Flash Fiction-Doomed

Alright, it's time for another installment of Platform-Building Awesomeness.  This week is the second challenge. And it's a doozy.

You can find the crazy insane writing prompts and rules Here.  

I tried to work in as much as I could. I used all the prompts, made it a 200-word flash fiction piece and wrote in a genre that isn't mine, dystopian YA....kind of. (and I didn't mention the pear, spoon or droplet)

Oh, and everyone is welcome to critique my story. That's right. Tear it apart! Have at it! I have thick skin, like dragon hide. Hopefully it's a bit better looking though...

Are you ready? Here we go...

Doomed

Tabby wrung out her wet hair as she leaned against the rusty bridge support.

"What did she do to us?" Everett examined the cut in his leg.  

"Something unforgivable.” Tabby’s heart began beating rapidly, her body tensed. "And it's starting again." 

Everett grabbed her hand, threading his fingers through hers. She took a deep breath, preparing for the ordeal.

Images flashed through their minds, one right after the other.  A boy in a red jacket chasing a ball. A piece of fruit bursting into water. Scrawny children rummaging through trash. A strange display of lights. The pictures pummeled their minds, asking them to see a pattern.

Then it was over. Until next time.

“Is it The New Order?” Everett wrapped his arms around her shaking body.

Tabby sighed and leaned into his chest. “The truth is there, Everett. You simply must see it.” She closed her eyes.

Everett was silent. Tabby wondered if he’d finally see the concrete bridge they sat under or the undefined landscape surrounding them. Would he piece the clues together?

“No,” Everett whispered. “It can’t be…”

Finally, he understood.

“Yes,” Tabby clung to him, knowing they were doomed.

“Erin wrote us into a difficult Campaigner Challenge.”

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Yep, I know. I'm a dork. :)  

You can check out the other entries Here. Be sure to read a bunch of 'em. These people are amazing. And then remember to vote! (Psssst! I'm #51...but I forgot to title it with my name...oops.)

Flash-Fiction: Mistake

It's time for the first challenge in the Platform-Building Campaign. Here are the rules...

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count. 

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:

• end the story with the words: "everything faded." (also included in the word count)

• include the word "orange" in the story

• write in the same genre you normally write

• make your story 200 words exactly!

Alright, this was super fun! I sat down to jot down some ideas for this challenge and quickly came up with my entry.  I even managed to end with "everything faded", included orange, wrote in my genre and made the story 200 words. Wow, right? Hmmmm....I probably should been working on my WIP instead or sleeping. But...well...this is writing so, um...it's not really a waste of time...

Enjoy!

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Mistake

Shadows crept across the wall. Guppy’s heart thundered in his chest. His palms grew slick with sweat. He slipped into his closet and hid behind his lucky orange chess club t-shirt and matching slacks.

“Guppy,” the soft voices whispered. “Guuuupppppppy.”

For a brief moment, Guppy considered joining them. But, no. He had to be strong. Guppy forced himself to stay hidden.

If only he’d chosen a different magic spell to practice.

But it was too late. The damage was done. He clutched his wand, wishing he knew how to reverse the spell.

They moved closer to his hiding spot. The closet door creaked open. In the moonlight, Guppy saw a flash of white. Sharp nails dug into his skin as multiple hands yanked Guppy from his imagined safety.

“We found him!” the voices cheered.

And then the fighting began.

“He’s mine!”

“No, he’s not Brittany! Get back!”

“Get your pom-poms out of my face! I want my Guppy!”

Guppy was thrown around like a basketball in a championship game.

“Please, please, let me go!” Guppy pleaded.

Guppy asked himself, “Why, oh why, did I have to cast a love spell on the whole entire cheerleading squad?”

 And then everything faded.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you don't have any nightmares of love-crazed cheerleaders hunting you down.

You can check out the other entries Here and even vote for your favorite one (I'm #84...just in case you were wondering ;)

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