The 50 Word Fiction Competition

Can you write a story in just 50 words?

Each month we’ll provide a prompt to get you started, but where the story goes from there is entirely up to you.

The competition includes two categories, All-Age and Young Writers (under the age of 18). All stories will be judged by the same panel and both winning stories will be published on our website.

A prize will be awarded to a writer in each category:

Whether you're a seasoned writer or you've always fancied picking up a pen, why not give it a go?

Need some inspiration or tips? Read our 50 Word Fiction blogs.

 

November's prompt

Write a story set in an abandoned theme park. 

(You may use the image to inspire your story if you wish).

How to enter

You can submit one entry to either the all-age category or the young writers category. Please read the terms and conditions carefully before entering. 

Email your entry with your full name and the subject line '50 Word Fiction' to fiftywords@scottishbooktrust.com. If you are submitting to the young writers category, please also include your age with your entry.

Stories can only be submitted in the body of an email or as a word document attachment. We welcome entries in Scots or Gaelic for both categories. 

Entries are open until Sunday 23rd November (Midnight). Entries received after the deadline may not be accepted. 

Due to the high volume of entries received, unfortunately we are unable to give feedback.

If you have any questions about the competition, please send them to: lynsey.rogers@scottishbooktrust.com


October winners

The prompt: Write a ghost story

 

All-age category winning story by Jared Woods:

The dead man only visited her room to hold her hand. He had explained this to her before, many times, and she'd since learned that he vanished much quicker when she pretended to be asleep. She breathed. He sobbed while his brittle fingers trembled around hers. 

She kept still.

 

Young Writers category winning story by Ariane Branigan (aged 15):

She’s face to face with me: we’re so close I can feel her eyelashes brush mine, count every speck of gold in those cobalt eyes.

"Why are you here?"

She giggles, leans in confidentially- I catch a hint cinnamon on her breath- and whispers,

"I got bored of being dead."

 

Read all the previous winning stories here.