May 21

Summer of Stories 2022: Contest

THE CONTEST: Summer of Stories 2022
Tell us a story – in words or images

Respond to the prompts in the Writing and Visual Art categories – as often as you like! Win cash prizes and get published! To submit your work, click on the prompt, hit "Respond," and a new blog form will pop up. Fill in the title, category, and post your submission, and remember to save. Contest is open until Aug. 15.
  1. Writing 2022: Let your imagination run free! Let the words flow! Write about anything in any genre – poetry or prose, fiction or nonfiction.
  2. Visual Art 2022: Go outside and explore. Create visual art that reflects the world around you. Experiment with en plein air painting. Take photographs. Try sketching what you see. Choose any medium that inspires you. Submit your work individually or in multiples. 
PRIZES in Each Category:
1st place (GOLD) in each category: $150
2nd place (SILVER) in each category: $100
3rd place (BRONZE) in each category: $75
PUBLICATION in The Voice, September 2022 issue

DEADLINE: Monday, August 15, 2022

  • Must be your own original work and not published elsewhere
  • Must have a YWP account 
  • No word limit
  • No limit to the number of times you submit work
  • No limit on your imagination! Any genre, any medium.
Questions? Contact Susan Reid, YWP Executive Director, [email protected]
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The Real Price of the Uvalde Massacre

When the children of America go to school,

We expect them to come back.

We expect them to run up from the bus stop,

Keychains jingling,

Mouth filled with stories about their day.
What we do not expect

Is a phone call.

“Our deepest condolences- 

your child has passed from this earth.”

No words

Ode To Arms

Oh my dear Arms, thank you for all that you have done for me.

You are the ones that lift 100 pound weights as I (totally) work out at the gym. 

You are the ones that do all the hard work of hauling my backpack full of heavy books onto my shoulder.

You are the ones that are sadly forced to suffer through pushups and burpees.



A Defiant Destiny

I stand tall, I know I am dressed for male gaze. Utilizing my natural beauty to better my family’s chances of survival. I know more than they think I know. See, if the white men are drawn to me, perhaps peace will be made between my tribe and theirs. Perhaps peace is an option. Perhaps I can finally be the one to lay down the drawbridge that leads to peace. Perhaps.

Growing Old Together

The day has been too long. What day is it even? I have lost track of the days. Has it