Markets For Writers

Many of you will know that I have a soft spot for limericks and have featured them a few times on my blog. A US paper, ‘The Saturday Evening Post’, is calling for your best limerick about an image featured in the paper. To see the said image, click on the following link:

Wanna join in the fun? Submit your limerick!

Entries are accepted worldwide. $25 dollars goes to the best one. The winning entry is published in the paper as are several runners-up.

Previous winning entries can be viewed if you follow the above link.

You’ll have to get your skates on – the closing date is December 3rd 2014. It looks like they feature a new image and limerick competition every other month, so if you miss this one keep your eyes open for the next one.

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7 responses to “Markets For Writers”

  1. Thanks for that, Esther. Keep you fingers crossed for:
    “Little boys should be seen and not heard
    is an axiom simply absurd
    but this boy was so weak
    that he just couldn’t speak
    after eating the whole of that bird!”
    That has to be worth $25, surely.

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    1. I love it! It would certainly get my vote for $25 🙂

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    2. hahahaha, Keith you crack me up!

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  2. Appreciate the contest tip; thanks Esther. I sent in the following:

    Thanksgiving dinner was pure bliss
    Turkey with gravy can’t miss
    However the wish bone was left unbroken
    ‘Cause the pumpkin pie had spoken
    And dreams now her mind do kiss

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    1. Great! This made me smile. Really glad it’s provided an opportunity. Good luck!

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    JasonMoody77

    Limerick entered, time for a story…

    “I said no,” yelled Michelle.
    “But why not Mum?” said Max.
    Michelle slammed the Cereal box on the counter. “I’ve had about enough of your whining.”
    Max muttered under his breath. With that, Michelle turned, her face reddening.
    “Will you just drop it Max, please.”
    Max huffed. Loud enough that his Mum would hear.
    “Why can’t you forgive dad?”

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    1. I like the revelation here. Great story 🙂

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