I am beyond excited to see this one in print! This dark fairy-tale draws inspiration from Virginia Hamilton’s Her Stories. Check it out below, or buy the whole issue on Amazon! Three Small Sacrifices.
http://lunastationquarterly.com/story/three-small-sacrifices/
Drifting six sided crystal flakes,
seeded dust
filters down to red mittened palms.
Her eyes as wide
as prismed flowers
preserved in the frozen morning.
…but that’s OK. Maybe when I have enough, I can cash it in for a win! All good though. I made it through to the final round where we had to write a genre mashup: an Epistolary suspense story. 1K in 48 hours. It took a little while to come up with something. I like the story though (even if it turned a little V is for Vendetta) and think I will tweak a few things on it for fun. These competitions are so addictive!!
So this is starting to be a bit of a banner week. Or like I told someone, my rainy season. Not that there won’t be droughts in the future or more rain. Just a cycle. I will post more writing here soon!
The prompts were delivered on Fridays for six weeks in a row. A Japanese historical fiction, an action/adventure with a countdown clock, an alien story including purposeful tropes, a fantasy memoir, a dialog only story, and one set in a festival or bazaar. The stories were due on Monday. Kind of a writing marathon (and honestly, I am just as tired).
Totally surprised when I won first in the last two events. Bonus, I came in third overall! My two placing stories will be published in a print anthology later this year. Sales proceeds benefit Nanowrimo.
Again, I have found the writing community to be the most supportive place. Congrats to all the writers that participated and those that even dipped in a toe. It’s a wonderful place to swim.
Shortlisted for my Poem – Sonnet for the Dreamers Craving Sleep in Molotov Cocktails Shadow Award Contest.
I had never tried a sonnet before…it was so much fun! Now off to see if I can find a publication that might give it a home. Cheers all!
Bright ember’s red fire
Blooms outwards in zinnias
Softly we do touch
This haiku was inspired by the word “hope”, in a challenge issued by author T A Barron. My haiku and a lot of others are posted on his website. There is still time to submit your own! Get writing!
After the TV turned off, Eva was thoughtful and quiet, while the others chattered like birds. She slid open the glass door and stepped into bright sky, her eldest brother a shadow behind her.
“Evie?”
“How come I didn’t see him?” She wore the ache in her heart like a beacon. “Grandpa’s watching me from the moon, said he would always.”
Suddenly leaning against his side, she twisted a fist against tears.
“Ah, that’s because rocket scientists don’t know everything.”
“No?”
“It’s the wrong frequency, you see. Rocket fuel can’t go the speed of love.”
Eva smiled faintly again. “Lovespeed.”
