to read our shortlisted stories, please send an email to hello@dragonflytea.com and we would be delighted to send you a copy. 

I Must Be Off Travel Award

Thrilled that 'A Thousand Cranes', my entry into this year's I Must Be Off Travel Writing Competition, has reached the final 18. The winner and runner-up will be announced in the next couple of weeks. As well as the prizes awarded by the judge, Paola Fornari, there is an additional readers' prize. If you'd like to leave a comment on the I Must Be Off website, you can find it here

A Thousand Cranes by Mandy Huggins

As we emerged from Hiroshima station a man on a bicycle cut across in front of us, wobbled perilously, and sent a bag of leaflets fluttering across the station forecourt. He quickly dismounted and swooped down on them like a bird of prey, apologising profusely as we went over to help him. After we’d returned the leaflets to his bag we asked him for directions, and after pointing us towards the Peace Memorial Park, he disappeared again into the blur of morning commuters.
 

We left the station and headed towards the river, and as we reached the A-bomb Dome a hesitant sun appeared above the skeletal roof, showcasing stark metal against blue skies. The building partly survived the 1945 atomic blast because of its position directly beneath the epicentre, and now the poignant ruin is frozen in time amidst high rise blocks. We stared in silence, listening to the chime of the peace bell across the water.

At the park we were greeted by a flock of origami cranes. The strings of birds flew across the path in a gust of brisk autumnal wind, landing at our feet in a slalom of colour. I reached down and pocketed one that had broken free – tiny, bright and fragile, like an iridescent hummingbird.

A group of schoolboys snatched up the strings and solemnly placed them around the Children’s Memorial, before politely cornering visitors to help with their school assignments. A serious-looking boy with a glossy fringe greeted us in English before holding up his question, carefully handwritten in neat, rounded letters. He wanted us to suggest what the world could do to achieve lasting peace. Thrown by his unwavering gaze, I scribbled a quick answer, knowing that whatever words I offered they would not be adequate.

In front of us, a young girl and her mother arranged their own paper cranes around the memorial to Sadako Sasaki. Sadako was just two years old when the atom bomb fell, and died from leukaemia ten years later. She was attempting the challenge of folding a thousand cranes, the number needed according to Japanese lore to ensure that a wish comes true. Since then countless birds have been folded by children all across Japan and sent here as a constant symbol of hope for world peace.

I glimpsed a man watching us as he hung his cranes alongside the others. They were different to the birds folded from traditional origami paper; these were crafted from some kind of information leaflet, and when I saw them I realised it was the man from the station. As we turned towards the museum, I was aware that he was watching us as we went inside.

As we walked from room to room, it was the simple personal objects and haunting snapshots that resonated the most. There was no doubt that these scattered fragments of ordinary lives spoke the loudest about what happened on 6th August 1945. There was a watch that had stopped at the moment the bomb fell, a twisted tricycle, the tattered remnants of children’s clothes, a wall streaked with black rain, a charred lunch tin, a bottle that had melted in the intense heat. And the dark shadow of a man, burnt onto the steps of the bank, where he had been sitting, waiting for it to open.

When we stepped back outside, we blinked in the bright sunlight. The man was stood at the door, bowing to departing visitors as he handed out his leaflets. As soon as he saw us, he indicated a bench nearby and asked us to sit with him, finally introducing himself. Hitoshi was a local school English teacher, and a man with his own story to tell about Hiroshima; one that he wanted as many people as possible to hear. He explained that his mother, Mitsuko, was hibakusha -- a survivor of the bomb -- and consequently she suffered discrimination throughout her life, often finding it difficult to get work. A small child when the bomb fell, she lost her father and brother, and her mother and aunt suffered from severe radiation sickness and subsequent illnesses. After the war, misunderstanding was widespread, and survivors were thought to be bad luck and even contagious. Hitoshi recalled the hostility from neighbours and the consequent need for them to move home several times. He remembered his childhood as a time of insecurity. He told us that he handed out leaflets to Japanese visitors and students in the hope they would understand their own history better through a personal story.

As we said goodbye to him and left the park, we once again passed by the tangled strings of paper cranes around Sadako’s memorial. My hand closed around the tiny green bird in my pocket, and I paused for a moment to place my own hope for peace alongside the others.

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Mandy Huggins’s travel writing and short fiction has appeared in anthologies, newspapers and magazines. She has won numerous writing competitions and been shortlisted in many others, including those run by Bare Fiction, Fish, Ink Tears, English Pen, and Bradt Travel Guides. She won the BGTW New Travel Writer Award 2014.


Judge's Comment: Delicately folded paper cranes: what could contrast more starkly with the horror of Hiroshima? A bag of leaflets scattered on the ground brings our writer into contact with Hitoshi, who relates the story of how his family was affected by the bomb. His message is one of peace, echoed by the writer in the final sentence. '..I paused for a moment to place my own hope for peace alongside the others.'
 

COMMENTS:

1. This is one of my favourite entries so far.
   

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   Anonymous
   

   Such an important subject. Thank you. Beautifully written.
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   Anonymous
   

   A delicately-folded piece of work that thought-provokingly holds you at the last line
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   Anonymous
   

   Beautiful and evocative. Thank you.
5. 
   Anonymous
   

   A delicately and perfectly formed creation - like the origami cranes.
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   Anonymous
   

   Very thought provoking and we'll written, it draws you in and you can almost sense the atmosphere of being there. Brought a tear to my eye. Les Z

CINNAMON SHORT STORY PRIZE

CINNAMON PRESS SHORT STORY PRIZE

Very pleased to report that my entry into this year's Cinnamon Press Short Story Prize was commended. The winning stories can be read by clicking on the link above.

