Round 2 Feedback came out around January 9th. I didn’t make it to round 3, but I did improve from Round 1 ( 9 points Round 2, 2 points, for a total of 11).
My screenplay was was kind of a head case. I think it would be better as a short story or novel in either crime/mystery fiction or psychological thriller. I think I may use it as a starting point/ inspiration for Nanowrimo later this year.
The results are in for Challenge #1 of the Short Screenplay Challenge 2018 an I ranked 14 in my group, getting 2 points. Okay, maybe that doesn’t sound like much but I fairly pleased after not writing in quite sometime. Feedback should be in within the next 48 hours and Round 2 is this weekend.
Ok, maybe not really in black, but I’m back to writing. I haven’t written fiction in over a year and I wasn’t really feelin’ the poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea in my attempts earlier this year. The break was good; I had the chance to change jobs and start a new. Now I’m back.
I just finished and submitted my submission for the #ShortScreenplayChallenge2018. I’m in a Halloween mood (my favorite holiday) and have a witchy character. Maybe the reason for the back in black music in my head now. I’m looking forward to the challenge, new inspirations, and new writings for fiction, poetry, and non-fiction.
Queue music (Artist: AC/DC)…
“Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes I’m back in black”
I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Don’t do it, Katie!” Laney shouted at her sister in the basement bathroom.
“It’s just story, Laney. Don’t be such a baby,” Katie retorted as she stuck out her tongue.
“I’ll tell mom,” threatened Laney, reaching for the bathroom door.
“Do whatever you want,” Katie waved off her sister turning towards the mirror in front of the sink cluttered with princess toothbrushes. Squaring her shoulders, Katie raised to a plié and began boldly, “Bloody Mary.”
“Don’t,” Laney whimpered, frozen in fear.
“Bloody Mary,” Katie continued in a shaking voice of increasing doubt. Laney began sobbing softly.
Kaite began a third time, “Bloody…”
-102 words-
I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Laughter rang out from the moonlit street as the ball bounced away. The children chased after their prey with unbridled enthusiasm finally catching up with the weary, red orb near the intersection at the bottom of the hill. Just as one of the smaller boys picked up the ball a bright light sped towards them. The driver tried to swerve but was unable to divert course as he approached the intersection. He drove right through the children and came to a stop at the bottom of the hill looking back at the child holding the ball in the eerie moonlight unfazed.
-101 words-
I work on poetry over at A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…
PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
After the lights were turned out and all was quiet, the creature crept out of the closet. Oozing over bright-eyed dolls and cuddly stuffed bears, the tangled creature began its journey across the nursery. Caking mud over airplane toys, the creature made it to the other side of the small room. Stopping at the crib, the mud and matted vine covered creature peered down in admiration at a baby boy clad in smiling cloud pajamas. A low gurgling started, a demonic lullaby.
As the baby cooed in response to the song, the creature reached out to hold his son.
-98 words-
I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Draped in glittering bangles and a flashing tiara, she danced amongst her girlfriends like there was no world at all. It wasn’t the style dancing that first attracted me to the beautiful goddess before my eyes, but the bright flashing of the of all her adornments as she bounced to the beat.
As I turned to avoid moving into a stalker zone, something else flashy caught my eye. This was not bangles and tiaras but a horror I could not comprehend. My eyes met with the devil, and they could only ask silent why before there was no world at all.
-101 words-
I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, but dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“I’ll have a slice of cake, please,” I said to the waitress.
“Cheesecake or Triple Chocolate?” she asked as I sat down at the counter.
“Chocolate.”
“Celebrating somethin’ special I hope,” she asked intrusively hovering with a pot of coffee.
“Nothin too special, my grandmother died,” I replied nonchalantly.
Afraid to sit my slice of cake on the counter in front of me, she asked horrified, “And that’s worth celebrating with cake?” as if I were some kinda murderer.
Easing my knife into the thick chocolate frosting, “She did wish me dead. Only seems right to enjoy livin’ with cake.”
-100 words-
I work on poetry at my other blog, A Full Cup of Tea, and dabble in some short stories and flash fiction here with the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. We offer support, constructive criticism, and encouragement to each other. Readers are encouraged to comment. My contribution for the week follows the photo prompt below…
Photo Prompt (C) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
My husband, I knew the weather called for rain most of the day, so we threw the roast in the crock pot and set about watching the games and some laundry here and there. As the aroma of salty meat began to drift from the kitchen into the living room, the thunder crackled closer.
Flash. Crash. Pop.
Followed by a loud thunderous roar is what we heard just as the TV snapped off along with all the power on the block. The dog ran upstairs, and we all looked at one another in the growing shadows wondering what to do for dinner now.
-103 words based on a true story-
My September Story a Day for the day. I’ve gotten a bit distracted and haven’t kept up. Time to get back on track.
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“Ding! Stop garh blar garh,” announced the jumbled robotic voice of the light rail system.
Ty still absorbed in his Thermodynamics book hopped off one station too soon, not paying attention to where he was going. As he headed towards the station exit he walked right into a large man.
“What here you’re going, punk!” The man screamed as he threw Ty’s book onto the tracks.
“No, I need that book to study for my exam tomorrow,” Ty lamented.
“If you don’t get out of my way, nerd, you’re going to be next,” the large man snarled as the next train raced over the book on the tracks.
Once the man hopped on the train and it sped away Ty felt it was safe to hop onto the tracks to retrieve his battered book and head home. He never saw the returning train coming.
nightmare of daytime 