• In Search of Treasure

    Below you’ll find my entry for Round 2 of the
    NYC Midnight Rhyming Story Challenge 2025
    (only edited to remove some typos that snuck in)

    My prompt was:

    Genre: Historical Fiction
    Theme: Self-respect
    Emotion: Trusting

    Synopsis:

    Pirates Anne Bonny and Mary Read inspired young Alice to take what she needs.


    Dear Alice was a quiet child, obedient and sweet.
    She smiled all day, and watched her brothers play and roam the streets.
    And when they learned to read, she had to sew and cook with mom.
    Yet Alice still believed her time would come.

    She wished she had the freedom that her brothers so enjoyed.
    Her lowered gaze these days of any kind of joy devoid.
    With hope grown dim and smile worn thin, she did as she was told,
    and cursed herself for never being bold.

    Then word arrived that pirate life had come to Spanish Town,
    so Alice joined the crowds and watched her world turn upside-down.
    For two accused of piracy were small but for their chests,
    and Alice scarce believed they way they dressed.

    No skirt or gown, but trousers long, and jackets meant for men!
    Around her people whispered, awed: “It’s Mary Read and Anne!”
    “I heard they carried pistols too…” A man said with disdain,
    as Alice dreamed of lives much less mundane.

    That night she cooked and cleaned but all the while she wondered why
    she’d never realised this was a life she could defy.
    And so she stole her brother’s coat, and sewed some trousers too.
    She tried them on, and finally felt true.

    She was a different person, not the weak one she’d abhorred,
    unlocking possibilities taboo and unexplored.
    So when her parents introduced a man to marry her,
    she found she had the courage to demur.

    She grabbed a bag and filled it with her trousers, coins, and coat,
    ignored her parents’ cries and ran away, heart in her throat.
    She walked up roads she’d never been, until she found an inn,
    and entered, trusting life could now begin.

    A guy who winked with bloodshot eyes, got up and downed his drink.
    He called for her, his words were slurred, she felt her spirit sink.
    As he came close, she rallied, saw the knife hang from his belt,
    and suddenly, her new-found mettle swelled.

    She grinned and said: “Let’s have a drink!” He readily agreed.
    And before long was too far gone to know his knife she’d freed.
    A surge of joy spread through her veins, a spark of something wild,
    as Alice found her worth, and truly smiled.

    Across the room a man had taken note of what she’d done.
    He sauntered up, brown eyes amused “Let’s have a talk, come on.”
    The drunkard barely conscious, Alice stood, and grabbed her bag,
    and from a gap spilled out a trouser leg.

    He chuckled, said his name was Sam, his crew was one man short.
    They needed someone small and fast; tomorrow they’d leave port.
    He eyed her bag, said: “Women spell bad luck, my men do tell…”
    She took the hint, and grinned: “Why don’t you call me Al?”

    I unfortunately didn’t advance to the finals, which doesn’t surprise me; having 72 hours to write this was tight. All I had time for on the first day was trying to think of a time period to set this in, day two was filled with research and writing the outline of the story, and all of the actual writing had to be done on day three.

    Still, I’m not unhappy with how it turned out. I had more plans for Alice, initially (and for Anne & Mary), but time and word limit constrictions made me scrap those. I might rewrite this someday to do my initial idea justice.

    Click here to read the feedback I received from the judges.

