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A & B Writings in Journals, Showcases, and Contests (U – Z)

This page has grown fairly quickly, so I’m breaking it up in to two pages.For A – G, go here, H – N, go here, for O – T, go here, and for books, go here.This is exclusively for creative pieces by Antiguans and Barbudans accepted to established literary journals, festivals (and other notable literary platforms), and contests (not pieces posted only to personal blogs) as I discover (and in some cases, re-discover) them. Primarily, the focus is on pieces accessible online (i.e. linkable) because those are easiest to find; but it is not limited to these. It is intended as a record of our publications and presentation of creative works beyond sole authored books. Naturally, I’ll miss some things. You can recommend (in fact, I welcome your recommendations), but, as with all areas of the site, additions/subtractions are at the discretion of the admin.

WALKER-JACOBS, LATISHA – Market Day (fiction, 2011 award winning Wadadli Pen story) – Anansesem (Wadadli Pen special issue) – 2011

WALTER, SELVYN – (non-fiction) Excerpt from the chapter ‘Ole Time’ Christmas and Antiguan Characters in his book Bank Alley Tales – in Carnival is All We know: an Anthology Celebrating 50 Years of Antigua’s Carnival and the Creativity of Our Writers & Artists (edited by Joanne C. Hillhouse and published as a supplement in the Daily Observer) – 2007

WILLIAMS (NOW WHYTE), FLOREEYohan! – published in Anansesem – 2010

WILLIAMS (NOW WHYTE), FLOREE – The Pulse (non-fiction) – in Carnival is All We know: an Anthology Celebrating 50 Years of Antigua’s Carnival and the Creativity of Our Writers & Artists (edited by Joanne C. Hillhouse and published as a supplement in the Daily Observer) – 2007

WILLIAMS, ZION EBONYThe Night I went to Cricket (fiction – 2012 finalist in the Wadadli Pen Challenge) – Tongues of the Ocean (special issue – Artists and Writers of Antigua and Barbuda edited by Joanne C. Hillhouse) – 2014

WILLIAMS-KING, AMBERLike the Sea rushing in (non-fiction) – in intersectantigua.com – 2020

WILLIAMS, RHONDA (AKA INDIRA WILLS)Good Hair, The Universe in Her Eyes, Untethered (visual art) – in intersectantigua.com – 2020

WILLUMIn Chrysalis (non-fiction) – in intersectantigua.com- 2020

WILLUMHe is Like Him, I am Proud, and Ouroboros (poetry) – in intersectantigua.com – 2020

As with all content on wadadlipen.wordpress.com, except otherwise noted, this is written by Joanne C. Hillhouse (author of The Boy from Willow Bend, Dancing Nude in the Moonlight, Musical Youth, Oh Gad!, With Grace, Lost! A Caribbean Sea Adventure/Perdida! Una Aventura en el Mar Caribe, and The Jungle Outside). All Rights Reserved. If you enjoyed it, check out my page onauthor blog  and/or facebook, and help spread the word about Wadadli Pen, my books, and my freelance writing-editing-coaching-workshop services. You can also subscribe to the site to keep up with future updates. Thanks.

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THOSE WHO WON’T HEAR, WILL FEEL! by Zion Ebony Williams

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Zion Ebony Williams

About the author: 11 year old Zion Williams is Grade 6 “A” student at the Baptist Academy.  She  loves liturgical dancing, singing and watching her favorite TV shows. Although relatively shy, lately she has become bolder, due mainly to her church’s quest to have young children doing public speaking at as early an age as possible. Zion has steadily progressed up the ranks since she started submitting to Wadadli Pen, earning honourable mention in the 12 and Younger category for The Night I went to Cricket in 2014 and 2nd runner up in the same category for A Dinner to Remember in 2016.

About the story: In an effort  to  prepare  Zion for the Grade 6 National Assessment this year,  her mom gave her several topics from which to choose and write a story, so she could get some practice in creative story writing. This is the story she wrote on the topic “Those Who Won’t Hear Will Feel.”  The story is about a nightmare she had, in which she suffered the consequences of being disobedient to her mother.

In the 2017 Wadadli Pen Annual Writing Challenge, the judges ranked Zion’s story 1st in the 12 and younger age category and 3rd overall.

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Weeeoooeee, weeeoooee!  the wailing of the siren  and  the flashing lights seemed so  distant, but I knew the ambulance was here, for I heard my mother  saying, “be careful , l think her foot is broken .”  “Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed as they lifted me into the ambulance. The pain was so excruciating, I felt I would  surely die. The talking grew fainter, and then… nothing….blackness . I had passed out.

It all started one bright day during the summer holidays. It was a normal day, until my mom said she had to go to a meeting, so I would be home alone with my big sister. Mom  left giving the usual command to study and do my homework,  with the reminder,  “Heights of great men reached and kept, were not attained by sudden flight …..”  and I finished it for her, because I had heard it so many times before.  This was still normal,  until the neighbor’s  two girls called me out to play.  I knew my mom didn’t want me playing with them. She had often said “you’re in the same school, but you’re not in the same class. ” She meant their standards and values were different from ours.  You know those mothers who always have  a saying for everything ? Well, my  mom is one of those.
With all thoughts of the consequences for disobedience out of my head, I went out to play. We went directly to the forbidden dumbs tree, that  I was  told,  as a girl,  I was  never to climb. We competed to see who could climb to the highest part of the tree  and get the half snatty dumbs .  I really wanted to win, so although the limb did not seem sturdy, I still climbed on it. First, there was  a soft  “crack”, as I placed one foot,  and then a loud “CRACK”,  as I placed my other foot on the limb. The next thing I knew , I  fell  through the cassi  branches and  to the ground  with a loud THUD!

