Welcome back to 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 3
I think I hit a block today. Okay, that might be an excuse. But still. I had no idea what to write!
The first one ended up being ridiculously short. Still, it. . . kind of told a story, yeah? I dunno. Write yours and then tell me, I guess?
And the second one? You’d think there would be plenty of story fodder, right?! Gah! Maybe it was sensory overload. It’s a gorgeous picture, and there’s so much pretty and interesting going on! Whatever it was, my brain couldn’t pick something to write about. So I guess that’s kind of what I wrote about.
I failed at plot today. So badly.
Did you hit a block today? Or did you sail through no problem?
I really don’t like the color orange.
The problem is, it was Jeremy’s favorite color. And he’s gone now.
I swear I didn’t have this much orange in my wardrobe before. But apparently I forgot about all of the gifts he’d given me. My therapist says it’s a coping mechanism. I think it’s just my way of remembering him.
It had to be here somewhere. Why did he have to give such odd commands?
One little piece of scroll.
In all of this.
It was like a needle in a haystack!
There were so many masks. He said not to put any of them on. They all had magical properties or some such. I was not about to mess with that!
It moved! No, calm down, it’s just a suit of armor. With a sword. That I swear wasn’t pointing that way when I walked in. Whatever.
Okay, clowns with swords, though. . . that is not okay. At least that one’s not moving.
Ooh, I wonder what’s in these drawers! I bet it’s something –
Right. That little piece of scroll.
I hate my job.