New contest! Today I will post a picture and you readers will write me a piece of flash fiction. Winner receives a copy of my book TALK DIRTY TO ME from Samhain Publishing. Now, don’t fret – you have all week to do this! Deadline is 5:00 pm CST Friday. Post your submission in the comment section of this entry. From the entries, I’ll choose the winner with the best flash fiction and announce on Saturday. Okay? Okay! Let’s go. Here’s your picture:
Feel free to add characters to this scene (even though there aren’t any pictured).
A shiver nudged me awake. My eyes fluttered open and all I saw was white and blue. Snow? Was that snow? The last memory on which I could focus involved popsicle-annihilating, tar-melting heat. And tequila. I sat up and shielded my eyes against the bright, unobstructed sun. Icebergs? A set of footprints led to nowhere to my right, and sunbeams made crystals of the snowflakes to my left. There were many questions zipping through my mind – where was I? How did I get here? Where were my shoes? Yet the most troubling question, flaked by a pounding headache performed by the Edinburgh Tattoo, was WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT?
Hello! 😀 Here is my entry. 😀 Abby
The Snow Angel
“Experience,†I said. “E-X-P-E-R-I-“ I was stuck. I had no idea what came next. I was up the creek. My stomach hurt.
“It’s a SNOW DAY,†shouted my brother as he ran up the stairs two at a time. “Its on the radio. They’re all closed.â€
I stopped practicing for the dreaded test. Usually my brother bugged me or got me into trouble. This morning he gave valuable information. “Great!†I said. I threw my notebook under my bed. It hit the wall with a thunk.
“It’s a snowy day so eat up,†said Mom. A bowl full of oatmeal sat in front of me. Sitting down to breakfast was always a battle. But I wanted to get outside fast, so there was going to be no argument. I shoveled in spoonfuls of oatmeal at lightning speed. “Do you want more o.j.?†said Mom. I shook my head. “Okay,†she laughed. “Go suit up and play in the snow.â€
I ran outside and lay on the ground to make a snow angel. Waving my arms and legs. My mother opened the door. “Kristine?†she said “did you do your spelling words?†“Yeah,†I answered without a second thought.
Hang On
The sun hung high above the snow drifts that were immune from melting because the air, heavy with the Arctic winds, would not allow the rays to caress the all white tundra. It was the last thing Charlie ever saw as his fingers, numb by the bitter cold, could no longer hold the rope that dangled him precariously above hell.
This is living, thought Elsa as she urged her dog sled team over the desolate artic tundra. Man, animal, and machine moving as one cohesive unit. She yelled, “Mush boys! Gimme a little more speed!†hoping to squeeze that last bit of speed from her 8 dog Siberian Husky team as they sped toward the jagged peak of the glacier looming ahead. She had to get there before the white wolf that had been chasing her for almost two hours. She HAD to! Exhaustion was setting in fast, but just thinking about the safety of that strange ice formation, renewed her sense of purpose. The wind and the cold became nothing more than minor irritants as the focused in reaching the arrow shaped peaking jutting up into the beautiful Yukon sky. “No sight of the wolf and I’m almost there.†Elsa thought to herself and finally let a small smile break free.
This is living, Cyrus thought as he sped over the cold ice and snow racing toward the glacier’s peak. Man and animal moving as one cohesive unit-chasing the same elusive goal. “I’m tired of watching. Tired of waiting. Tired of wanting. It was now time to claim what has always been MINE.â€, he thought to himself as his wolf form gained on “his†woman and her dogsled. From the moment he smelled Elsa on her way to her grandmother’s house, he knew she was his mate. Although he immediately wanted to rip off her clothes, throw her on the ground, and mate her good and proper, he knew that his mate required a slow and gentle wooing. And so he waited, dated, and eventually bedded her like any normal man would- all the while holding in his dark sexual nature and keeping shape-shifting abilities secret. Until last night that is, on their one year anniversary. When he showed her his wolf form and told her of how he wanted her to submit to her alpha like any good little mate should. How he dreamed of tying her to his bed. How he wanted to spank her ‘til her ass blushed rosy pink and do all sorts of wicked things to and with her. Suffice to say his lovely mate went ape-shit and had the nerve to try to run from him (as if chase weren’t his favorite game!) He couldn’t and wouldn’t let her leave him, no matter how badly she wanted to. Just thinking about it made him run faster than ever before. So much was riding on reaching that peak first.
A deal between the two was struck. One race, winner takes all. The craggy arrowhead of the huge glacier was to serve as the finish line and Elsa would have a 15 minute head start. If Cyrus won, Elsa agreed to be his-in everyway he wanted. If Elsa won, she was free to leave and Cyrus would have to leave her alone. And the end of the race was nearing-less than a hundred yards to go. In spite of the head start, Cyrus was gaining steadily and suddenly they were neck and neck as they neared the glacier…