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2026 Kidlit Chuckle Challenge

If you’ve followed me for even ten minutes, you’ll know I absolutely love kidlit writing contests and appreciate the wonderful humans that run them. Julie (@juliehauswirthbooks), Kris (@krisdecarowrites), Bri (@lawyerbri) & April (@aprilberrybooks). And also a huge shout out to the fabulous prize donors who are too many to thank individually!

Find out more about this fun contest here: https://www.juliehauswirth.com/post/2026-kidlit-chuckle-challenge

Here’s my 2026 entry!

How a Heart Hurricane Saved the Day

(200 Words)

My little brother’s name is Charles Carter. But I call him Captain Catastrophe. Before you get all, “that’s not very nice” about it, you really should hear my side of the story.

For my 10th birthday, Mom finally agreed to let me have a sleepover party.
I wanted it to be perfect. English Muffin pizzas, manicures, hair braiding.

The trouble started during the movie. We were wrapped in blankets, munching popcorn. It was perfect, until…the stench of Char-, I mean, Captain Catastrophe- invaded the air.

Megan spit popcorn across the room.
Claire pinched her nostrils.
Rylee dry heaved.
Brooke clamped her hands over her mouth. “What’s that smell?”

Of course, I knew, even before Captain Catastrophe leapt over the couch, yelling, “Fart Thunderstorm!!”

At first, I wanted to yell for Mom to help. Then, instinct kicked in. NOTHING was going to ruin my party. Nothing.

“On your feet!” I shouted. “Let’s make a Heart Hurricane!” We linked hands and skipped in circles around my brother. The prevailing winds of our heart hurricane overcame the fart thunderstorm and the unstable weather system who’d created it…aka Captain Catastrophe. And sent him adrift back to his room.

And my party?

It was perfect.

Write What You Know?

For most authors, we’ve heard this advice at some point in our writing journey. But does it work? Does writing stories based on our own life experiences create a compelling narrative that readers won’t want to put down? Sort of!

Writing what you know doesn’t mean jotting down the mundane details of your everyday life. That’s journaling, and really isn’t fit for widespread consumption. Heck, I don’t even want my family to read my journals! It also doesn’t mean writing the story of your life, unless you’re writing a memoir. But for fiction, I’m a firm believer in using specific events in my life as fodder for my stories.

The trick to this is to pick something that’s happened to you, or to someone in your life. Then start asking “what if?” over and over until you’ve got something tantalizing enough to create a fictionalized version of that event. I’ve applied this approach to several manuscripts, but I’m going to break down this process for my upcoming MG novel, Caught on Camera.

The cover of my debut middle-grade novel, publishing on April 27, 2027

Here is a breakdown of how the idea for my novel began with an everyday event in my life and grew with each “what if” question I applied to it. While teaching fourth grade in Effingham County, Georgia, our school system’s Reading textbook was Harcourt Trophies, an anthology of stories grouped by theme. One of the stories we taught from was an excerpt from the Newbery Honor-winning MG novel, The Cricket in Times Square. I seldom had a student who’d seen New York City or Times Square in person. So the passage below didn’t resonate with them.

One more hop brought him out onto the sidewalk. And there he gasped, holding his breath and crouching against the cement. They were standing at one corner of the Times building, which is at the south end of Times Square. Above the cricket, towers that seemed like mountains of light rose up into the night sky. Even this late the neon signs were still blazing. Reds, blues, greens, and yellows flashed down on him. And the air was full of the roar of traffic and the hum of human beings. It was as if Times Square were a kind of shell, with colors and noises breaking in great waves inside it. Chester’s heart hurt him and he closed his eyes. The sight was too terrible and beautiful for a cricket who up to now had measured high things by the height of his willow tree and sounds by the burble of a running brook.

The “think and respond” questions for this story asked the kids how the setting affects the lives of the characters, and why it’s so hard for this cricket from a quiet meadow in Connecticut to adjust to life in Times Square. My students struggled to make this connection from the text alone. So, I asked my principal if I could pull up some webcam footage of Times Square at the end of class one day to give the kids a sense of the setting. They all enjoyed the webcams and I think it helped them understand the sensory overload aspect of standing in the middle of all lights and sounds. One of my students, was convinced he saw a crime of someone selling “bootleg DVDs” on the sidewalk. He wanted us to call 911 and watch the police arrive–which we obviously didn’t do. But it planted the first “what if?” seed that grew into this novel.

