Susanna’s Birthday Contest/ Surprise!

Birthday Balloons.alt-nicholanelson_flickr. Hi Readers! I hope you are enjoying the wonderful spring weather and hope your weather is as nice as mine. But before you go away I want to share this with you. So grab your cool iced mocha and stay. 

This post is for  Susanna Leonard Hill’s birthday story blog hop contest of 300 words or less. Susanna said that the participants write a children’s story about a creative and /or unique birthday celebration in either prose or poetry. The entry was to be posted on their blog between Saturday, May 19, 2012, and Tuesday, May 22, 2012.

I took the creative part to mean that the child was creative and wrote it as such. I chose to write it in prose. Because the contest has started on one of the days I don’t usually post, I hope you will enjoy the interruption .


Tina loved to play by herself. No brother to tell her she was too slow. No big sister to tell her to go away, and no mother to tell her to clean up her room. Tina loved going to a mossy shady area in the woods with rocks which she imagined was her house. She pretended she was adopted and that she was specially chosen by her mother and father because she was so pretty and that they loved her so much.

One day she was playing this game at her favorite tree when she heard one of her brothers calling her name. Not wanting him to find out where she went she quickly turned towards him and shouted, “What do you want?”

He said, “Mom wants you.”

Tina did not want to go. She turned around slowly and crept  back to the house. When she came into the living room, expecting mother to give her some work, all her brothers and sisters jumped up from behind sofas, chairs and tables and shouted “Happy! Happy Birthday, Tina! Happy birthday to you!

Her mother sweetly folded Tina into her arms and gently said “We love you so much, you do know that don’t you? We maybe don’t tell you often enough.” Mother kissed her hair and cheek and said “Come have some cake and ice cream.”

Tina was so surprised that they remembered her birthday. She had forgotten about it and she felt guilty for about two seconds. Father came over and gave her a hug.  And then Tina started to enjoy her party, laughed and clapped her hands when the family sang her birthday song again. Tina really felt her family loved her. The adoption game was forgotten.

The end. 300 words exactly.

Now I invite all of you to go to Susanna Hill’s blog and click on some of the other stories in the hop. You’ll be surprised at all the talent. Many spent hours writing their entry and are sure to be a winner.

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Journal writer. Author of "Annie's Special Day" celebrating life one hour at a time. Proud mother and grandmother of wonderful kids. Wife of brilliant husband. Servant of two cats. Am also one author in anthology "The 'I' Word" edited by Kate Gould on Kindle.
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33 Responses to Susanna’s Birthday Contest/ Surprise!

  1. One of the things I love about these contests is how original everyone’s entries are! Everybody takes the basic idea and runs a different direction with it. Great entry, Clar!!

    • clarbojahn says:

      Thanks, Susanna. I can’t wait to go round and read more of them tomorrow. They are all good. You are going to have a hard time judging. :)

  2. Awh that’s brilliant, Clar. Similar in concept to Jeremy draws a monster pb.

  3. Sweet story, Clar…as I child, I thought it was special to be adopted. But, my Mom convinced me I was not! Wish I had the time to enter the contest…

  4. Sweet birthday surprise and 300 words exactly. How lovely Clar!

  5. The adoption game, I think many kids have played that before so I like that she realizes in the end how happy she is to have her family.

  6. Laura Renauld says:

    Your character matures and changes in just 300 words! What a beautiful way to show the love of family (and the reality that sometimes kids don’t feel it).

    • clarbojahn says:

      Thank you, Laura.

      It’s true. Parents need to tell their child over and over again that they are loved. Their children read into criticism and general statements that they perhaps aren’t special to the parent and they just need reassurance all the time that they are loved. :)

  7. Such a sweet story Clar!

  8. Hi Clar:
    You’ve captured how young minds process their feelings. I loved the sentence, “Her mother sweetly folded Tina into her arms and gently said “We love you so much, you do know that don’t you?” The last sentence was great as well.
    Aren’t you glad you entered?
    I hope I made you smile, because you sure did when you left your wonderful comments about my poem.

  9. I love your birthday story, Clar! So many parents forget to “show and tell” their kids how much they love them…how perfect that the heroine is given the love and attention she was needing…the best birthday present, I think. ;)

    • clarbojahn says:

      Aaawww, You would be the one to point that out. lol.
      But it is true. A parent can’t tell their children enough that they are cherished and loved. Life is so hard and they need that reassurance all the time. Thanks, Vivian. :)

  10. tinamcho says:

    You chose a great character name! (mine) Cute story!

  11. A lovely story, Clarike! I can picture Tina tucked down into the ferns building fairy houses and listening to the birds sing. Thank you.

  12. Tina sounds a lot like me ! Great story! ;)

    • clarbojahn says:

      Aww. do you need to be told you are loved more often? don’t your parents reassure you often? I’m surprised, Erik. Know we love you and love your comments. I always love it when you stop here and take the time to comment. thanks. :)

  13. Judith says:

    Clara, this is sweet…good luck with the contest…. JD

  14. Really creative and sweet! I thoroughly enjoyed your story.

  15. Very sweet story, Clarike!

  16. Stacy S. Jensen says:

    Surprises. I love surprises!

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