FlashFlood: Flight Path by Mandy Huggins

FlashFlood: Flight Path by Mandy Huggins: Beyond the pier I watch two men as they repaint the end wall of the new apartment block a startling orange.      ‘It’s the geese,’  explai...

The Last of Michiko

 

 The Last of Michiko was Highly Commended in the 2015 Bare Fiction Prize

 

Every evening Hitoshi kneels on a blue cushion in the doorway that leads out to the garden. He leaves the shoji screens open regardless of the weather, and stays there until long after the sun has set. His heart knows that Michiko will never return, but his stubborn head finds reasons to postpone acceptance of the fact.

The wind chimes jingle softly through the house, as gentle as her voice, and in the sudden breeze they mimic her laugh. Hitoshi presses his face into a pink kimono, inhaling her faint scent. At his side stands a jar of her homemade adzuki bean paste, as sweet and red as her lips. He has rationed it carefully, but now this final jar is almost empty.

The day’s post is propped up against the screen, and Hitoshi reaches for the bills and a letter from his daughter. She writes each week and always asks him to go and stay. Sometimes he thinks he will, but the trip to Tokyo seems like such a long journey now, and the city blinds him. There are no distances; everything is too densely packed, too close to see. And what about Michiko? He couldn’t risk her returning in his absence.

His son lives nearer, but when Hitoshi sees the car pull up he stays out of sight and doesn’t answer the door. He is saving them from the words that neither can bear to say. His son was the last to see Michiko; he watched the dark water snatch her away as though she were a brittle twig. When Hitoshi imagines it he pictures her hair floating upwards like the darkest seaweed, her skin so pale it appears as blue as the sea.

And though he has tried not to, he blames his son for failing to save her.

Some evenings Hitoshi thinks he hears a faint knocking, but when he goes outside the narrow street is always empty. He peers into the darkness for a moment; remembering the clack of wooden geta on the cobbles, glimpsing the soft light of the lantern outside the noodle shop. He imagines the warmth inside; the kind face of Koko as she pours the sake, and his friend, Wada, sitting at the counter waiting to mull over the old days. But Hitoshi always goes back inside and sits alone again in the dark.

Tonight there is no knocking, but just after seven o’clock he hears the doorbell. When he opens the screen, his neighbour, the young widow Emiko, stands beneath the light cradling a jar in both hands.

‘I found this in the cupboard, Hitoshi-san, the last of Michiko’s bean paste.’

As he takes the jar, Hitoshi stumbles under the weight of its significance. He looks up at Emiko as she backs away, and when their eyes meet she pauses. He bows, and gestures her inside, apologising for his rudeness. She steps past him, her kimono sweeping the tatami like a new broom, and the wind chimes fall silent.

Mandy Huggins
The Last of Michiko was Highly Commended in the Bare Fiction Prize for Flash Fiction 2015, as chosen by Richard Skinner.

ANDY KERSHAW - CLECKHEATON LITERATURE FESTIVAL

We had a great night at the Town Hall on Sunday for the final event of Cleckheaton Literature Festival 2016.

A big thank you to my friend, Andy Kershaw, for agreeing to coming back for a second year running. 

The evening was hosted by Martin Webster, who posed a variety of questions to Andy that we came up with between us. I have to admit that my favourite questions was one of my own - which was 'If you couldn't be Andy Kershaw, who would you like to be?'

Andy's answer was exactly as I hoped - Bruce Springsteen of course! :-)

CLECKHEATON LITERATURE FESTIVAL - ALISON LOCK - AUTHOR TALK - MAYSUN AND THE WINGFISH

‘Following the destruction of her beloved valley, Maysun encounters the spirit of the GrandOmma and embarks on a journey to bring the Wingfish – and harmony – back to her homeland. She must face the dangers of the Ruba forest alone, haunted by the memory of her encounter with Barco, the unwitting bringer of danger…’

We welcomed back Alison Lock to Cleckheaton Literature Festival this afternoon for the launch of her fantasy novel, Maysun and the Wingfish.

This is Alison’s first novel; developed from her prize-winning short story, Swarm. She was struck by the beauty of one image she had created; that of the flying fish - the wingfish - and wanted to take the idea further.

Alison was joined by her publisher, Dr Teika Bellamy, from Mother’s Milk Books, who talked at length about how she had combined her scientific background and editing skills to ensure that the world Alison created in MATW was consistent, cohesive, and adhered to the laws of physics as we know them.

Teika had previously published a piece of Alison’s work about motherhood, so when she struggled to place MATW - despite encouraging feedback from editors - Alison decided to approach Teika.

Dr Bellamy was immediately struck by the empathy of the main character, and the themes of collaboration, caring for other creatures, and the benefits of working together as a society, which all combined to make MATW a good fit for Mother’s Milk Books.

She loved Alison’s poetical and lyrical writing, but felt that her world building needed expanding. They worked together for approximately eighteen months before the book was ready for publication, and in that time the world of MATW was repeatedly questioned and revised until everything fit together. The biology, physics, and evolutionary considerations all had to match reality whilst sustaining the dream throughout the novel.

Alison read some beautiful passages from the book, and we were all immediately immersed in the vivid world she had created. She talked about how she is an intuitive writer, rather than one who develops characters or detailed plots in advance, but acknowledged that writing MATW had made her realise how lucky she was to have an editor who had so much input from the early stages - unusual in today’s publishing climate.

You can buy Maysun and the Wingfish from Mother’s Milk Books:

www.mothersmilkbooks