Chuck Wendig: Center

It’s been a month since there was a Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge, but one popped up on Friday, so here I am, back again.  The challenge this week is Things Fall Apart, The Center Cannot Hold.  Good old Yeats.  He’s always so optimistic!  Anyway, I wrote an equally optimistic story to go with that prompt.  I hope you like it, even though the atmosphere is a little grim.  It’s 835 words and is called “Center”.  Please to enjoy.

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Chuck Wendig: Sentinel

This week’s Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge is pretty self-explanatory:  Write About A Tree.  1,000 words, just do something concerning a tree in some way.  I thought about it, then realized I had written a story a couple of months ago called The Wind That Wasn’t that was about trees.  I decided to do a companion piece to that story.  It’s a sort of prequel.  I hope you like it.  Read the other one, too.  They’re both pretty good, I think.  Please to enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments, if you are so led.

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Chuck Wendig: Agency

This week’s Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge is a pretty easy one on the surface:  Good vs. Evil.  Not much to say about that.  It turned out to be harder than I thought.  Every idea I had for a story seemed trite or clichéd and I didn’t want to do it that way.  In the end, I remembered something I wrote way back at the end of 2010.  It is a simple two-way dialogue exercise, featuring a conversation between two nameless characters.  Read it, though.  It can be read as a battle between characters in a story and the author who writes them.  I will leave it to you, readers, to decide who is good, who is evil, and who wins the battle.  If anyone ever really wins that particular battle.  Let me know what you think in the comments.  Pease to enjoy.

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Chuck Wendig: The Empire Of All-Knowing Eyes

This is the newest Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge.  This is the culmination of a four-week challenge campaign to give a massive prompt.  Three weeks ago, we were asked to submit a sentence, to be used as the last line of a story.  My submission was, of course, one of the most famous first lines in SFF history: “The man in black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.”  Then, two weeks ago, he asked for another sentence, this one to be used as a first line.  My suggestion was, “Mother always told me to watch out for the badgers.”  Finally, last week, he asked us for a title.  I entered, “The Limits of Our Imperfection.”

You can see where this is going, I’m sure.

So this week, we get a challenge called A Title and Two Lines, in which Chuck listed ten choices from each week’s entries (my title made the cut!), and our task is to choose one from each list, and go for it, using the selected title, first line, and last line.  I have done so, and I hope it turned out well.  Please to enjoy, and let me know what you think.  Thanks for stopping by.

(At some point, I might write a story using my own prompts, just to see what I come up with.  Might be fun.  We’ll see.)

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