  1. What if a student really did see a crime or something similar while watching webcam footage?
  2. What if no one believed him?
  3. What if he found archived footage to prove he was right?
  4. What if he enhanced that footage to get an image of the suspect/crime/criminal?
  5. What if he started a podcast with tags about conspiracy theories or fake deaths that would garner a lot of views?
  6. What if powerful people were threatened by this information coming to light?
  7. What if those people sent someone after him?
  8. What if the kid had to go on the run from the “bad guys”?
  9. What if the bad guy caught up to him?

Hopefully, you see where I’m going here. Each “what if?” question raises the stakes and creates an opportunity to write exciting scenes for your protagonist.

I started out writing this novel based on “what I know” from an experience I shared with my fourth-grade students. And it grew from there. If you’re interested in CAUGHT ON CAMERA, you can pre-order a copy here.

If you want to read the eBook version and you have a Libby App through your library, you can search for the book by title and author and click the “notify me” tag. This lets the purchasing department of your library see interest in the title so they can order it. Then you’ll get a notification that it’s ready to borrow. Here’s a screenshot of what the search and tagging function look like on the app.

Halloweensie 2025

I love entering (and reading other entries) for this fun, annual kidlit writing contest. The challenge: write a story for kids in 100 words or less, using some form of the words wings, spell, and fog. Check out all the details at Susanna Leonard Hill’s website: https://susannahill.com/2025/10/29/the-15th-annual-halloweensie-writing-contest-aahhhrrrooooooo/comment-page-1/#comment-107791

The Poultrygeist

By Melissa Miles

99 words

Tensions rise at the Halloween spelling bee.

Sweat trickles down my back.

Five students left.

I’m up.

C-A-U-L-D-R-O-N.

Whew!

Out goes Sophie.

Liam’s out.

I’m up again.

S-U-P-E-R-N-A-T-U-R-A-L.

Whew!

Ella’s gone.

It’s just me and Grace.

She spells P-O-U-L-T-R-Y -G-I-S-T.

Oops!

A cackling ghost swoops overhead,

clucking and flapping its arms like chicken wings.

What’s that?!

I blink hard, and shake my head.

I can’t be distracted now.

If I get this right, I win.

I open my mouth, but…

fog fills my brain!

No! I studied this one.

P-O-L-T-E-R-G-E-I-S-T.

POOF! The real poltergeist vanishes.

Applause erupts.

I win!

50 Precious Words 2025

I wanted to share my entry into Vivian Kirkfield’s annual contest 50 Precious Words. I’m thrilled to say it won a prize this year, out of 586 entries. Thank you to Vivian and all of the folks who help her bring this contest to writers each year.

The Fixer

Mom slips through the door, bathing my hospital bed in hallway light.

She sighs. “Okay. No more lab draws before 5 AM.”

“You don’t always have to fix everything for me,” I say.

“You’ll understand when you’re a mom.”

Silence falls between us.

We both know that might never happen.

Free Bea

It’s that time of year again! I love the Spring Fling Writing Contest! Be sure to check it out. Thanks so much to Kaitlyn and Ciara for putting this together and all of the amazing prize donors. The gist is that you write a story geared for kids in 150 words or less!

Here is my entry:

Free Bea

By Melissa Johnston Miles

147 words

Bea worked night and day helping her hive.

One spring day, Bea buzzed her farewell–heading to a field of sunflowers. She lapped sweet nectar until her honey stomach was STUFFED.

It was time to contribute to her hive’s honey production. But Bea hesitated.

She could really use a nap. Zzzzzzzzzzz

Later, she listened for the familiar BUZZZZZZZ of home. But it never came!

“What happened?” Bea asked Maple, the gracious tree that housed her colony.

 Maple waved her branches frantically. “That man with the ladder took your hive.”

Bea’s wings drooped.

She couldn’t be a helper bee without a hive to help.

She soared above the retreating truck until it stopped. Bea landed nearby.

A man in overalls removed a wooden crate. The buzz of her colony was music to her ears.

“Bea!” her family shouted.

“I’m back.” Buzzed Bea.

“Home is where the hive is.”

2025 “Valentiny” Contest

I can’t believe it’s that time of year again! When February rolls around, it’s time to write a story for the annual Valentiny Contest. If you don’t know about Susanna Leonard Hill’s wonderful writing contests for kidlit creators, you can find all the details here.

This year, we had 214 words (excluding the title) to write a full Valentine’s Day themed story with a main character who is worried about something. These are always too fun to miss! Here’s my entry:

Wally Isn’t Worried!
by Melissa Johnston Miles
213 Words

Wally is the fiercest, most ferocious ferret in the forest.
Everyone knows it.

