Chuck Wendig: Alchemy

The Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge for this week is called The Magic Realism Bot’s Revenge. It’s an easy on: go to Twitter and look at @MagicRealismBot. Pick a tweet from their feed to use as the prompt for a story. I used this tweet:

Last year we did this same challenge and I wrote a story called The Wind That Wasn’t. Today’s story is connected to that one, sort of. In my headcanon “Alchemy” is a prequel to “TWTW”, taking place several generations earlier. Perhaps the alchemist is an ancestor of the Major. Decide for yourself. Please to enjoy, and as always, feel free to comment and let me know what you think.

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Chuck Wendig: Taking The Cup

OK, so I’m a little late with this week’s Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge.  It’s okay, I guess.  It’s still on time.  Been a crazy week.  I wasn’t sure how this one was going to turn out, but I like what I came up with.  The theme is They Fight Crime (Amongst Other Things).  The instruction is to go here and get a character prompt then turn it into a story.  In theory, the characters in your prompt will be fighting crime in your story.  Mine turned out to be an origin story for a pair of crimefighters.  We had 1,000 words to play with, I spent 999.

My prompt was as follows:

“He’s a time-tossed sweet-toothed messiah on the edge. She’s a disco-crazy cigar-chomping hooker with her own daytime radio talk show. They fight crime!”

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The First Line: Quitting Time

There is no Chuck Wendig challenge this week, so I am going to post my latest First Line submission instead. The First Line is a journal that publishes four times a year and, each quarter, provides a prompt in the form of a sentence that is to be used as the first line in your story. There are no restrictions on genre or form, but every story in each issue opens with the same first line.

I have been submitting to TFL for several years now and have never succeeded in being published. This is my submission for the current issue, which was due on February 1. They didn’t accept it, so I can publish it here for you to read. The first line for the quarter was, “Leo massaged the back of his neck, thankful the meeting was finally over.” Please to enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments. Thanks for stopping by.

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