Hello all! This happened a few weeks ago, but somehow I forgot to mention it here! Super excited to see this one up in the newest edition of Twist in Time magazine.
The impetus behind this story was a contest that assigned very specific prompts: a story written in Japan during the 1890’s. A lot of research later, I hope the story captures a window of the time period with just a smidgeon of fantasy.
Excited to see this competition anthology out today with some pretty awesome authors and stories! Love that I was able to get a little something in here as well. After Midnight at the Dreamer’s Charity Ball is an ethereal piece – including a fully feathered orchestra, acorn nut pastries, bedroom slippers, and the sweet memory of strawberries.
Waking up with fireworks to see my story on the longlist for the Smokey Flash Fiction Award! Authors will find out later in June if we made the shortlist. But the longlist is crazy awesome and has me seeing all the colors!
Excited for the news that my story “After Midnight at the Dreamer’s Charity Ball” will be in this compilation. It was a little ethereal, but sometimes the characters go that way. 🙂 I’ll post again when it is live. Thinking of everyone!!
…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!!
Growing up, Settie basted together her days in light running stitches, so she could go back to them when she wanted. Sometimes it just pierced a smile on a dark day, while others it highlighted hours in the sun, done with a full scalloped border in Nordic Blue. The years when her needle dulled, she added a new thread in surgeon’s knots to move through thickened fabric to a better canvas. And later, when she could not see in the dimmer light, she gently pulled her life together, in a gathering of days, one memorable piece next to the other.