Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Writing Wednesday - Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: He was impervious to her abuse

“What did you do?” He looked at the destruction throughout the room. Debris littered every horizontal surface. Some unidentified substance dripped from the curtains and lampshade. His boots stuck to the floor as he stepped deeper into the chaos. “What were you thinking?” He shook his head. “I’m going to have to shovel the entire mess into the trash.” He grabbed the snow shovel and started scooping.
“NO!” her tiny wail echoed through the stillness. Her tiny fists beat against his legs. He was impervious to her abuse as he cleaned up the mess of toys, peanut butter and chocolate.

***** OR THIS ONE *****

Daesha glanced behind her, hoping she wasn’t being followed. Da and Cordyn would be there soon. She squared her shoulders and ducked into the cave. Darkness enveloped her like a warm blanket. She widened her eyes, hoping to see something, anything. A rock tumbled, skittering across the cave floor - or was that the rasp of claws? Her fingers brushed the smooth walls as she crept deeper into the cave.
A hot blast knocked her to the ground. A huge weight pinned her down. She pounded her fists against the scaly leg. He was impervious to her abuse.
“Who goes there?”

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Writing Wednesday - A day late

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She’d made a poor job of hiding the damage.

Cordyn shook his head as he surveyed the clearing. Branches littered the ground having been sheared from the trees. “What was she thinking?”
Trevor shrugged. “Does she ever?”
Cordyn smothered a snort. “Dinna let her father hear ye speak such.”
Trevor grinned. “Aye, but tis true.”
“Aye.” He moved past the cluttered timber to the blackened earth. He cocked his head to the side. “What happened here?” His fingers caressed the dark patch, wishing it could speak to him. Footprints scuffed the ground, leading into the forest. She’d made a poor job of hiding the damage.
He rose. “Let’s go.”

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Writing Wednesday - Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: I’m really not surprised that you murdered him.

The bacon and lettuce crunched between my teeth. I glanced up, expecting her to continue.
“It’s not like I meant to do it…”
I nodded while I chewed. “Mmm-hmmm.”
“Dad is gonna kill me.”
“Probably.” I looked at my sandwich, intent on licking the mayo that dripped onto my hand.
“You’re no help!”
I cleared my throat. “I’m really not surprised that you murdered him. After the hours we’ve had to slave away in that dreadful place. I mean… It was Dad’s prize begonia after all. Who names a stupid plant?”
“Right? Give me a bite. That looks delicious.”