And so it begins! A fun challenge for myself. A push to practice creativity. A little something to look forward to at the end of the week. Week 1: First mine: Mad Mama (248 words) Synopsis: Mad Mama will have her way with the microwave. The real question: which Mad Mama wins in the end?…
Tomorrow, I bring you the first in a series of Micro-Flash Fiction prompts. I’ll start with an item from my writing game box, use it with some parameters for anyone who wants to end the week with some flash fiction fun: genre, an item and a situation.
Thursday I gave in. I got YET ANOTHER email from NYC Midnight about the Flash Fiction Challenge this past weekend. I’m in a writing group, in which about half of us are dedicated NYCM writers. I was not writing this time. Nope. NOOOO. Not me. Busy summer with kiddos, business, working on edits for my…
“It was a night like this when we met, remember?” Roumina used to rub my back when I started reminiscing. She would be silent then, as she is now. “A humid June night. You asked to bum a cigarette.” A pained laugh escapes my lips. “Back when we thought it was cool to…
Clowns give me the creeps…they didn’t used to. Michaela insisted on taking a picture with him. He insisted on so much more in return. ***** You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s an overview on how it works: Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible). Link back to this…
This week I’m pleased to have dusted off my writer and editor hats and have worn them both! Not for my novel-length WIP, though. I participated in a one-hour challenge with my writing group and came up with a story that needs some finesse and a better ending. In general the feedback it received is it…
This was me, today at one o’clock. Actually, probably more like ten a.m. See, I signed up for Fiction War (a flash fiction challenge) with all intentions of writing a story! Writing something! And using the $$ I shelled out as incentive to get it done. Sadly, that was money down the drain. One evening…
Jason stopped mid-stride. “Is that a king or a coral snake?” “Red and black means a friendly Jack.” “Don’t be an ass, Drake. No snake is friendly. Answer the question.” “Red and yellow will kill a fellow.” “Well, that thing has red touching black and red touching yellow. So which is it?” Drake shrugged.…
“That’s it.” Bea nodded her head toward the gray block building. “That’s the Med-Lab? It looks deserted.” “Most of the staff go to and from using a tunnel system.” Mac studied the windows, but watching for signs of movement was impossible through the opaque glass. “Do you remember when they change shifts?” “No. All…
Her mouth twisted in jagged lines, chin and cheeks fractured in the reflection. Seven years bad luck. It’s already been eight. Elaine raised her glass to her lips. Ice cubes rattled against the crystal and rainbows glinted off the beveled squares that wrapped around the tumbler. She drew in a mouthful of bitter, honey-colored…
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