Well, maybe not everyone…

Okay, okay, maybe no one.

Still, Wally repeats these words
each morning while staring at his reflection
in the pond near his home—
hoping to make them true.

Maybe by repeating them enough,
he’ll become braver. Less worried.

Fatigued of fearing other forest creatures,
Wally sets out to deliver the custom Valentine’s
he’s spent weeks crafting.

First stop is Snake’s house.
“Who’ssssssssssssss there?”
Wally gulps, drops the Valentine, and scurries away.

Next stop is Owl’s place.
“WHOO WHOO WHOO’s there?”
Wally gulps, drops the Valentine, and scurries away.

He tiptoes towards Bear’s cave.
Wally’s heart hammers.
His paws tremble.
“GRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!”
Wally gulps, drops the Valentine, and scurries away.

Back at the pond, Wally sits with sagging shoulders.
I’ll never be fierce or ferocious. I’ll always be worried and scared.

Behind him, a twig snaps.
Wally scrambles to his feet and spins around—
prepared to run for it!

In the clearing, a flurry of forest friends gather.
“Thanks for our Valentine’s!”

“You knew where to find me?”
Wally always worried no one knew he existed!

“SSSSSSS-sure we did,” says Snake.

Wally grins. All that worry for nothing!
Maybe friendly is better than ferocious anyway.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

“Halloweensie” 2024

I look forward to this contest every year. A huge shout out to Susanna Leonard Hill, who puts this together. Read more about her and the contest here.

This year, I couldn’t decide between writing something in rhyme or not, so I have two entries! It’s allowed, so I thought I’d give it a shot.

Without further ado, here are my two entries, beginning with the rhyming one:

The Haunted House Dare (95 words)

by Melissa Miles

On Halloween night, we brace for the chill,

our black capes trailing as we climb the hill.

The house up on top is known for its scares,

but my brother Jack accepts ALL the dares.

Up the front staircase, we tiptoe and creep,

knowing we cannot risk making a peep.

Jack raises a hand, he’s ready to knock—

“Oh no, what’s that?” It’s the click of a lock!”

The door swings open, we’re caught unaware!

There’s a huge green goblin hovering there.

He dances a jig, and flashes a grin,

“Hooray, I have trick-or-treaters again!”

The Glamorous Little Goblin (99 words)

by Melissa Miles

It’s time for the big Halloween Bash!

Gloria Goblin dances before the mirror.

She twirls on tiptoe,

She boogies, jives, jitter-bugs, and waltzes.

Gloria gazes at her reflection.

I’m glamorous.

I’m marvelous.

My costume rocks.

She sets out into the night chill.

Some kids shout “Grotesque!”  

“Look at those pointy ears.”

“Monstrous!”

“You’ve got fangs instead of teeth.”

Gloria skips by, thinking, Imagine mixing up glamorous with grotesque! How silly.

At the festival, Gloria wins the prize for Best Mask.

She clutches her trophy with pride.

I won for best mask without even needing one!

I’m glamorous AND marvelous.

Spring Fling Kidlit Contest ’24

via GIPHY

I’m participating in the Spring Fling Kidlit Contest again this year. If you’re new to Spring Fling, it’s a fabulous writing contest where you find (or create) a springtime GIF and then write a 150 (max) word story for kids inspired by the image.

For all the rules/details, click here. The community engagement for this contest is great. If you write a story, be sure to read other entries and comment on those as well. Meet new writing friends and make new social media connections. That’s the best part of the contest. Thanks to Kaitlyn Sanchez and Ciara O’Neil for putting this together!

Thanks for stopping by to read my entry this year!

Dandy’s Big A-Choo!!

147 words

One bright spring morning during allergy season,

Dandy stifled a sneeze before school.

On the sidewalk

Lilac, Iris, and Hyacinth stood together,

forming a circle of pink, white and purple.

Dandy hopped over to say hello.

They tightened their ring, whispering,

Weed.

Dandy sniffed.

Tulip and Azalea dazzled in a display of pink.

They linked leaves, muttering,

Weed.

Dandy snuffled.

At recess, Dandy jumped on a swing near Daffodil,

who stopped swinging and hissed, Weed.

Dandy’s stem straightened.

AH—AH—A—CHOOOOOO!!!

Kids ran to her, cheering…

allowing her fluffy white seeds

to carry their wishes away on the wind.

Dandy’s heart soared along with them.

A beautiful white Clover with four perfect leaves whispered,

Some flowers may call us weeds.