    WHAT THE JUDGES LIKED ABOUT YOUR STORY –

    • {1815}  I loved Alice! What a great heroine. So easy and fun to root for a young girl learning to break the rules. I love the vivid descriptions of pirate life, the danger and excitement this writer conjures, and the way rule breaking sets Alice free.  
    • {2501}  This story has a very strong protagonist in Alice. You do a nice job describing what her life is usually like, compared to what she wishes it would be. This sets up effectively for the moment when she runs away and when she is offered a job on Sam’s crew because we know exactly what her desires and motivations are. I thought the story also had some great detail to depict the action throughout with what every character is doing and how they express their feelings. In particular, some of my favorite lines include “With hope grown dim and smile worn thin, she did as she was told,/and cursed herself for never being bold” and “A surge of joy spread through her veins, a spark of something wild,/as Alice found her worth, and truly smiled.” 
    • {1788}  The author captured both the allure and danger of the Golden Age of Piracy excellently. From the striking wardrobe of Anne and Mary to the secret misdeeds that gave her more bravery (“A surge of joy spread through her veins, a spark of something wild”), Alice’s attraction to the unfamiliar was enjoyable to witness, shedding off her old life and embracing her liberation. The author presented her with realistic and historically accurate obstacles, whether societal (the potential marriage) or physical (how to navigate situations as a woman). They were great tests that illustrated why she’d be able to survive the life of a pirate while showing the emotional struggles during her transition (“ignored her parents’ cries and ran away, heart in her throat”).  

    WHAT THE JUDGES FEEL NEEDS WORK –

    • {1815}  Something in the rhyme scheme – the way the last line of each stanza is shorter than the others – made this story feel a little spasmodic, or stop and start. I felt like the momentum died at the end of each stanza and had to be built up again. I’d also encourage the writer to make sure that the lines make grammatical sense as well as rhyming – there is some leeway in rhyming stories to rearrange sentences so they work better in the rhythm, but lines like “her lowered gaze these days of any kind of joy devoid” felt a little hard to follow. I love the characters and the plot of this story, but I think the structure could be sharpened so it does them justice!  
    • {2501}  The story could be even stronger if Mary Read and Anne had a larger presence throughout. This doesn’t mean that Alice has to interact with them specifically, but since they’ve inspired Alice so much, I think it could be helpful to have her think about them more, perhaps even in a way that allows us learn more about their characters. Does Alice learn anything about their piracy or what their ultimate fate is? They seem well-known, so maybe a townsperson could describe some of their adventures to Alice. Then, at the end when Sam offers her the job, consider having Alice think back to Mary Read and Anne as a motivating factor for accepting the job. To make room for these details within the word count, consider slightly shortening Alice mulling over her own mundane life before she runs away. 
    • {1788}  While the era was crystal-clear, the setting would benefit from more refinement. When she leaves the comforts of home, the descriptions of her surroundings were rather general and more facts would immerse the reader in Alice’s world. For instance, where is she standing when she views Mary Read and Anne? Are they on a platform or being dragged to jail? Is she trying to look past tall people’s bodies as they’re taken off their ship? Likewise, when she’s in the inn, think about enriching the imagery there as well. Are there unique attributes about the place? In Spanish Town, does she hear a certain kind of music as the man saunters up to her? Maybe Sam’s drinking something that can only be found in the region. Small touches and vibrant images will enliven the scenes, and then the reader will not only feel Alice’s excitement, but experience the world she inhabits too. “In Search of Treasure” is a lovely tale of self-discovery and has two great historical figures. Once the author enriches the settings more, it will be even stronger.


  • In the Moment

    Below you’ll find my (unedited) entry for Round 1 of the NYC Midnight Rhyming Story Challenge 2025.

    My prompt was:

    Genre: Romance
    Theme: The benefit of the doubt
    Emotion: Exhilarated

    Synopsis:

    A guy about to graduate college is questioning his decision to admire his crush from afar, instead of making a move.


    I’ve had this crush for so damn long,
    my friends grew bored of poking fun.
    “Just ask him out, man, while we’re young,”
    They sigh, while I just freeze or run.

    I’d rather watch him from afar;
    he’d never want me anyway.
    He plays guitar at Tommy’s bar,
    though entry’s free, I’d gladly pay.

    I’m boring, average, and shy,
    but Dylan’s funny, smart, and…nice.
    And while I dream, the years fly by.
    My friends all date; I fantasise.

    As graduation’s drawing near,
    I’m feeling stressed and losing sleep.
    I don’t know what has caused this fear;
    it’s too intense and runs too deep.

    When walking from our final class,
    he brushes past, the penny drops.
    To face my fear I cannot pass
    this chance to ask him, so I stop.

