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.
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