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Choc Lit Short Story Competition

CHOC LIT SHORT STORY COMPETITION         

Choc Lit are looking for short stories of up to 1,500 words in which the central theme is chocolate - eating it, drinking it, cooking with it, or anything else. Let your imagination take flight!

PRIZES
1st prize £200, publication on the author’s corner blog and a box of organic chocolates from Plush
A Runner Up will receive £50 and a box of organic chocolates from Plush

RULES
1.       Your entry must be a maximum of 1,500 words.
2.       All work must be your own and not previously published.
3.       The entry fee is £3 per story
4.       All entries must be received by 31st January, 2012.

JUDGES
Your judges are Choc Lit authors Margaret James (The Silver Locket, The Golden Chain) and Sue Moorcroft (Starting Over, All That Mullarkey, Want To Know a Secret? and Love & Freedom). Both authors teach creative writing for the London School of Journalism and have published numerous short stories, including in the Romantic Novelists' Association's short story anthology. Both have regular columns, Margaret in Writing Magazine and Sue in Writers Forum.

HOW TO ENTER
1.       Please post your stories to: Short Story Competition, Choc Lit Ltd, Penrose House, Crawley Drive, Camberley, Surrey GU15 2AB. Please enclose a cheque for £3 per story - i.e. to enter 3 stories costs £9. Cheques are payable to ‘Choc Lit Ltd.’

2.       Or email info@choc-lit.co.uk with the subject header ‘Short Story Competition’ and pay your entry fee by Paypal at orders@choc-lit.co.uk.


Comments

Anonymous said…
According to my information, the prizes include mystery chocolate gifts in addition to the cash. Has this changed so that they're no longer a mystery?
Fennie said…
Thanks Chris. Having just completed a story about Flying Carpets, Chocolate should be a doddle.....

.....doddle? isn't that something you do with chocolate?
Chris Stovell said…
Hi Captain Black... it looks as if the mystery's been solved. Will query though, if you'd like more info.

Go for it Fennie, have a doddle!
Cait O'Connor said…
I have sent details to our writers' group.
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks, Cait - that's great!
Flowerpot said…
Sounds good to me....
Thanks for info, Chris

I might have to give it a whirl - give myself a break from the re-write as I'm really struggling to get it going, and see if that inspires me!

xx
Chris Stovell said…
Going to give a go, Sue?

Go for it, BSM and good luck!

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