    It’s now or never… “Dylan? Hi.”
    He turns his head expectantly.
    “Would you…” I swallow, throat gone dry,
    “Would you go on a date with me?”

    He stares at me for quite some time.
    His eyes search mine, I watch him frown.
    The silence stretches…I resign
    to feel my world come crashing down.

    I try to speak, to take it back,
    but then he answers, “Yeah, alright.”
    To process that, I need a sec.
    I suddenly feel very light.

    We settle on a coffee date,
    I must be grinning like a fool.
    He smiles, but seems to hesitate;
    I have to try to play it cool.

    The day before our date I spend
    obsessing, fretting, freaking out.
    I know that I should tell my friends,
    but what if Dylan’s doubts win out?

    I’m early, but, to my surprise
    I’m not the first one to arrive.
    We order drinks, I meet his eyes.
    A spark takes hold, I feel alive.

    Our conversation stops and starts,
    I talk too much, or not enough.
    He’s guarded, while I try too hard.
    Reality is pretty rough.

    Well, this is it, at least I know
    that we were never meant to be.
    He signals that it’s time to go
    and who am I to disagree?

    We walk in silence, when he says:
    “The park is nice this time of year…”
    All I can manage is a “Yes?”
    He looks at me, his smile sincere.

    He talks about this job he found;
    it’s out of town, he’ll have to leave.
    We take a seat on sun-warmed ground.
    He sighs, lies down, tugs on my sleeve.

    We stare and watch the clouds float past.
    He moves his hand, it’s touching mine.
    I want to make this moment last
    and let our fingers intertwine.

    The sun, the grass, the breeze, his skin…
    I try to memorise it all.
    This moment’s real; I crack a grin.
    A victory, however small.

    I’m sure my friends will give me hell
    for waiting till the very end.
    But even if this is farewell,
    it beats the times I played pretend.


    I placed 4th in my group, which means I made it to Round 2 this year.

    Click here to read the feedback I received from the judges.

    WHAT THE JUDGES LIKED ABOUT YOUR STORY – 

    • {2144}  I really like this story. I think you do a good job of accurately portraying the awkwardness of most first dates and the game that we constantly play in trying to understand the other person’s intentions while adjusting our own expectations. I also think the final 2 stanzas do a really good job of tying the story together as a whole and showing the significance of this date in greater context to the narrator’s character arc, even if it is imperfect in itself.   
    • {2253}  This is such a sweet story! You do such a great job of showing this protagonist’s nerves by outlining that he thinks he’s “boring, average, and shy” in comparison to Dylan, but also why he chooses to overcome it by thinking “it’s now or never…” Great job really showing the character’s motivations to ensure the reader can really connect with them. Well done! Lastly, I really enjoyed the final stanza and the moral around taking a chance when you have it—even if it ends up being short-lived. This is such a great conclusion to the story to keep readers thinking about it. Great job crafting a very engaging and captivating story!  
    • {1943}  Oh my goodness, this was such an endearing, sweet story. Your premise was simple but delightful. I think that any reader would identify with the protagonist’s fears about the date. I smiled at lines such as “I talk too much, or not enough” and “I must be grinning like a fool.” The characterization of this shy man was excellent – we really felt his fear and self-doubt. The depiction of the date was lovely. My heart melted as Dylan relaxed. I loved moments such as “He looks at me, his smile sincere” and “He moves his hand, it’s touching mine.” You left the reader wanting to see more, but equally, I loved the way that you left us feeling that even if this was the end of the romance, the protagonist had learned and grown from being brave. 🙂   

