Great opportunity for short story writers… or to try your hand at short stories! Check it out!
Authors can share a link to their short stories (less than 2000 words please) or poetry, and it won’t cost you a penny! The deadline is 31st August. Stories or poems can be on any subject, but please keep them reasonably family friendly – nothing too graphic!
via Share Your Short Story – August 2019
Do you like to write short stories?
You do … but can you follow a prompt and write a story in 72 hours?
No, it’s not a trick question.
via Revisiting The Writer’s Games
Camp NaNo – a third of the way through the journey! 😊👍
I come across a good post about writing schedules almost daily. Many authors and bloggers have unique and precise methods of ensuring time is allotted daily for writing.
My writing schedule looks like a casual suggestion.
Don’t get me wrong, I write somethingevery day… at some point. The schedule part? That’s tricky.
via Camp NaNo Update Day #10
Week 26…and half of 2018 is gone! 😱
She was here.
His day went from good to great.
Everything else fell away from his viewpoint as he focused on her every movement.
After clearing the east entrance to the park, she loosened the harness on the huge malamute and looped the leash around her wrist.
Mark Evans had seen his mystery woman at the park enough to know the massive dog who could be mistaken for a small furry horse, was named Midas.
Though his size was intimidating, Mark had never seen the dog misbehave and was sure his mystery woman had no need for the leash.
via #52weeks52stories “Dream a Little Dream”
Week 25! 😉
Feu soared through the sky, the chill of early morning giving him energy and spurring him on.
He flew higher, touching the edge of the atmosphere where the air was the thinnest before swooping down to the clouds.
Stretching his wings wide, Feu closed his eyes, gliding along the blustery troposphere, wishing his brothers were at his side.
Moto and Kasai would challenge each other to races until exhaustion took them. Huŏ, the youngest, would pepper him with endless questions about their heritage.
But these were troubled times for the Kuen Kingdom. There was little time for fun and enjoyment or taking mates and raising families as long as their existence was threatened.
via #52weeks52stories “Soar”
#52weeks52stories: Week 23
Word prompt: suicide
Word count: 1496, Reading Time – 2 mins, 19 secs
The watched hands of a clock are not supposed to move.
But Teddy Carver had seen the hands move for every one of the last twenty-four minutes.
Five minutes remained before the three o’clock bell rang signaling the end of history class and the end of the school day.
Time to go home.
Nervous jitters caused his knee to bounce while his fist tightened around the pencil he was holding. It snapped, breaking into pieces Teddy laid on the desk without taking his gaze from the clock.
He knew his classmates were staring at him. Some, out of curiosity but most were because they pitied their young friend. Teddy appreciated their kindness and concern. The school sent a beautiful wreath to his mom’s service and the GoFundme donations helped to pay for the service and more… since there’s no payout for suicides.
But he could live without the pity.
via #52weeks52stories “Left Behind”
Week 18! 😁
Darrin Bennett drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Marbury, Pennsylvania wasn’t a large city or even a business hub. But as one of four cities that shared the interstate exchange, evening traffic was always headache-inducing as suburbans scurried back to their ranch-style homes.
He glanced at his mother in the passenger seat. She’d been quiet since they left the coroner’s office.
“How are you holding up, mom?”
Just like she’d done in Pax Lacey’s office, Sally Bennett sat with her back straight. Her seat belt strained against her as though trying to push her back in the passenger seat.
“Tired. Confused. Pissed off. Scared.” She fingered the small handbag in her lap. “It was horrible enough being attacked in the Ramirez home. But we both lived through that and are so grateful.”
Tears pooled in her eyes.
“Then to see your dad… my husband lying dead on the floor…”
via The Devil You Know, Part VIII #52weeks52stories
Week 15 already! 😉
Sally sat on the edge of the hospital recliner, her back ramrod straight.
The nurse was nearby completing Sally’s discharge orders.
Joanie, Carolyn, and Darrin stood by in silence, each casting worried looks at their mother.
Carolyn knelt at Sally’s side.
“Mom, please reconsider. The doctor said your vitals are stable, but you still need to be careful. He’d signed off on one more night’s stay in the hospital.”
She reached out and caressed her daughter’s cheek.
“And what good would that do, Caro? Laying in that bed for another night would change nothing, including me. The police have questions and so do I.”
via The Devil You Know, Part V #52weeks52stories
I’m not participating in the A-to-Z challenge this year, opting instead to do CampNaNoWriMo.
But two of my good friends are participating with outstanding themes.
The first is author/blogger L.S. ‘Lynne’ Fellows who’s showcasing Languages of the World. It’s not too late to follow Lynne and get started on her fun, informative posts! 😊😉
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Assamese was reinstated as the official language in the 1870’s, after a spell of 50 years with Bengal being the principal language of the Indian state of Assam.
It is thought to have evolved from an eastern branch of the Apabhramsha dialects spoken in India in the 6th-13th centuries. It first appeared in 14th-century documents, although there is written evidence of the language in documents and poems of an earlier period.
via A is for … Assamese
Week 13! 😉👍
Sally laughed as Frankie spun her around in circles, elated over the news she was expecting their first child.
The scene changed before a confused Sally… and she and her husband were sitting in Mañana’s. She remembered that’s where they had dinner to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary.
Her head throbbed as the scene changed again and she was staring at herself in the mirror of a large bath.
She knew this place too. The linen wallpaper covered in delicate coral shells and the porcelain wash basins covered in the same shells had been two of the things she most admired at the Montage Kapalua Bay resort on Maui.
Sally didn’t understand what was happening to her. Seven years had passed since she and Frankie celebrated their silver wedding anniversary in Hawaii.
Sally rushed into the bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw her husband resting in bed.
His back was to her and she snuggled up close behind him.
“Sorry, I took so long, honey. I’m back.”
Receiving no response from Frankie, Sally rose up on one elbow and peered over his shoulder.
“C’mon, Frankie. You can’t be asleep already.”
Annoyed, she grabbed his shoulder, rolling him onto his back.
The scream froze in her throat as she stared down into her husband’s lifeless eyes.
via The Devil You Know, Part III #52weeks52stories