Markets For Writers

Flash Fiction Competition

My market for you this week is actually a reminder for my flash fiction competition. The closing date is a month tomorrow so you still have plenty of time to enter. Here are the details:

Prizes: 1st £50, 2nd £25, 3rd £10

Entry fee: £2 per story

Word Limit: Stories of up to 250 words are invited on any theme.

For details of how to enter, take a look at the competition page.

Here’s one my flash fiction stories as an example:

What Now?

Sweat soaked her skin. She ignored it, pushing on. How could she be late today? She turned the corner. There it was in all its magnificence. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. With each footstep, its towering grandeur gained momentum. Her eyes soaked up the dazzling lights, the stunning structure and sheer vastness of the hotel. Her imagination carried her inside – to the sumptuous suites, the savoury smells lingering around the restaurant and the guests, jewellery dripping from the women and the men oozing success.

She stopped to stare at a child squealing in excitement as he careered towards the revolving doors. A security guard caught the flying boy the other side, both heads tipping back in joy. She joined them, but they had no time for her, the security guard now too busy gazing into the receptionist’s striking blue eyes and the child too focused on seeking out his mother. Tears started to tumble down the child’s cheeks and his lip quivered.

As if asleep for too long, she awoke recalling a time past when she had lost her own mother. Fear, panic, hysteria. Then warmth, love and comfort when she was enveloped in her mother’s arms.

But no mother stepped forward to claim this child. His body shook with sobs. The security guard paused in his flirtation, his eyes falling back to the boy. He turned to her, eyes dancing with hope then realisation dawned.

An alarm. It was time. Time for her, Aayan to be remembered forever. Her fingers hovered over the detonator. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the child. The child who would die alone, thinking his mother had abandoned him. Her resolve crumbled.

She stumbled outside. What now? What now?

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12 Responses to Markets For Writers

  1. Helen says:

    Thank you for sharing this story. I enjoyed reading it.

  2. Annika Perry says:

    Wow! That was a punch in the stomach ending – side swipe out of nowhere. Great story.

  3. Ali Isaac says:

    Loved your story, Esther!

  4. Dr. R says:

    Well I wasn’t expecting that for an ending!

  5. Wow… Nearly skipped over that, because I’m rushing to catch up on a few things. Glad I didn’t. Must get a copy of your book

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