It’s time for another challenge. This one kicked me up and down the street before letting me actually write it. Stories can be such brats.
This piece was written as part of a Writer’s duel with Milli Gilbert. You can see her piece at Hairballs of Genious.
Here I am again, enthralled by the Flash Fiction Challenge given by Chuck Wendig. This week he wanted us to write about the end of a long journey. The idea came quick, but took some time to winnow down to the 1,479 words you see here.
Chuck Wendig issued a challenge (he does almost every week) and this week I decided to take him up on it. This month’s challenge: one-word titles. I let my “executive decision makers” (dice) choose for me. Here we go:
Samantha sighed and started her third circuit of the parking lot. All she needed was an empty parking space. Just one. A place to legally stop her car so she could get out and into the mall.
I’m a pantser when it comes to writing my stories. That is I just write them and figure out all the plot points and such after the fact. This works fairly well for me as my subconscious is much better at storytelling than my conscious mind.