Today is Day Two of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:
Jo took deep breaths, trying to still her pounding heart, and focused on the other side, just as she was taught. One foot in front of the other. Feel the beam underneath. Hold your arms steady. And keep your eyes looking straight ahead.
After four solid steps she allowed herself to smile, and faltered. She pulled herself over, only just managing to stay upright.
Eighteen… nineteen… twenty. The last step was onto solid ground.
Jo looked back across the chasm to her place of captivity, and the long thin branch she had crossed to escape; then ran for her life.
Come back tomorrow for C…
Today is Day One of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the letter picture to the right for more information about this blog hop. Like last year, I’m writing 100-word flash fiction stories/poems/scenes for this year’s challenge. Today’s is:
I can’t say when the music started. It kind of drifted into my head, like a translucent whisper that gradually gains solid form, with words that hum distinct, definable tones. But as to the tune, I couldn’t say. It wasn’t one I’d heard before. Yet it sung to me, a melody of peace and quiet. Stillness and calm. It made me smile, deep in my soul. I might have got up, but I didn’t want to. The music rested my muscles, relaxed my mind. I just wanted to lie there and listen to it.
Besides, I’d stopped breathing hours ago.
Come back tomorrow for B…
This week, the Random Word Generator has given me:
And here’s my attempt at a 100-word story from that list:
“So, Susan, what’s your day job?”
Susan shifted in her bar stool.
“I work at the pharmacy on the corner of 10th and Bishop.”
“You’re a checkout girl?”
“No, actually—“ She felt his hand on her leg and frowned.
“Oh, come on, you know you want it.”
Susan forced a smile and handed the man his glass.
“A drink first?”
The man eagerly gulped the last of his vodka. Susan watched his face fall as he got down from his seat and waddled away like a constipated goose.
“I’m the pharmacist actually,” she said, tossing the empty laxative sachet.
Don’t forget, starting next Wednesday, April 1, I’ll be posting a 100-word story for each day of the April A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. See the banner on the right sidebar for more details.
Have a great weekend!
And what does the Random Word Generator spit out this week?
Funny that “birthday” is one of the words since it’s my birthday on Tuesday. Seriously–I didn’t rig that. So, here’s a fun 100-word story inspired by that list:
You know who your friends are when the RSVPs come in.
“Would love to, but I’m doing some football coaching with my son.” Andrew’s son is two.
“Sorry, but I just got some fertilizer and I need to spread manure on the garden while it’s fresh.” Jen lives in an apartment. Fifth floor.
“I’m babysitting my neighbor’s spiders.” Pete’s neighbors have tarantulas, and Pete has arachnophobia.
“No, not the same night as square dancing?” Jason has two left feet.
But I wasn’t alone for my birthday. Publisher’s Clearing House showed up. Shame no-one else was there to share the prize.
Have a great weekend!
Once again it’s time to kick the Random Word Generator. This week we get:
Here’s my 100-word attempt at making a scene out of these:
Derringer sat in front of the tapestry, and I sat opposite, my coat and scarf draped over the back of the chair.
“Tell me, Miss Talley, why accuse me of murder?” The mole on his cheek rose as he grinned.
“Because, Mr. Derringer,” I said, “logically no-one else could have done it.”
He ran his hand through his mustard yellow hair.
“But the tide is against you. You’ve no evidence. No bodies. No weapon. Nothing.”
I was momentarily distracted by the hideousness of the tapestry, with its odd splotches of blue, orange, green, rust…
Wait—that wasn’t dye.
If you’re enjoying these flash fiction stories, don’t forget that for the entire month of April, I’ll be posting a 100-word flash fiction story every day of the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. Click on the A-to-Z badge on the right for more details about this blog hop.
Have a great weekend!
This week’s words from the Random Word Generator are:
I’m dedicating this 100-word story to my friends over in the comments section of Janet Reid’s blog. I hope you enjoy it:
Some neighborhood kids diving cannonballs into the lake were first to see him. One dared to go in for a closer look, head submerged just long enough to confirm every boy’s dream and nightmare: they’d found a dead body.
Two police divers pulled him out, and Detective Christie immediately began looking for clues. The man’s coat bore the logo of The Healthy Kitchen. What reason would someone have to kill the chef of a popular eatery?
Then he saw the brick tied to his hands, and the mark: N-N.
He put lima beans on the menu. Two-Ns had struck again.
Have a wonderful week!
