Welcome back to the second day of the Flash Fiction Writing Challenge! If you haven’t already, you should check out our intro post for more details. The basics are:
- Pick one of the two image prompts below. (Don’t read my stories or anyone else’s until you’ve written yours!)
- Write an Everyday Vignette (200 words or less) or a Flash Fiction (300-500 words, or up to 1000, if you’re feeling ambitious).
- Post your story in the comments on this post and check out the stories others have written. Optional: Don’t forget to go to the artist’s deviantArt page (just click on the image) and give them a shout-out to let them know that their piece inspired you.
If you write a short story every day this week, you win! What do you win? Respect from your fellow writers, and we might have a little goody for you at the end of the week.
Flash Fiction, Day 2
I’m still using Everyday Vignettes today, but I’ve upped them a little bit, to just barely under 200 words. What Karley said in her Everyday Vignettes interview was right: writing in smaller ‘space’ really does tighten up your writing! While I want to ramp up towards NaNoWriMo word counts (1,667 words per day), I still want to learn to tighten up my writing. It just makes it more enjoyable to read!
Today’s writing also yielded a discovery: I may not be as bad at short fiction as I thought. While the first piece today was a lot of fun to write, I’m quite proud of the second piece. It might just be that it’s a lot easier to write short fiction when you have a great prompt, like these pictures. Or it might be that I really am just getting a tiny bit better!
Have you made any discoveries about your writing today?
“Are you sure that’s what’s next?”
The orange tabby shrugged. “You’re the one who taught me to read. If you don’t trust me, then read the stupid recipe yourself.” She leaped off the column and stalked off with her tail proudly erect.
Wendy sighed. Cats were so difficult to work with. Aside from their attitudes, they flicked hair into everything.
“Don’t mind her.” Thom smiled up at her from behind the spell book that he held. “She’s just touchy because you weren’t pleased when she brought you the wrong mouse for that spell.”
“She’s always touchy.” Wendy rolled her eyes at the retreating cat butt. “If she listened more than she talked, maybe she wouldn’t always be in a huff.”
“You’re gonna -” Gerry broke off as Wendy dumped the measuring cup in. He sighed as a roiling cloud of smoke plumed. “- ruin the spell,” he finished resignedly. He curled his tail over his face as the cloud reached the top of the bookshelf.
“What are you saying?” She glared at him from behind her curtain of hair.
“I’m saying that I just bought you.”
Her brown eyes flashed. “I’m not property, to be bought and sold!”
“Nevertheless, your debts put you in this situation. Do you find this unfair?”
She hesitated. “I. . . well. . .”
“Who would you rather belong to, him -” He gestured to the man sitting in the corner, counting his money and leering at her. She shivered as memories of his hands came to mind. “- or me?”
She looked the stranger over. He didn’t seem like a bad man. Not like him. Not that looks meant anything. The debt collector had seemed like a nice man, until he shackled her hands and dragged her away. Biting her lip, she looked into her owner’s eyes. “What will you do with me?” Memories flew unbidden to her mind and she blinked tears away.
The man smiled kindly at her. “I’m going to set you free.”