I’ve been taking part in fiction challenges for years but there never seem to be many for short story writers that want to tackle something longer than a hundred words. The best I’ve found is Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenges.
Seeing as there seems to be this shortage, I thought I might try my hand at kick-starting my own Friday Short Story Challenges. This week you have a carry on the story piece. You can add a single paragraph in the comments below and work with others readers to create a piece with many authors, or you can whisk away the start of the story from below and post your own full blown piece to your blog.
- You can either add a paragraph in the comments below or write a full story carrying on from the snippet below on your own blog and add your link to the linky tool at the bottom of the page.
- If you’re adding to the story in the comments then try and reply to the story thread instead of the main post as that should keep things nice and simple for readers. (She says as if more than one person is likely to respond.)
- Word Count. If your posting on your own site go as big or small as you like, but if it’s in the comments it’s probably best to keep it to a paragraph at most. That said, you can always bob back later and add another plot twist in later along the line!
- If you’d like to reblog or share this then that would be wonderful. These sort of challenges only really work if we can get people involved.
- If you write something then please check out the other contributions as well. We all like to see that our work is being read and commenting is a great way to get to know some of your fellow bloggers.
- Most importantly! Have fun.
Next Saturday (12th August) I’ll do a feature post which will include snippets from all the blogs that take part and link back to their sites.
Fancy the challenge? Then take a look below and get writing! It’s over to you now:
The pocket watch has sixteen hands and they all pointed in the same direction. Twelve. It was ridiculous really, who would want a watch that didn’t tell the time, never mind one that had sixteen hands, none of which had ever moved a millimetre. Marcel clicked the watch closed and slid it inside his jacket pocket. He was used to the weight of it bumping against his ribs as he walked and when it wasn’t there he missed it. Missed the useless bit of junk like a limb.
He waited for the little man to light up green on the crossing and checked both ways. The way was clear and he followed as the crowds surged forward, carrying him from one side of the road to the other.
Forty-Seven, Ivy Road. He counted the numbers beside the doors of the shops as he passed. Forty-Nine, Fifty-One, Fifty-Three…
There was a space between the end of Fifty-One and Fifty Five. Barely wide enough for a grown man to squeeze through but just about there. He ran over the address in his head and counted down the street again. Yes he decided. He’d found the right place.
Inside his gloves he could feel his fingers itching, impatient to get to work. They were trembling too.
One step, that was all it would take.