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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 12

Ive also had this one written for a few days. I gave myself two challenges with this piece. First, no fantasy elements. I wanted to keep this one fiction, but without using anything fantastic in the magical or technological sense.  Second, I wanted to keep it to 300 words. The second challenge ended up being a lot more difficult than I initially thought it would be. 300 words is not a lot when youre trying to tell a complete story, and often I struggle when I’m given 1,000. Overall, though, I’m pretty happy for how the piece came out. I’ve definitely written worse.

I’ve been struggling with writer’s block over the last week but I have Day 13 halfway done so with any luck I’ll have that up tonight, but there’s a good chance that my updates are going to start getting slower over the next couple of weeks as I’ve also started another draft of Messier 51 after getting some notes that are going to require extensive rewriting.

Anyhoo, here’s Day 12:

Prompt: Lancelot, flannel, aeronautics.


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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 11

Been a few days since I posted a piece for the 100 days of flash fiction. I’ve actually had this one written for a few days, but life has gotten so busy that I hadn’t been able to make time to post it until just now. Anyway, this piece is definitely written in a different style than the others I’ve posted. The prose feels a lot more flowery, which I don’t think is necessarily a bad thing, but it’s definitely a style of writing I haven’t read or written in a bit. I based the girl in the story loosely on my oldest niece since it had just been her birthday when I actually wrote the piece and she was on my mind.

Anyway, finally, here’s Day 11:

Prompt: “The garden shrank at night.”


The garden shrank at night—or so Gail had told her. Pulling the skirt of her dress up to her knees, Penny hopped across the series of flat stones to ford the stream. Balancing precariously on one leg as she landed on the other side, Penny steadied herself before continuing down the narrow path. It was cold enough that she could see her breath, and the air still smelled earthy after the morning rain. Penny tucked her chin into her scarf.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 10

I had a lot of trouble whit this piece. I had a friend challenge me to write something with a cyberpunk vibe and it ended up being much more difficult for me than I expected. I’ve only read one or two cyberpunk books in my life and that was years ago. And to top it off, the prompt didn’t easily lend itself to that sort of story (at least not in my mind). I actually ended up writing three entirely different stories, starting from scratch each time, which not only destroyed my two-hour rule but has given me a massive backlog of pieces I need to write to catch up.

My goal is to get Day 11 out tonight, and then Days 12 and 13 out tomorrow early in the morning before I have to take care of social obligations at night. I’ve also got some notes on my book, so I need to start working on that as well this weekend—and I really want to finish reading Magician: Apprentice, so I’ve got a busy weekend ahead of me. Anyway, finally, here’s Day 10:

Prompt: “The kingdom was like a quilt.”


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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 9

Another piece I had a lot of trouble editing down, and one I definitely want to revisit and give a good solid edit/rewrite on a weekend when I can spare more than two hours to pull the piece together. The character of Cam changed a lot in my head as I wrote the piece. At first, I’d pictured him as a young man with a cool head on his shoulders, but as I got farther into the piece, it made more sense for him to be a grizzled veteran. Overall, while I like the idea behind the piece, I’m not sure I did a good enough job connecting the reader to the character of Cam. I think when I do revisit this short story, I’ll trim out some of the action and focus more on building the character and his relationships with people back home. I could be trying to do too much with so few words, but I think the challenge will be fun, and it will definitely end up being a piece that’s out of my usual wheelhouse. Anyway here’s Day 9:

Prompt: “Third Terra was going the way of First.”


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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 8

Today was definitely an exercise in patience and persistence if nothing else. I hit major writer’s block with today’s piece and ended up going past my two-hour limit. It was one of those days where every word felt like a slog, but somehow I ended up churning out a piece over a thousand words and needing to edit it down. Anyway here’s Day 8:

Prompt: “We were going to have to find a locksmith.”


I kicked the chest hard. We were going to have to find a locksmith. And a good one to boot. One that could work on both planes—and at the same time. Irritated, I pulled out the small mirror from my pocket and tapped it twice.

“Wyatt? You there?”

“Yup. Any updates?” Wyatt’s overly chiseled face faded into view on the small mirror.

“None of them good.” I sighed, “we need a locksmith.”