    WHAT THE JUDGES FEEL NEEDS WORK – 

    • {2144}  I love the story overall and think it’s pretty tightly written, so I don’t have any big notes. My only question is that I couldn’t help wondering why Dylan seems a little reserved throughout most of the date until they get to the park. I wonder if there is a way to hint a little more why that might be the case. Is it because he’s leaving? Does it just take a little bit for him to warm up? i just wanted a little more insight into his character and where this ambivalence comes from.  
    • {2253}  This story would benefit from a bit more exploration around this protagonist’s previous relationship with Dylan. It’s evident that they have had a crush for “so damn long” but what is the current nature of their relationship by the start of the story? For example, had they been friends, but the protagonist wanted to be more than that? Had they never spoken to each other, but just sat next to each other in class, or did Dylan not even know he existed. Showing the nature of their relationship in more specific detail would really help the reader better understand the stakes of what the protagonist has to lose as well as what they are overcoming to ask Dylan out on a date. 
    • {1943}  I thought that your writing was excellent, and I struggled to find much to suggest you might work on. A few points to consider might be: I found the line “I’d gladly pay” a little odd. As I reread, I understood your intention, but it felt awkward, and as if maybe you worded it like this to create the rhyme with ‘anyway/pay’. I would maybe simplify the sentence so we don’t have to think too hard about the implied meaning, especially as this comes right at the start of the story. The line “I suddenly feel very light” seemed rather understated or basic to me. I felt that the focus was on creating a rhyme, and I found myself pausing to consider how it might feel to suddenly feel “light”. Could you create a more sensory description of how he reacted, so that it feels more personal and authentic? I wondered if it would be more meaningful if you devoted the entire final verse to the romance, rather than reverting to the issue of the friends. This removed us from the emotion of the moment.


  • Rate & Review

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    Then, one month late, outside her home,
    a battered box showed up, lay prone.
    Inside she found protective foam,
    but then, just when she touched her phone…

    “Hi!” Came a knock.
    “We’re here for our stock.
    You’ve failed to respect our provisions.”

    Two men in black she’d never met
    demanded entrance to her flat,
    referred to terms she’d never read:
    a legal contract, ironclad.

    Enraged, but scared to make things worse
    she watched them enter, undeterred.
    They took the phone so briefly hers,
    left her to parse their parting words:
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  • Happy Mother’s Day

    Our gift this year to Mother Earth 
    More governments beguiled by greed
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

    Again more climate debt incurred
    Each broken record beat, repeat
    Our gift this year to Mother Earth

    We all should be on red alert
    Instead, her sources we deplete
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

    Our gaze, not crises, we avert
    Deep pockets buy our swift defeat
    Our gift this year to Mother Earth

    Our home burned up for short-term mirth
    A race to space, elitist treat
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

    Her plight denied, each cure deferred
    We make the choice to overheat
    Our gift this year to Mother Earth
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

  • No Adventures

    The road she walked felt smooth and... wrong.
    No thrilling adventures nearing.
    She sought and yearned for twists and turns,
    yet wandered a hundred clearings.

    On bright and sunny days she searched
    for dark and dangerous business.
    But all was fine, no signs of crime,
    nor villainy did she witness.

    She met no princes, found no foes,
    no dragons delayed her travels.
    She longed for quests and fiends to best;
    missed mysteries to unravel.

    She’d venture off the beaten path,
    convinced that trials awaited.
    But each new trek just brought her back
    to the safe lanes which she hated.

    Before she'd ever found a quest
    — a chance to prove she could do this —
    the road she’d roamed had lead her home,
    where crowds would shout she’d been foolish.

    She steeled her nerves, her head held high;
    she couldn’t appear defeated.
    To her surprise, she first heard cries,
    then cheers with which she was greeted.

    A hero's welcome, feast and all:
    a palatial celebration.
    They praised her grit, and brilliant wit,
    as her nerves spurred fraught sensations.

    They’d got it wrong, this wasn’t her!
    Her journey had not been daring.
    “You have prevailed! Please tell your tales!”
    But she found no words worth sharing.

    “I saw you save a wounded sprite!”
    Said a man who’d come to greet her.
    She knew he meant an incident,
    with a small, frail, fallen creature.

    Was that of note? She could not tell,
    and before she’d found her bearings,
    a girl chimed in with other things
    she had not thought worth declaring.

    Her eyes grew wide, as through the night,
    from their lips she heard her stories.
    And so she learned, that she’d returned
    a hero, now known for glories.