Welcome to the first 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 1
I decided to write Everyday Vignettes today. I’ve always considered myself to be a pretty bad short fiction writer. It’s just too easy for me to ramble. It’s a problem in everyday conversations and in my writing. To both give myself a challenge and to ease myself back into writing every day, Everyday Vignettes made the most sense.
If it’s been a while since you’ve written fiction consistently, try starting out with an Everyday Vignette and work up to Flash Fiction this week. The two pieces below took me less than 30 minutes to write total. You can do it too!
“It isn’t that easy,” Ch’ther growled.
Parker sighed, raising her hands placatingly. “I think you’re misunderstanding me. Devik agrees with me.”
The Reaper grinned, but it didn’t look humorous.
Ch’ther scowled. “I don’t even know why he’s here.”
“Because without him, we fail! What don’t you understand?!”
“It was supposed to be just the two of us. I hunt; you charm. Though you aren’t so charming lately. Why do we need him?”
“Because we’re dead. And he’s the only thing keeping us alive.”[/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end]
“Can I trust you?”
The look in her eyes said she’d been hurt before. I held out my hand. “You’re going to have to.”
She bit her lip. “It’s a long way down…”
“There’s a lot of people who want to kill you, too…”
She glared at me for a moment. One glance behind us and she took my hand. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
I grinned. “Almost definitely.”
“Will it be worth it?”
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