Creative Writing

Download Beachburg Fair Entry Form

Chairperson – Heather Campbell (613) 582-3257
Committee Sheila Broome, Eleanor McLaughlin 

*Please note the early submission date of July 5th, 2019!*


1. Open to Adults 16 years and up.
2. Entries must be submitted to “Eleanor McLaughlin Box 382, Beachburg Ont. K01C0” – postmarked by Tuesday July 5th, 2019
Contestants must be willing to have their entries on display in the Exhibition Hall during the Fair.
3. Stories and poems must be original and unpublished.
4.a) The cover page must include author’s name, address and phone number, the title and class number(39, 40, 41, 42, 43). This info must not appear on the entry itself.      b)Submit 2 copies of your entry (one for the judge, one for display). The judge will write private comments (critique) of your work on one of the copies. Please include an 8″x10″ Self-Addressed stamped Envelope if you wish to receive your critiqued copy.
5. Entries must be typed in English on a computer or typewriter, preferably double spaced, the class number typed at the beginning of your entry (ex. Class 41 – A Story for Children) and the total word count or (poetry lines) printed at the end of your entry.

6. Entries are limited to one per person per class. An entry fee of $2 for a single entry, $4 flat fee (max) for multiple entries, cheques payable to “Beachburg Agricultural Society”, must accompany entries.
7. Judging will be done by a qualified judge. It will be “blind judging”  ( No names or identifying features are to be on the entries.) The judge’s decision will be final.                                             8. Prize money can be picked up at the Secretary’s office on Sunday July 28, 2019 or it will be mailed.

Class 39

Prize Money: $12, $10, $7, $4
Short Story: Fiction or non-fiction; maximum 2000 words. Open topic.

Class 40

Prize Money: $12, $10, $7, $4
A poem: Minimum 12 lines, Maximum 42 lines.
Topic: Promoting Healthy Eating.

Class 41

Prize Money: $12, $10, $7, $4
A Story for Children: Maximum 1000 words.
Targeted age: 6 to 12 years
A story related to food.

Class 42

Prize Money: $12, $10, $7, $4
An Essay: Maximum 2000 words

Theme : The new 2019 Canada Food Guide vs the former Canada Food Guide


Class 43

Prize Money: $15, $10, $7, $4
An Acrostic story starting with:  “Actually, it all began …

The story must be 26 sentences that tell a full story (beginning, middle and end) using the sequence of the English Alphabet to start each sentence (2nd sentence starting with B, 3rd with C, etc.) The story must have a plot and be in multi-paragraph form, as you would for any story. There is no maximum or minimum number of words.



Winning Poem from ~ Class 40 – A Poem
Written by ~ Jean Robinson

                                          The Reluctant Cow

The snow lay deep o’er the little farm, the winter wind bitter and cold,

An arctic chill lay across the land, grasping all in its frigid hold.

The farmer, bundled against the chill, went down with his axe to the creek,

to chop a hole for his cows to drink though the ice was hard and deep.

Then twice a day he would lead his cows through the snowdrifts and down the hill,

And twice a day they would follow him to the stream and there drink their fill.

But one really cold day when the farmer arrived, to lead them down through the snow,

A cow turned around and went back to the barn and flatly refused to go!

Then all day long she stayed in the barn as her thirst just grew and grew,

And the farmer fussed about that cow, but what was a man to do?

Evening came and with axe in hand he went out in the freezing cold,

And once again so the cows could drink, he laboriously chopped the hole.

Then he opened the door of the cozy barn and waiting there first in line,

Was a very thirsty little cow that the cold couldn’t stop this time!

Down she went at the head of the herd, moving along quite fast

And dipping her head to the hole he’d chopped, she drank her fill at last.

She learned her lesson that cold day – and from then on you may know,

Though the wind blew harsh and the snow was deep, she never refused to go.

That happened a long, long time ago and was told to me by my Dad.

Those weeks,” he said “were the coldest weeks” he thought they’d ever had.

And he didn’t really blame that cow for refusing to face the chill,

But the only way they could get a drink was to go to the creek down the hill….

And he and the cows are both quite glad that that doesn’t happen still!