I’m part of an online writing group called Globe Soup Writing Group, that recently held a Micro Writing Competition. You had to write 100 words, either fiction or non fiction, and the subject was Favourite Place.
I’ve never entered a writing competition before but I was excited. Worst case scenario, nothing happened, but at least someone would have read my work. Best case, I became a finalist or even won!
Well, I found out in the week that I didn’t get shortlisted, but that doesn’t matter. The competition was strong and reading the final entries I could see how there were things I could have improved. I really enjoyed taking part however, and it feels great to be part of a community that has the same passion for writing as me.
One of my favourite authors Elizabeth Gilbert says, “What do you love doing so much, that the words failure and success essentially become irrelevant?” Thats what I love about writing, maybe only a handful of people will ever read what I write, or maybe one day I will write a best selling book, it doesn’t matter. So long as it brings me joy, I’m happy to put myself out there, which is why I’m sharing my entry with you now.
I wrote this 100 word micro story on my favourite place, Gossabrough beach on the Island of Yell in Shetland. Initially I wanted to write a piece as though it could have been any beach in any country, but as I got to typing I knew I couldn’t help but try to recreate a specific time and place that was special to me. My great, great grandmother lived by this tiny beach on this little Island in the North Sea, so it was a must to visit when my mum and I travelled to Yell in 2019. There was no one around, no noise except the sea and we sat there for hours just watching the waves, feeling closer to our ancestors than we ever thought possible on our trip.
Heres my story, I hope you enjoy it.
My toes felt comforted by the cool white sand beneath my feet, the sound of the tide lapping against the shore added to my relaxation. I looked over the bay and its blue sky towards Aywick, when a movement between the tideline and the horizon caught my eye, a head bobbing in the water, watching me where I sat on the beach. It dived below as we made eye contact. It was the first seal I had seen since I had arrived on the island and it felt magical, I was enchanted as it danced in the waves before me.
Let me know what you think, and also tell me about your favourite place, ideally in 100 words or less, its harder than you think!