My 250 Word Challenge

The Door

Only in the dark, could a glimmer be so bright. Or so Davis thought, when the door swelled beneath his fingers then burst through the grass like a budding mushroom. It drew him to his feet. Beneath his aching hands, the cool metal pulsed with the promise of release.

(Continue reading at Indies Unlimited, Flash Fiction Entries and vote here for your favourite.)

On Christmas Day, I read a blog by Martin Crosbie, whom I met at the Rural Writers’ Retreat in Smithers this fall. He reminded me through his article on Charles Dickens’ self publishing journey for A Christmas Carol  that even those “greats” began somewhere. That those classic authors we teach in school succeeded because of hard work, confidence, and a belief in their creations. Most of all, I guess, our writing and artistic heroes make it because they make a point of creating and publishing. Thanks to my Christmas lesson (even though I thought I was on holidays), I joined the writing site Martin recommended called Indies Unlimited, AND, my first New Year’s Resolution to publish comes in the form of entering a flash fiction contest. Learning to tell a story in 250 words or less is quite an experience! Although it was a bit painful to slash 100 words from my story I decided that it was worth the experience of (1) actually sitting down and writing and (2) putting myself out there in a competitive context.

Please, check out Indies if you haven’t already. Although I am very partial to my own story I promise you that the other submissions are creative and thought provoking, You might even be inspired to try the next writing challenge.


Blue (excerpt)

Technique:    Characterization and Description

Intention:     To create a well rounded character through the techniques of description and introspection.

Genre:     Fantasy

She paused for a moment.

The brush balanced precariously in her hand, halted in mid-motion as if a button had been pushed. What could it mean? Her dark eyes sought confirmation of the thought that had skittered through her mind like a sewer rat in pursuit of a rotten morsel.

The only thing looking back at her was her own reflection.

Tiny, almost elfin, features. Black hair tumbling in wild waves to the small of her back. Winged brows framing midnight blue eyes. Red lips. Nothing much to look at, really, she mused. She would never win any beauty contests.

Reessa shrugged. Luckily she wasn’t too worried about winning any contests. She was too busy studying to be a wise woman. Of course, she had a long way to go before she received even her first tattoo. Wise woman training began at thirteen, and continued – well, Reessa wasn’t actually sure when it ended. To be sure, only one woman that she knew had ever covered her entire body with the cobalt markings and even then Greya said that she hadn’t fully attained wisdom. There was still a small circle of flesh coloured flesh on her left shoulder blade.