April 19, midnight, I was assigned a genre, a word and an action, and had to write a story of 100 words or less in 24 hours. I, and the 5000 others who competed in NYC Midnight’s 100-word Microfiction Challenge will find out on June 12th if we made it to the next round.
Ooooooh, that turned out well! Can’t wait to read the one you DID submit. My friend Wendy in Luxembourg writes those too and challenged me to one. Paring down language is not my forte (outside of poems, that is) but I tried it and will try to share here if it lets me.
It wouldn’t let me post a pic or a doc so I’ll just paste it here:
[100 words: write a drama, involve the action 'looking out of an airplane window' and use the word 'together' in the text somewhere.]
Seattle
(by Sara Kiiru)
Seventeen years ago, May Day, Carol’s freshman year. Temps finally broke 70. Perfect for her and Ella to review French together outside.
Later, alone in the cool dark café, Carol ordered — cinnamon roll and a latte, please — then walked the long hall to the restroom. Only had time to notice his ice blue eyes before he shoved her in a stall, took what he wanted, and left her to cry.
Today, looking out the window of the sold-out flight, she watched someone take the seat next to her.
Ooooooh, that turned out well! Can’t wait to read the one you DID submit. My friend Wendy in Luxembourg writes those too and challenged me to one. Paring down language is not my forte (outside of poems, that is) but I tried it and will try to share here if it lets me.
Please do!
It wouldn’t let me post a pic or a doc so I’ll just paste it here:
[100 words: write a drama, involve the action 'looking out of an airplane window' and use the word 'together' in the text somewhere.]
Seattle
(by Sara Kiiru)
Seventeen years ago, May Day, Carol’s freshman year. Temps finally broke 70. Perfect for her and Ella to review French together outside.
Later, alone in the cool dark café, Carol ordered — cinnamon roll and a latte, please — then walked the long hall to the restroom. Only had time to notice his ice blue eyes before he shoved her in a stall, took what he wanted, and left her to cry.
Today, looking out the window of the sold-out flight, she watched someone take the seat next to her.
Him. Ice blue eyes.
And still 1,831 miles to Seattle.
Wow, that’s intense.
Yeah, it did turn out intense. 😬 Writing always surprises you, right? You never know what’s gonna ooze onto the page.
It definitely does