But we let children share the deepest

desires of their hearts

to believe in magic.

What could be better?

Nothing, Dandy thought. I’m fine and dandy!

Valentiny Writing Contest

**Update: My entry received an honorable mention prize. Thanks for reading!

I’m entering the “Valentiny” contest sponsored by Susanna Leonard Hill. Check out all the details here.

This story was inspired by my sister, who had development delays related to extreme prematurity, back before there were neonatal ICUs and specialized care for preemies. My mom would let her stay home from school on Valentine’s Day because it was so heartbreaking for her to go to school and watch the other kids get valentine’s cards and she didn’t get them. 🙁

A VALENTINE FOR VINCENT

210 Words

Vincent usually kept to himself during school.

And the other kids kept themselves from Vincent.

Valentine’s Day was the worst!

His heart drowned in dread.

Vincent buried his nose in a book,

pretending not to care as his classmates filed in

with decorated shoeboxes—

for ALL the Valentines they’d receive.

He wasn’t expecting a single one.

Until something amazing happened…

Caroline held out a red heart

with VINCENT written in marker.

A Valentine! For him?

Heart racing, Vincent began excitedly cutting paper into squares.

Hands flying, he folded one into a crane.

“Wow!” said Caroline. “Can you make a cat?”

A tsunami of enthusiasm washed the dread from his heart.

He folded. Then turned and folded again.

He repeated the process, until… 

The paper square magically became a pointy cat.

Caroline beamed. “It’s beautiful!”

Soon, a crowd gathered with requests:

“A swan?”

“An owl?”

“How about a heart?”

“Can you make a star?”

“Where did you learn this?” Ms. Waltz asked.

Vincent explained that his neighbor, Mr. Nakamura,

taught him origami after school on days his mom had to work.

“It’s so cool!” Caroline said. “Thanks for my Valentine.”

Vincent’s heart burst into an excitement explosion.

It was the best school day ever.

And it all started with one Valentine.

Kid’s Choice Kidlit Writing Contest

This is my second year entering this contest. Last year, I was a finalist in the YA category, and this year I’m entering in MG. Thanks for stopping by to read my entry.

Carina of the Southern Sky (500 words)

I’m the one who called 911. Mama is gone because of me.

Something that awful should become etched in my brain forever. Every single detail. But it’s not. Big chunks of that night are missing.

I see bits and pieces: Flashing blue lights, the beam of bright yellow shining across the wet grass, Mama staring at me from the back of a police car.

What I remember most is showing up in the middle of the night at my foster parents’ house. Andy and Jodie waited on their porch for me. Before I’d gotten half-way up the steps, Jodie wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and said, “You’re safe here with us, Carina.”

It was still summer break the night I showed up here. But now, with tomorrow being the first day of school, Jodie starts talking about it before we even finish dinner.

We’re still sitting at the crowded kitchen table, but my mind drifts. The truth is, I don’t care about my schedule, the teachers, or the stupid team mascot. It isn’t my school, with my friends. Most important, Mama won’t be here for my first day of middle school like she always promised.

“Excuse me,” I blurt.

My chair scrapes the floor as I leap up.

“Carina,” Jodie calls.

As the screen door slams behind me, I hear Andy say, “Give her a minute.”

Without looking back, I sprint beyond the shrubs and concrete path. Dropping onto the lawn, I search the darkening sky. Millions of stars twinkle through drifting clouds. “Hey up there,” I say. “I’m drifting too.”

Tears spill down my cheeks remembering the nights Mama and I gazed up, trying to be the first to holler, “There she is! Carina of the Southern sky!”

The door creaks open on the porch behind me. “Carina, it’s getting late. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

I don’t move. I need something familiar to calm me—something from home.

“Did you hear me?”

I roll onto my belly to see Jodie squinting at me in the semi-darkness of the porch light, biting her lower lip.

“I’m looking for my star. The one I was named for.”

Jodie tilts her head to the side. “I guess it’s alright. But just for a few more minutes. There’s no need in you being all tuckered out for your first day tomorrow.”

Spanish Moss flutters like ghosts in the darkness. But I look beyond it, refusing to be afraid.

“My Carina” finally appears from behind a cloud. You can’t see the real Carina from North America, it’s only the North Star.

But none of that matters anymore. What matters is the little balloon of hope that inflates at the thought of us both looking at the same star like we used to.

I make a promise into the flickering night sky. “I’m going to find a way to bring you back home, Mama. I swear it.”

And I will. It’s my fault she’s gone, and it’s up to me to fix it.

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