In case you haven't heard, my youngest, Zoe, seems to have been bitten by the writing bug. Not just that, but the evil temptress that is horror. Yep, my little angel writes horror. See the poem below. Why am I bringing this up? Because two weeks ago, Zoe entered her first creative writing contest. The Kyle Public Library hosted their "Spooky Story" contest, which was open to middle-school and high-school kids. Zoe entered her story, Perfect, which was about a demented doctor who kidnapped women and cut them to pieces in an attempt to make his "perfect" bride. There were 140 entrants.
She beat out 139 other kids from high-school on down to win bragging rights and a free Kindle. Do I sound like I'm bragging? Like maybe I'm a proud poppa? Because I am. Proud. Proud. Proud. I've also had a few relatives (gradmother, aunt) who have asked to read the winning story... Not sure I want to send it to them because I'm pretty sure it'll freak 'em out. Seriously. I read it. This is twisted stuff, and I love it.
So anyway, here's me bragging. Her name is Zoe Johnson. Remember that name. You'll hear it again. And again. And again.