FLASH-FIC IS HERE
Each Friday a new prompt will be posted along with the previous week's winners.
What exactly is a Flash-Fic? It's pretty much a spur of the moment, tiny story, prompted by words, images or silliness. Not sure if you've ever been on twitter when this has happened, but it's pretty awesome when it does. It also happens often in threads, with a combination of people contributing.
How does it work? Each Friday one admin of TLS posts a picture prompt here to the blog. Using this image, entries are created by commenting on this post. Submissions must be 100-300 words ONLY. No more, no less. The entries are then judged and we post the winners here, each Friday, to share with all of you.
THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT
"I know I shouldn't be watching him, but I can't look away."
You will have until next Wednesday at 9 p.m. EST to submit your entry.
We have a very special guest this week and are so excited to have her here. You all know her from her site, The Fictionators, which she shares with the lovely Kassiah. We welcome the picture prompt and GUEST JUDGE this week: @Carenl http://www.fanfiction.net/~sparklnfade !
Please leave your submission in the comment section at the bottom of the post using this format:
Your name (use your Twitter, Facebook or FFN name)
Your link to your FFN profile if you choose to share it
Submissions will be judged on Thursdays and on Friday the winning entry will be posted here, on the TLS blog.
This feature is open to everyone, so come one, come all!
LAST WEEK'S PROMPT AND WINNERS
I can’t believe it. She’s actually there.
I squint into the midday sun, against the ocean air kicking up grains of sand as it breezes off the Pacific, and take a long, hard look at Bella to make sure I’m not imagining what I’m seeing.
That was the last place I saw her, sitting just like that, in that exact spot. Four years ago, the summer we left for college.
“I don’t want to go,” she told me, leaning her head on my shoulder.“Yeah you do.”“Yeah . . . I kinda do,” she laughed.
It was time. We were both leaving this small town, discovering the world on our own. We promised each other we’d keep in touch. And we have, for the most part, but college life and work make for busy lives. Not to mention opposite coasts. Social media made it convenient. Random texts to say Hi and share old personal jokes made the time pass a little easier.
We also promised to return to this place.
“The next time I see you, I want it to be here. Just like this. Meet me here. In four years, after we graduate. Okay? Promise me, E. No matter what.”
I take a step off the concrete stairs leading from the parking lot to the beach and begin walking to her, my eyes fixated on her nearly bare back. Before I know it, I’m running, thankful that the hot sand quiets my footsteps.
Bel-la, Bel-la, Bel-la my heart sings with every stride.
I slow to a walk as I get closer. Hesitating slightly, I walk up next to her and sit down to mimic her position.
“Hi,” I say guardedly.
She leans her head on my shoulder. Smiles without looking up at me. “You remembered.”
Word Count 298
A couple sit further down the beach. Their bodies are angled toward each other as the girl laughs at something the handsome boy says.
I should look away. I should turn and walk in the opposite direction forgetting I ever saw them. Instead, I stand frozen unable to move.
Silent tears fall down my cheeks. I don’t wipe them away.
You were supposed to wait for me.
We didn’t even make it to Christmas.
You surprised me one weekend. I thought it was romantic, that you couldn’t bear to be away from me. I was wrong.
You loved college. It suited you. You loved the freedom, the parties… and the girls.
It was over. You wanted to enjoy college life properly. And the proper way was single, without a girlfriend pining for you back home.
I cried. I yelled. I threw stuff and told you to leave. I didn’t mean any of it.
As the summer months loomed closer I listened to the rumors. You were coming home. And you were bringing someone.
I dreamed of the moment you would be back here. In our spot. I never thought you would be here with another girl.
Her blonde hair shimmers in the sunlight, her shoulders tanning in the midday heat.
You smile at her and my heart shatters. That smile used to be for me. I hate that it’s now hers.
In those moments I realize it’s over.
Planning to follow you to the same college is not an option. I can’t be near you and watch you love another.
With one last glance at my past, I turn and go back the way I came.
I don’t see you turning round, or the smile that falls from your face when you see me.
Word Count - 299
I dream of you. Every night, I lay my head on the pillow, your pillow, and smile. It’s my favourite time of day. I know that in a few short minutes, the sleeping pills will kick in and I’ll be with you.
As always, we’re sitting on a beach. Today it’s Waikiki, from the last trip we took together. The soles of my feet sting in the heat as I walk towards you, your back to me. I can still see the faint red lines from where I raked my nails down it last night.
You hiss as I press the ice cool bottle of water against those scratches. Tugging, you pull me down into the sand, rolling to near on top of me but mindful of the families nearby.
“You minx,” you growl, but your eyes sparkle in playfulness, so full of laughter.
I may have seen your face a thousand times but I can’t help but stare. You’re beautiful and you’re mine.
“Nothing,” I smile. “I was just wondering what I did so right to have you wander into my life?”
Your hand reaches up to caress my cheek, you gold band glinting in the bright light. “You were you; perfect in every way.”
A beat or two passes before I burst into laughter. “God, that was the cheesiest of cheesy!”
You blush, and I can’t help but kiss you. “Just as well I love you, your cheesy lines and all!”
We lie there, cocooned in our own bubble, talking about everything and nothing at all. The sun starts to descend, and I know we have to leave soon.
The beach scene begins to fade, taking you with it. I wake to another day where you are no longer in my world. At least until tonight.
Word Count: 243
It is just another day in paradise. We are sitting on the beach. It is our honeymoon. We are a perfect couple. My bleached-blonde hair looks nice against his olive skin. I smile. Jake is a generous lover. I can still feel his kisses all over my body. Mrs Black this time… It’s my fifth honeymoon in the past seven years. It’s my third time at Belize and it‘s getting old. Maybe Maldives next time?Tomorrow Jake will get on his boat and sail to the sea, the defective wire will cause the fire. A honeymoon tragedy. The inconsolable widow (me) will collect three million dollars in life insurance. Just one more day in paradise and I will be free to join my husband, partner and love of my life Edward Cullen.***My wife is sitting next to me on the beach. Bella. The name suits her. We do look good together. She is blonde and I have a black hair. We are a perfect couple. The sex is amazing too. I still have one more night with her. Bella, Nessie, Leah… The list is too long. I have to admit that I will miss Bella but I will do anything to keep my girlfriend Vicky happy.Tomorrow I will take my wife on a boat ride…Defective wire. Fire. Boom. Three million dollars in life insurance.***From a local newspaper: Honeymoon Tragedy. A Seattle couple married last weekend vanishes at sea.
The Lemonade Stand would like to also thank all of the participants. We thoroughly enjoyed ALL of the entries!