Welcome to a special edition of HLR Spotlight, showcasing Ontario’s talented High School writers.
The Faculty of Media & Creative Arts’ Bachelor of Creative & Professional Writing (BCPW) program is excited to bring you the five winners of its HLR High-School Spotlight Flash Fiction Contest.
The contest accepted short, short stories from secondary school students from across the province of Ontario. It was judged by celebrated writers Kathy Friedman, Kim Fu, and Meaghan Strimas. Freidman and Strimas are both fulltime faculty members in the BCPW program.
Special thanks to Guillermo Acosta, Senior Dean of the Faculty of Media & Creative Arts (FMCA) Sarah-Jane Greenway, Associate Dean (FMCA), and the entire team at the Humber Literary Review.
HLR Spotlight: BCPW High School Flash Fiction Contest Edition, 2023
The Future of Writing Lives Here
“You must learn to fix these things, okay?” The question seemed odd to pose to a child, but she nodded, despite not quite knowing what she was agreeing to. Her mother would smile sadly, then go right back to cleaning.
Death lies his sickle aside, squatting down next to the small soul. His hand caresses the skin on its side. It closes its eyes and feels his words.
It comes when no words are spoken, when you are alone.
Tonight, I iron my mother’s clothes. The television hums. A woman with Hollywood hair wailing about her inattentive blue collar husband is my companion for the night.
A girl and her brother are enraptured by insects. From across the garden, a mother’s look of endearment is left unseen.
BCPW High School Flash Fiction Contest Archive
The Future of Writing Lives Here
FIRST PRIZE
Desiree was the first to come across Mr. Lockton’s Library. She discovered it on a cloudy morning in April, puddles scattered about from the rainshower that night. The air was damp and she breathed it in deeply as she wandered about the grounds of Hillsay Academy.
SECOND PRIZE
“I call the window seat!” I jolted through the aisles, being a nuisance to neighbouring flight passengers. Everyone settled in after storing their carry-ons, each class compartment filled with indistinguishable chatter, making it even more difficult to hear the pilot over the speaker.
THIRD PRIZE
In the morning, as the sun began to show itself and peek beneath the curtains, I woke up with a blistering headache only a strong cup of coffee could fix. Careful not to wake him just yet, I sat up and observed the bed.
FOURTH PRIZE
There’s a picture I took of you, somewhere, looking up awkwardly from one of the van's back seats. That’s how I know there was confidence, for you to not shy away from me. We are the last generation that grew up without an omnipresence of cameras, but not also without a camera's presence in most moments.
FIFTH PRIZE
One drab November morning, I woke up to an empty world. The sky was a murky stew of grays, and the remains of shattered vehicles littered the otherwise empty streets. From them, billows of smoke rose, which combined with the dense autumn fog to create an eerily dark and still atmosphere, untroubled and untouched by human movement.