For this week’s installment of The Literary Lion, the one-word prompt for a flash fiction piece of less than four hundred words was “king.” I found inspiration in daily life and those who really rule the household (at least, for a time). Thanks for reading and enjoy! Happy trails! The young king sits, surrounded by…
Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 32. Today’s challenge: Based on Orwell’s 1984, select from the following and create a piece of flash fiction, 200-225 words: * Conflict: man vs society (government) * Character: historian * Theme(s): Censorship and/or totalitarianism * Setting: dystopia (near-future society ruled by an evil, oppressive government) How It Begins (224 words, character: historian, setting: dystopian future, oppressive…
For today’s Warmup Wednesday!: Using the photo, craft a 100 word (exactly) story…with an animal as the protagonist. “Hedge!” A single howl shattered the stillness of the fog. “Hog!” A chorus of voices howls replied. “Hedge!” The single howl had grown closer to three who crouched behind several thin tree trunks. “Hog!” The howls were shriller as…
The most recent installment of the Literary Lion challenge that I undertook was surrounding the word “Merry.” Unlike most of my pieces, this one is true to life. Thanks for stopping by to check it out and enjoy! Christmas in July (172 words): My husband and I have very different ideas of Christmas. I learned this last…
Warmup Wednesday!. (100 words on the nose, using the photo prompt.) The Great Wall stood, crumbling and sad, decades of neglect taking their toll on the once magnificent structure. They passed through the holes at the base made after the last world war by those attempting to flee the carnage.…
“Go!” I whispered, pressing Bea forward and glancing back to see Tommy haul John back into the tunnel. A black flashlight was lying in a puddle. Tommy nodded to me as we ducked under the decaying wood, just before a spray of gunshots rang out. “Hold your fire!” From between the boards I could see…
The dogs barked an alert before the knocking began. Bella glanced at the two blonde-haired children leaning on the table, oblivious to the disruption as they smeared paint across sheets of paper. She hurried down the old farmhouse hallway to the heavy front door, shooing the dogs away. Bella peered through the glass panel and…
For the twenty-four hour writing competition (or “Joust”) offered by One Throne Magazine, a piece about four kids escaping the violent aftermath of a dissolving civilization.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” her mother said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down and stroking her black hair. “Things will be better in the morning, you’ll see.” Then she stood, the long red robe billowing slightly behind her legs as she walked down the hall into the darkness. Xalba knew…
Warmup Wednesday!. A fog settled, creating a warm cloud that provided distance between me and everyone else. It swirled around, day after day, allowing me to disconnect from those who surrounded me. From life. As Shiva ended those who kept me fed and clean began disappearing into the fog. By the end of Shloshim, only…
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