Happy Monday everyone! Yes, it’s that time of the week again – the time to get your creative brain working. Here’s a challenge for you.
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-200 words with the following line in it somewhere:
“No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!” he yelled.
Who’s yelling and about what is up to you. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
Last week’s challenge brought in some wonderful stories.
Here was your challenge:
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-100 words with the following line in it somewhere:
It was over.
Simon Farnell always responds with something gripping. Please visit his site to read his compelling story:
Kimberley drew in a deep breath to still her racing heart. In. Out. In. Out. No – not working. She wanted to scream. All she heard was a cacophony of sounds: the ticking clock; a bumblebee outside the window; the steady beep of machinery in an adjoining room; and the murmur of voices outside her door.
Then everything began to slow, as though she was on the periphery looking in. She watched the doctor enter the room, a small smile playing at his lips. “Mrs Denver. It’s good news. Your results are clear.”
She let out a sigh. It was over.
Steve Walsky was inspired to write something for his brilliant blog. Please click on the following link to read it:
EDC Writing sent in this taster:
It was over
Had it begun?
Now for the passionate full piece:
I’m wide awake, not in the dream, torn between emptiness and this. I can’t lie to myself any more, there’s nothing here for me. My inspiration run dry, there is nothing going on, nothing’s right it seems. I feel cold and exposed to know I’ve never been good enough for you. I can’t turn the clock back, undo past mistakes, can’t make you want me as I do you, make you believe how much I feel. If I stay you’ll tear my heart a little more each day. My fault, to not know, it was over long ago for you.
Here’s another wonderful instalment in the Mary Jane series from Rajiv Chopra:
It was over. Their friendship that had survived several ages, was finished.
Damn Frodo, thought Sam, anger swelling in his heart. Why do I always have to be the last to speak? First Frodo, then that damn Spider, and me! I was the one who finally carried him up that Mountain, and now he has his eyes on Mary Jane…
He chewed his lips meditatively, a plan growing in his mind.
‘Mary Jane is mind. Mine….’ he shouted at the wall. ‘She is mine, yes she is. Mine own Precious, she is…’
Nobody was going to steal his beautiful Precious.
Here’s Bubbles and Beebots with another atmospheric piece: