Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: You must find it before the others do
Daisha crept through the darkness. Shadows loomed before her as the chanting outside the hut grew louder.
“My child, you came.” The drums echoed through the stillness, nearly drowning out the wheezy voice. “Come closer, child. I must tell you…”
Daisha knelt next to the bed and took the old woman’s claw-like hand in her own. “Gran, save your strength. You’ll get better. You must.”
The straw rustled as she shook her head. “Nay. The future lies with you, child. You must find it before the others do…”
“Find what, Gran?”
The rattling breaths tore through her chest.
“Gran?”
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Flash Fiction - The Stranger
Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: A stranger was knocking on the door
Lightning flashed just beyond the blinds, lighting up the room. Ashley jumped in Tanner’s arms. His chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s just a storm.”
She sniffed slightly. “I read in the paper that some murderer escaped from prison today. Do you think he made it this far?”
He squeezed her shoulders. “Nah. The prison is miles from here. There’s no way.”
She sank against him and sighed.
Tapping against the glass caught their attention. A stranger was knocking on the door, his orange jumpsuit clearly visible in the porch light.
Ashley’s scream echoed through the night.
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: A stranger was knocking on the door
Lightning flashed just beyond the blinds, lighting up the room. Ashley jumped in Tanner’s arms. His chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s just a storm.”
She sniffed slightly. “I read in the paper that some murderer escaped from prison today. Do you think he made it this far?”
He squeezed her shoulders. “Nah. The prison is miles from here. There’s no way.”
She sank against him and sighed.
Tapping against the glass caught their attention. A stranger was knocking on the door, his orange jumpsuit clearly visible in the porch light.
Ashley’s scream echoed through the night.
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Flash Fiction - A dress?
Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress
Xander stood, slamming his beer down on the table. The liquid sloshed over the sides, spilling onto the scarred table. “I won’t do it!”
“Look, Xander. This is the only way.” The man across from him held up his hands as if surrendering.
Xander glared, his nostrils flaring. He shook his head slowly. “You’ll never convince me.”
The man shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Your call, I guess.”
Xander stopped for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress.”
“Susan.”
Xander closed his eyes, his head bowed. He swallowed. “When?”
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress
Xander stood, slamming his beer down on the table. The liquid sloshed over the sides, spilling onto the scarred table. “I won’t do it!”
“Look, Xander. This is the only way.” The man across from him held up his hands as if surrendering.
Xander glared, his nostrils flaring. He shook his head slowly. “You’ll never convince me.”
The man shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Your call, I guess.”
Xander stopped for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress.”
“Susan.”
Xander closed his eyes, his head bowed. He swallowed. “When?”
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