I jumped into Leone Ross' Ten Days of Writing challenge half-way, so it's kind of fitting that I didn't quite make it to the end. I did Day 9 but was just too busy to pull something together for Day 10. I really wish it was something I'd been in on from the beginning, but such is life.
Leone's full list of challenges are here. I might go back through these and attempt a few of them - some are really intriguing (particularly the word loop one).
The challenge for Day 9 was to write 250 words about a
moment of either pain or ecstasy. I chose the latter. It's not my best
bit of writing (heck, I couldn't even come up with a title) but half the point of these exercises is to see where
our limits are and what we can do with different ideas. Story begins after the picture...
Monday, 8 September 2014
Thursday, 4 September 2014
|Image from aboriginaltourism.com.au|
SAVIOURS AND SIDE EFFECTS
By Elliot DeLocke
Smithfield Chemicals burned, oily smoke plumes rolling skyward. Commander Farlane watched his fire crews struggle for control.
“When’s he coming?” he asked.
Dreamtime Liaison Officer Schultz shrugged. “Soon. He got caught up at the Litchfield fire.”
The inferno roared. Chemical storage silos groaned; they’d explode any moment now. Farlane braced himself.
Then... a rumble.
Behind them, a gargantuan serpent reared, scales shimmering with iridescent glory. The beast cried and belched thick, cleansing fog over the fire; toxins were purified, combustibles went inert. Heavy rains were summoned, finishing the blaze off.
Firefighters cheered. The Rainbow Serpent departed, flowers sprouting behind it.
Farlane and Schultz shook hands, politely ignoring each other’s massive, throbbing erections. Working with fertility spirits always had side effects.
Monday, 1 September 2014
But what the hey. The Day 7 challenge was to write a 55-word piece of flash fiction inspired by one of five posted photos. I choose the picture shown above, and came up with the story below.
By Elliot DeLocke
The client’s teeth chattered. Malcolm lent the man his jacket.
“Warmer now, Mister Griffin? Do you need gloves? I’ve only rubber ones, I’m afraid."
The jacket nodded. Malcolm fetched them, acting as thought this were all perfectly normal.
“Better? Okay, from what you’ve told me, you definitely have a libel case against this Wells character...”