The first challenge for the Platform-Building Campaign was issued over on Rach Writes. Here are the rules:
Write a flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count.
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:
- end the story with the words: “everything faded.” (also included in the word count)
- include the word “orange” in the story
- write in the same genre you normally write
- make your story 200 words exactly!
As far as flash fiction goes, I wouldn’t say this was my best, but I wanted to hit as many bonus points as possible. I got them all in (it’s exactly 200 words) except for the “everything faded” last line. I suppose I could have worked it in eventually.
Not only did I write in my genre, I used the characters from my middle grade novel series. I found it very challenging to hone it into an actual story. One because I have so much history with these characters, and two because I don’t know that Middle Grade loans itself to flash fiction.
Hmmmm… that could be a challenge unto itself.
Shadows crept across the wall.
Brigitta slammed her fist down on one of them as it disappeared around the corner.
“Not so fast!” she said, reeling it in, which was challenging as it was quite slippery. “Minq, the spell seed!”
Minq slipped underneath her arms and caught the shadow in an orange spell seed, sealing it up, quick as a kiss.
“We have to get everyone’s shadows back before morning,” said Brigitta. “They’ll disappear.”
It had been Brigitta’s first Masquerade as Elder Apprentice, and she had appreciated her special duties. But one spell gone wrong and suddenly everyone melted into shadows, and then those shadows receded away like, well, shadows.
There was no way to get them all into the grand hall before sunrise. And once they disappeared, there would be nothing left of them to bring them back. You need something to make a shadow from. Even Minq knew that.
“Who shadow?” asked Minq as they stepped inside.
“Hopefully someone powerful,” she said and let the shadow out. It slowly expanded into the shape of Gola, the Drutan.
“Thank the Dragon!” Brigitta sighed.
Gola chuckled and motioned for them to step aside. “I did warn you about that spell.”