It’s Friday, blog readers, and time for another piece of flash fiction! Today’s words from the Random Word Generator are:
- Duct tape
- Bus stop
I could protest that “duct tape” and “bus stop” are both two words each, and re-run the generator. But I’m going to overlook that and roll with the challenge. And to make it even more interesting, I’m giving myself only 100 words:
Rosie checked her watch. She’d been at the bus stop for ten minutes. She pulled her shirt over her bra strap, fussed with her hair, shifted her weight, watched pigeons fight over a piece of duct tape.
Something’s happened. He didn’t get on the bus. The bus was in an accident.
She tasted salt on her lip. Her heart was pounding, then it leapt as a bus rounded the corner and pulled up to the stop. She watched people disembark.
Tyler squeezed her legs. Rosie wrapped her arms around his head.
“How was your first day at school?”
Have a great weekend!
This week, the Random Word Generator gives me:
I’m using 130 words for this one. Here’s this week’s flash fiction:
“Jokes and counter-jokes—their verbal swordplay. Peter thought nothing of it. It was their way, how they talked to one another. Of course Joe didn’t mind. He always laughed—gave as good as he got.”
“So, could you tell me what happened?”
“We had just finished watching the State Orchestra. Came out the doors. Joe made some joke about Peter’s attire. Peter laughed at Joe’s cufflinks. And then…”
The detective tapped his pencil. “What then?”
“Well, I guess that was one joke too far.”
“Joe lost it?”
“No. You see, I gave Joe those cufflinks. We were poor. And a gift out of poverty is, well, special.”
“Wait. You’re telling me..?”
“Yes.” Emily took the bloody knife from her purse and laid it on the interrogation table. “I’d had enough.”
Have a wonderful warm weekend!
UPDATE: I have also posted a flash story for this week’s Flash! Friday. You can find that HERE.
Time to turn on the Random Word Generator again! And this week we have…
Oookay. And let’s go with a 100-word limit. Here’s what I come up with:
The photographs were detailed enough. Andrew’s face was easily recognizable. As was his half naked body, along with the blonde in the nun’s outfit. He could see the headlines.
“Does your wife know?” said Robert slipping a spoon into his mouth.
“No.” Andrew hadn’t touched his food. “What do you want?”
“Let’s not make war over this. Drop out of the race, Senator.”
“The Bible says your sins will find you out.” Robert’s smug grin suddenly turned sour. He gripped his stomach.
“They certainly will, Robert,” said Andrew, tearing the photographs. “I hear the pudding’s to die for.”
Have a great weekend!
I’ve always had a soft spot for mysteries, detective fiction, and even suspense and thriller stories. If you’ve been paying attention to my flash fiction, you’ll notice they tend to have a bent in that direction. So how excited was I when I discovered that one of the premier mystery/detective fiction conferences, the Anthony Boucher Memorial World Mystery Convention (known as “Bouchercon”), was going to be in Raleigh, NC this year? I’ll tell you. VERY. You see, if you’ve read my “About” page, you will understand that I don’t get the opportunity to go to many writer/writing/book conferences. Most of them are priced outside my family’s budget, and then I have to consider the additional expense of transport and lodging. So why the excitement over Bouchercon? I’ll tell you:
- I live in NC.
- I live about 80 miles east of Raleigh, NC.
- I have family that live just outside Raleigh, NC.
It’s as if the conference organizers planned the event for my convenience! (They didn’t, by the way, just in case you wondered.)
So I get to go to a writing conference. But the awesome doesn’t stop there. Look at who some of the conference guests will be:
- Kathy Reichs (creator of Temperance Brennan, AKA “Bones” of the book and TV series)
- Tom Franklin (NYT Bestselling author of CROOKED LETTER, CROOKED LETTER)
- Zoë Sharp (British author of the Charlie Fox series of novels)
- Allan Guthrie (British crime writer and literary agent)
Also on the attendees list are:
- Karin Slaughter
- Donna Andrews
- Charlaine Harris
- Terrence McCauley
and New York Literary Agent Extraordinaire, Janet Reid.
And that’s only SOME of the names on the attendees list I recognize.
The event is from October 8-11, 2015, and registration costs $195. As I understand it, the main conference will be at the Sheraton Hotel on Salisbury Street. For all the details you could possibly want, check out the conference web site (http://www.bouchercon2015.org).
This will be my first writing/writer/book-related conference. Will I see you there?