When I regained consciousness,  I was in the hospital  with a  cast on one foot,  a bandaged head, and heard one of the girls saying,

“It’s all her fault, we told her not to go up in the tree.”

“What!  They never told me that! ” I screamed to myself. I kept my eyes closed, because I didn’t want to see my mom’s disappointed look, but  I could not help hearing her say, “pickney who nah hear wa mumma say, drink peppa warta, lime, and sarl.”   When I was finally brave enough to look timidly  at mom,  she said lovingly, “a disobedient child is worthy of death, but thank God you didn’t die”.

“I’m sorry, mommy” I said sheepishly.
After  being  outfitted with a pair of crutches  and pain killers, I was sent home.  Mom  gave me my favourite ice cream, and then  said,  “ you know you’re going to get lashes for disobeying?”  as she went for the pot stick. “Whaaaaaa…whaaaaa!” I wailed loudly,  before I had even gotten a blow. I could not believe she was still going to punish me with my injuries….how CRUEL, I thought !

Mom was not moved. “What you crying for, you get something to cry for?….. Stop the noise or I’ll give you something to cry for! ….Open your hand!  Those who won’t hear,  will feel ! ”  I screamed , as she raised her hand,  and then felt some one shaking me.

“Wake up Zion!”  I was drenched in sweat.  “Phew!”  It was a DREAM….No,  a NIGHTMARE!

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With thanks to our patrons, see this writer’s total prize haul below (and remember, support the businesses/individuals who support the arts):

EC$100 gift certificate (contributed by the Cushion Club)
EC$200 (contributed by Frank B. Armstrong)
EC$125 cash/gift certificate (sponsored by Art. Culture. Antigua)
Painting (contributed by the artist Jennifer Meranto)
cake/cake voucher (contributed by Danz’s Sweet Dreams)
Books – Mary Poppins in Cherry Tree Lane by P L Travers, Mary Poppins in the Park by P L Travers, Mary Poppins Opens the Door by P L Travers, Mary Poppins Comes Back by P. L. Travers, Mary Poppins by P L Travers, Spell Like a Champion (sponsored by Harper Collins)
Gifts (sponsored by Juneth Webson)
With Grace by Joanne C. Hillhouse (contributed by Little Bell Caribbean)
Inspirational card (from a line created and contributed by Monique S. Simon’s Caribbean Folklore Project )
Certificate x2 (sponsored by the Best of Books)

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THE NIGHT I WENT TO CRICKET

By Zion Ebony Williams

Toot! Toot! Toot! Go Antigua go! Look at all those people! I had never seen so much people in my life, and everyone looked so happy.  This was cricket, and it was my first time going to a game. Antigua was playing against Guyana, and it was so exciting!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! I almost fell out of my seat with fright. The sky looked like a beautiful Christmas tree, as fireworks lit up the sky. Almost everyone was shouting and waving their Antigua flags, dancing to the beat of the loud calypso music. People were holding up signs reading  “6 runs.”

“Mommy, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Antigua’s batsman just hit the ball for six runs,” she replied.

After that, every time Antigua’s batsmen hit the ball for six or four runs, my god sister and god brother , Shasha , Jay and I jumped up shouting and dancing , waving our flags, and blowing our horns like everybody else. Oh, this was so exciting!

Antigua was making a lot of runs, and the man on the microphone would sing;

“If you’re happy and you know it, blow your horn,” and every one would go, “toot! toot!” with their horns.

The cheerleaders danced wildly in front of the crowd.

“Look, Shasha!  Some one is dressed up like an M & M candy! Yum, yum, yum, I could just down there and eat it .”  I said,  rubbing my stomach.

When Guyana went in to bat, they were making a lot of runs and catching up Antigua. We only got to dance and wave when we out one of their batsmen. The children were still having lots of fun, but not the grown up Antiguan fans. You should have heard the “ chuptzes” and seen the sad faces  every time the Guyana batsmen hit the ball for six or four runs. Mommy kept saying,

“This not sweet now, I just feel like going home. It looks like we’re going to lose this game, and I don’t want to be here to see it.”

“No mommy , please let’s  just stay a little longer, please… pretty please!” I begged.

Just then, two men, one from Guyana and one from Antigua, started to curse each other, and a fight almost broke out. Then there was a loud shout, and everyone looked back at the field, even the men who were about to fight.  Guyana’s batsman had just hit the ball high in the air, and I heard mommy screaming ,

“Catch, Catch!”

There was silence, as the ball came down, and then a loud groan,

“aaaahhh!”  from the Antiguans, as the ball was dropped. Guyana’s fans were screaming with delight.

“Mommy, who’s winning?” I asked.

“Seven balls to go, six runs to make to win the game”.  Mommy replied.

I didn’t really understand her, but  everyone looked so nervous, I guessed she really didn’t know who was winning. I know mommy was praying silently. Then it was all over, as the ball was hit for six runs, and the Guyana fans shouted and danced in celebration. Antigua had lost. Anyone could tell by the sad look on the faces of the Antiguans. Mommy looked like she was going to cry.

“Oh!  No!”  I thought,  “I hope she is not going to embarrass me by crying  in front of everybody.”  That night, I dreamt I was still at the game, and I could still hear the song,

“If you’re happy and you know it blow your horn,..Toot! Toot!”

Zion

Author’s bio: Honourable mention in the 2014 Wadadli Pen Challenge, 12 and younger, 8 year old Zion Williams is an “A” student at the Baptist Academy. She  loves liturgical dancing, singing and watching her favorite TV shows. Although relatively shy, lately she has become bolder, due mainly to her church’s quest to have young children doing public speaking at as early an age as possible. Coming from a family of public speakers, her parents continue to encourage in this area.

 

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