You’re a locksmith.” Wyatt sounded annoyed. And rightfully so. Wyatt and I had reputations to uphold and even after two hours with the chest offsite I was stuck.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 7

Another shorter piece. This one came out a lot darker than everything else I’ve written so far. The initial idea I had was a bit more lighthearted, but as I started thinking more about the character of Van and the setting I’d created something a lot darker came to mind and I ran with it. It was definitely a fun piece to write and one I’m going to revisit next weekend. Anyway, here’s Day 7:

Prompt: “There were 48,000 gods in their mythology…”


Dumping the egregiously heavy sacks on the ground beside him Van opened the smaller of the two and pulled out a well-worn shovel. Scanning the graveyard to be sure it was still empty, he went to work.


There were 48,000 gods in their mythology and not one of them for fertility. It was almost too good to be true, but Van had triple checked. The gods in his homeland were both petty and merciless after all, and he didn’t want to chance it with the ones here lest they be the same.


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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 1 (Revised)

I decided it would be a good exercise to pick my favorite piece every week and comb through it to try and make some revisions and tighten up the piece as best I can. This week I decided to go with my story from day one. There aren’t any enormous earth-shattering changes, but I do think the story is a bit more clear and reads a bit better. Most of the changes are in the first 200 words, setting up the scene a bit better. Anyway, here’s the revision:

Prompt: Time travel, a bookmark, the angel Gabriel.


“Well, shit.” Evan peeked his head out of his car window to take in the surroundings. “I guess this is why you shouldn’t piss off angels.”

He let out a sigh of frustration. He’d been driving home when all of a sudden everything turned white, and he’d found himself face to face with Gabriel. The archangel had made Evan an offer he couldn’t refuse, Evan had refused it, and Gabriel had gotten angry. Before he knew it, Evan was spinning his tires in some of the thickest mud he’d ever seen, stranded god knows where. He hoped he was still in Texas—the stars looked pretty much the same, and the terrain looked similar—but he couldn’t be sure. Flipping on the radio, Evan tweaked the dials until he could get a signal.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 6

I drew a blank when I first saw today’s prompt and ended up Googling “moth-craft” for the first twenty minutes until something came to mind. After that I just started writing with the prompt written out in front of me until I came up with something remotely cohesive. This piece is shorter than most of the other ones I’ve written so far, and I definitely didn’t have any issues keeping it under 1,000 words. Anyway, here’s Day 6:

Prompt: “A moth-craft, ether, a plant that tells your fortune.”


I held the pliers painstakingly still as I waited for the glue to dry. It took all of my self-discipline to resist the urge to rush. This was the fourth moth-craft I’d put together today, and I was far past frustrated. “Tell me something useful you piece of crap,” I grumbled as I finished my mental thirty count.

Gingerly placing the moth on the table in front of me, I gave it a cursory inspection. Roughly twice the size of my palm, it was smaller than the other three before it, but I was quickly running out of materials and really didn’t feel like rushing to the store for more—not that I’d have the time to make the trip anyway.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 5

I had a little bit of trouble picking a direction to go with today’s prompt. It took me about 600 words of nothing to come up with what I ended up writing. I think this is a piece I’m definitely going to revisit at some point and give an edit. I came up with some interesting ideas I’d love to explore towards the end of writing this and I definitely want to explore the characters of Kayden and Raine more (Raine especially since she never really got any “screen time” so to speak). Anyway, without further ado, here’s Day 5:

Prompt: “The dress spoke for her…”


Kayden didn’t have to speak a word to hold the old man’s attention. The dress spoke for her. A deep navy, almost black, the floor-length gown was a strong contrast to her waves of rust-colored hair. Strapless and cut just low enough to make imaginations run wild, Kayden had spent the better part of the last three days finding the right tailor to make sure every aspect fit her figure perfectly.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 4

Posting Day 4 a little bit late. I actually wrote this yesterday, but by the time I got home the only thing on my mind was sleep and I crawled into bed almost immediately. I had a lot of trouble cutting down Day 4s story to 1,000 words but it was definitely a good exercise and hopefully the story still came across as an interesting read. Anyway, I need to get started on Day 5, so heres Day 4:

Prompt: “Walking back home along the rim of the galaxy…”


Walking back home along the rim of the galaxy—” I switched off the radio before the song hit full swing and glided the car to a stop. I wasn’t a fan of dealing with anything Guild related, there was always just a bit too much security for my taste, but what the client wanted the client got.

Locking the car behind me, I flipped on the small black Scrambler attached to the back of my neck, crossed the street, and ducked my way into the bank. Literally. Solarians are about half the size of Earthlings, and everything—including their doors—shows it. Finding a car big enough to carry me had been an ordeal in and of itself. I can’t wait to get somewhere normal sized.