One of my recent submissions this past weekend received a Special Mention! I’m absolutely blown away because it’s just a fun little story that sang to me to write, and so I did. This happens most often at night, just before bedtime where I’m compelled to stay up late and get the story committed to my laptop and more often than not, submitted before bedtime too. The website is here: www.flashfriday.wordpress.com and it’s a tough nut to crack for a Writer! There are many, many talented Writer’s on there with brilliant stories and run by a fantastic Admin team and my hat’s off to them for keeping it all running perfectly.
Each week the Judge’s rotate, and do they ever have their work cut-out for them. Last weekend, over 70 stories posted to the sight, all incredible by incredibly talented Writers!
I hope you’ll bounce over there and have a read for yourselves. They’re all Flash Fiction pieces based on book prompts; this past weekend’s was George Orwell’s “1984′, where we choose two of the 5 prompts listed, such as totalitarianism or dystopia, or theme, or character and so on . . .
They’re all quick reads and I hope you’ll grace them with a visit!
Without further ado, here is my story that received a Special Mention with the Judge’s comments after! Have fun!
Conflict (Man? Vs Society)
One Down, One to Go
Wee red Smud and black Hairy Harry precariously walked across a glass table.
“This is kinda scary, Harry. What if we fall through?” His eyes shifted everywhere.
“Don’t be scared, kiddo, we ain’t gonna fall through.”
“It’s slippery too!”
“Well, put yer glue on yer feet. We’re almost to the edge.”
Voice trembling, “I don’t know bout this, its awful high!”
“Yer okay, foller me!”
They glided down a gossamer thread, reaching the ground. Wee Smud cried as he fell, petrified. A world of weird fibers, thick and twisted, was a forest of obstacles, as they struggled to go round, over, and under. Flecks of debris and strange-looking dusty tumbleweeds stood in their paths, barring progress. Insects as big as boulders attacked them, one in particular was after Smud.
“Harry, whatda I do? Help!” Smud cried.
“Keep yer wits about ya and run! Put yer legs into it.”
A wall of rubber blocked their way, and then it raised. All sixteen eyes reflected the tread as it came towards them. Harry split, all eight legs making a run for it, while wee red Smud became a red smudge, eight legs splayed around him, a goner!
“Janice turned to her husband, what can I say? It’s a totalitarian society in this household, and we don’t abide spiders. One down, one to go. I’ll get it!
Most Terrifying Dystopia, Arachnid Edition: Pattyann McCarthy, “One Down, One to Go.” Rollicking fun, though not for the hilariously-clepped characters!
THAT makes me happy! 😀