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15:09, 23 May 2022
Hello - all is well. The pieces are now with our competition sponsors, Good Business, who will nominate a winner very soon.
We will put up a new title shortly! Thanks for entering.
All the best, Alison

19:32, 12 Apr 2022
Hi Seeking Wolf - just to reassure everyone that this was sorted out!

13:51, 4 Mar 2022
Hi Seaside Scribbler - in response: 'Anyway there is just a blank space and the markers said 'nothing here'... Is the work retrievable?'
...sadly I think not - I have checked on the output of entries for that week and it is showing blank on there too. The only thing I can think of is that the site currently seems to keep users signed in for a shorter time before signing them out (it used to be more or less permanent), and this is something we're addressing with dev at the moment. However, as it hasn't affected any other entrants the last two weeks, I'm hoping it doesn't happen during the competitions themselves. What I would recommend is clicking 'save' every ten minutes or so while writing, just to make sure. We should have the 'logged-in' issue fixed in the next couple of weeks.
Happy to give you a free code to enter this week, though I realise you're more concerned about the writing itself.... Alison

22:39, 28 Feb 2022
It can do! Great to see you here, and that you can write a story off the top of your head. Just twenty minutes left to enter tonight, but you have probably already done so. Do keep spreading the word as we develop things...

09:50, 25 Feb 2022
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, Poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the swallow do then, Poor thing?
Oh, do you not know
That he’s off long ago,
To a country where he will find spring, Poor thing!

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the dormouse do then, Poor thing?
Roll’d up like a ball
In his nest snug and small
He’ll sleep till warm weather comes in, Poor thing!

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the honey-bee do then, Poor thing?
In his hive he will stay
Till the cold is away
And then he’ll come out in the spring, Poor thing!

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the children do then, Poor things?
When lessons are done
They will skip, jump and run,
Until they have made themselves warm, Poor things!

[The North Wind, Anonymous]

22:21, 31 Oct 2014
Before the party I was feeling slightly

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