11/12/09

Get Jacked on the Crack!

I’ve found my new crack, Flashy Fiction!  If you’re not using then something is wrong.  It is a fabulous no pressure blog that gives you daily cues; via a quote, statement or picture.  You, fancy writer nobody, takes that daily cue and runs with it.  Like your ass is on fire runs with it and let me tell you it is the best high you can get.

Ok, it's kind of like this.  You walk in a room…”Hi my name is Girl with One Eye.”  Meekly take your seat on the aluminum metal folding chair.  Group says, “Hi Girl, welcome.”  They hand you a prompt.  You hold it, waiting for a veteran to take the stage first, you watch their performance.  You slink down in your chair and go, oh crap, what have I gotten myself into?   Your turn…

(DISCLAIMER #1: The above is an opinion of how I felt afterwards and in no way implies I expect you to agree.)

It gets you fired up and open and raw and just like you can freaking take on the world, like you’re high. (DISCLAIMER #2:  The previous statement is meant to be a metaphor and in no way implies the author is or has ever consumed an illegal substance.  You can’t prove a thing, I never inhaled.)

Thank you Wendy for introducing me.  (If you are not following Wendy’s blog you should, she is a funny witty gal who I should dedicate and entire post to but I would sound like some cyber stalking freak and she might have to put a cyber restraining order on me.  Even in the comments to her post she is witty and clever.  Ok, enough Wendy praise.)  Check out Wendy’s hilarious Flashy Fiction: Picture of two couples.

Here is what I wrote (for my home run piece, see DISCLAIMER #1):

It was the last place I wanted to be but the only place to make it happen. The hallowed ground made my blood quiver. The wind stayed at bay but I could taste the stale air around me, rotting wood, rusting metal, the last sacred place to rest. Overgrown with weeds and crumbled masonry told me blessings from the priests had long since past. It had to be enough, the dark was coming and so were they.

Numbly, I traced my finger over the circle of my pendant. I couldn’t feel the full force of my talisman’s power but the occasional flicker of static between my fingers told me I had hope. The sun began to hide behind the tree line, coward I thought. The shadows of the trees grew longer until eventually they became the dark. It wouldn’t be long now.

The shuffle in the woods told me they were close. I moved to the tiny bell tower, barricading myself in. It was the last night of the crescent moon just before it became new, it had to be enough. I wouldn’t make it another night out here alone. I had to wait and hope they could not smell me before I had a chance to perform the ritual.

First came the thuds, soft melodic. I can handle the thuds I told myself. Then a moan, one at first, soft occasional, I can handle one moan. It grew louder confirming it had caught scent of something alive. Shhh, I wanted to tell it. Be quiet please, I begged silently inside. My begging and praying was not enough, I heard a second then third now they were coming. Where was the moon? Surely it should be here by now?

I wrapped my arms around my legs and rocked. Tune them out; it’s just moaning nothing more. CRACK! I heard the first board break to my makeshift barrier. I rocked faster waiting for shot of silver to break night sky.

Maybe, I stood to my feet, there behind the clouds a glow. I pulled the dagger from my boot, the blade crooked back and forth to a sharp point. Patiently I waited for the cloud to pass and reveal my savior of light. The scrapping of claws to the wood below were not so patient. All I need it one ray from the moon and I’m free.

If I cut too soon it could bring them down on me faster. Wait. Wait. There, I gouged the dagger deep in my hand and raked it across my palm. I used the point to drip a single drop onto the medallion. The moon’s rays zeroed in on the ruins tied around my neck just as they crashed through the rotted door.

They were too late. I saw only the clouded white of their dead eyes before the rays of light enveloped me. The light recessed and I fell, into his arms. The emerald green of his eyes welcomed me back. Before I could even curl the rest of my smile the smother of his shoulder embraced me as wept for my safe return.

That’s it.  It opened me up better than Nyquil.
Hmm, I think I have my prologue for a third book. 
Want to get your daily crack?  Check out Flashy Fiction, you won’t be disappointed.

9 comments :

  1. Ok, we have to try this. What a great way to exercise all those writer muscles! I'm in. As soon as we finish the WIP. Soon...at least I hope it will be soon.

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  2. Aww schucks... blushing... blushing. (Wendy tucks restraining order away.) You're so awesome. Thanks for the mention.

    I totally think that was a home run. Right on. I'm glad that someone else finds Flashy Fiction as addictive as I do. It totally is like crack with some of the prompts. I dig it!

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  3. I've never tried flashy (I thought it was flash, but I like flashy better) fiction. That was really good. Do you have to write fast, or just brief?

    (That question makes sense to me.)

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  4. Matt, there isn't a limit on length, but it's typically what you "flash" on when you see a prompt and can write in ten to twenty minutes. I typically write on about three prompts a week. If it doesn't come after a few minutes, I just blow it off. So, I tend to think of it as just a quick inspiration piece rather than anything limited by length or time it takes to type. Check out the site and read through a few of the prompts and comments. The week before Halloween had some really good ones. It's been slow this month with NaNo going on--I think.

    There is a contest on right now too. Each time you post on a prompt, your name is entered into a drawing for a gift card to be drawn at the end of November.

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  5. Wahoo, Lisa and Laura stopped by! Yes it's good fun but WIP comes first.

    You're welcome Wendy. But where is our crack today! Huh? Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

    Matt, glad you made a fly by, wink wink. Ok sorry, had to get that lame pun in. Wondergirl Wendy could not have said it better. If you're not feeling it after a few seconds, move on.

    Wendy, are you stalking my blog now. Oh, now just go ahead and rip that piece of paper you tucked away. Go on, go ahead. For god sakes Wendy, RIP IT UP already! jk

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  6. Okay, I checked out the site. Looks fun. I'll have a go.

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  7. With the time difference between some of the prompt posters (see how they each get a different prompt day) sometimes prompts are later on some days than others. Deb's are Saturdays, and I love her prompts. Someone will post a prompt at some point today. Also, you can always go back and post on earlier prompts. If you go more than a week back, you should leave a trail of bread crumbs on that day's prompt or bring it to your blog, in my opinion.

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  8. Wow, I'm loving that Flashy is getting all this press! Ah, today is Heather's day and she's got family visiting. I'm guessing she forgot to set her prompt up prior.
    Wendy, thanks for loving my prompts! *blush*
    Yeah, I've been consumed with NaNo and haven't been posting much but I need to get back to it so my hands will stop shaking.

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