Fiction 440: The Final Light

My latest Fiction 440 piece: For this event, we are given 3 words and asked to write a story in 440 words or less. This time, the words were- meteor, Ceasar, and neon.

It was also the first time I organized and led the event, borrowing the idea (with permission) from my friends in Lansing and bringing it to Grand Rapids. It was small, but a lot of fun.

So, here is my story.

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She paused and looked around the quiet stretch of land, dotted with the proof of life once lived. No one else had chosen this spot for this night, and she supposed that made sense. But, for her, the lines separating the living and the dead had always been thin, and they were getting thinner with each passing moment. She’d always preferred the company of the dead anyway, why should now be any different?

Final spot chosen, she turned and watched for his approaching figure. He’d been close behind the whole walk here but she couldn’t make out his frame in the last of the light. The very last of it actually, she thought and chuckled.  He should have caught up by now and she called into the falling darkness. Nothing.

Her skin prickled but she refused to let herself panic. There was still time, she thought, let him enjoy himself. That was the whole point of their meeting, after all. Comfort, enjoyment…

The rest of the world had paired off immediately after the announcement, contacting loved ones, holeling up with families, or running off to be with friends. But, ten years as a coroner’s assistant had given her a certain aversion to the living. So, after the announcement, she’d had no one to turn to for comfort, until she saw him. He was alone too and his deep brown eyes caught her attention immediately. He shouldn’t have to spend this time alone, and neither should she.

They’d gone home together.

She turned again, squinting through the now complete darkness. She said his name. Then again, louder. “Caesar! C’mere boy!” Only silence answered her call and her stomach clenched. It was getting close and she was suddenly very aware of how badly she did not want to be alone. It was why she’d been drawn to him on the street. Why she’d chosen this place for their last moments. She’d been alone most of her life, she couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in death.

“Caesar!”

She looked up to the sky.

The moon shown neon bright, catching the stones around her and bouncing back into the charged atmosphere. Then, the light was gone.

It was here. She fell to her knees in the pitch black night, the last night, and reached out into the nothingness around her. She called again, one last time. This time though, there was a bark. Soft fur brushed her hands and a cold nose pressed against her cheek. Her arms closed around his solid form and he sighed against her as the meteor met the Earth and the last darkness met the final light.

 

Networking for Writers Who Hate to Public: Getting Started

In my last post, I laid out a scary truth. Writers should be networking. And while many of you already knew this, it’s still scary. And it’s tough to figure out where to start. Writing is a whole different ballgame than say sales or marketing.

Or is it?  Continue reading “Networking for Writers Who Hate to Public: Getting Started”

Don’t Snooze Your Life Away

Ugh, Mondays. Amiright?

Your weekend was probably great. You probably did all the things. Or, even better, did none of the things. Maybe you lounged. Maybe you focused on your writing or curled up in your favorite spot with a good book. Or, maybe you spent your days running kids from activity to activity. Whatever you did, my guess is that when that alarm went off this morning, you wanted your weekend back. Continue reading “Don’t Snooze Your Life Away”

When Thinking Hurts My Writing, I Don’t Think

Writing Is Like Breathing (But not in the way you would expect)

Have you ever tried to concentrate on your breathing?

Like, during a meditation or when the doctor tells you to take a deep breath while he’s listening to your heart? Ever notice what happens? Suddenly, the simple act of breathing in becomes incredibly difficult. You’re in the middle of breathing in when he quickly tells you to breath out, but you’re not done breathing in and you don’t have enough air sucked to complete a full breath out and what does oxygen taste like again and why is your heart beating so hard and it’s a wonder you’re not passed out in a gutter somewhere if breathing is this damn difficult… Continue reading “When Thinking Hurts My Writing, I Don’t Think”

I NEED to know! (The blog in which I ask for your help)

I am mentally preparing for the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge that I recently entered. And, by mentally preparing, I actually mean silently praying that I didn’t make a huge mistake and that I don’t get assigned a genre I know absolutely nothing about. And, hyperventilating a little.

So, I have a question.

I want to know the most intense writing challenge you’ve ever entered and how you got through it. Or, just how you get through any sort of intense writing deadline. How do you make your brain work under pressure? Where do you get your ideas when you don’t have time to brainstorm or ponder. I need tips. I need encouragement. I want to hear your story.

Leave your words in the comments.

And, go!

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Reasons I Don’t Write (A Little Self-Analysis)

I mentioned in a previous post that one of the steps I am taking toward writing more is reading more. Not just reading, actively reading. Taking notes. Thinking about what I read. Taking it to heart. If there are suggested activities, actually doing those activities. Because, if there is an activity suggested in a writing book…it’s probably a writing activity, therefore, it gets me to write more. Huh. Look at that. Continue reading “Reasons I Don’t Write (A Little Self-Analysis)”

Granting Permissions (Why You MUST Write)

“What gives one the right to write?”

“Well, is there something that will go unsaid if you don’t write?”

“Of course.”

“Well, then, you simply must write.”

You simply must write. Because something will go unsaid if you don’t.

Continue reading “Granting Permissions (Why You MUST Write)”