Writers Campaign Challenge!

So the first challenge in the writers building campaign is here, and I am really excited to participate in it. My writing isn't really something I have posted to my blog in the past, nor something I had ever really planned on putting here, but seriously when have I ever stuck to the plan?

So the challenge was for a short story/flash fiction in 200 words or less that starts with the phrase 'Shadows crept across the wall'. There was the added challenge of using the word orange, writing in your style, and using exactly 200 words. I managed 200 words exactly as well as keeping this well within my style.

That phrase immediately made me think of something spooky and ominous, which with my recent state of mind with my grandmothers death was not really a good place for me to go. I don't want to write about death just now. It took me a while to make myself move away from the utterly morbid.

I am however very happy with what I did come up with. I always find flash fiction to be hard since getting in a story and the imagery I like to use under the word count is so hard to do. What can I say I get wordy. I hope you enjoy.*

Missives

Shadows crept across the wall as the dark form of a man crossed in front of the moonlit window. Anne sat on a rickety stool in the middle of the room staring at the cold stone floor hidden beneath dead leaves.

“You are late.” She said with annoyance to the man as he entered the abandoned goat hovel.

“Bloody geese attacked me.” he grumbled scowling back to where he had come from.

“Do you have it?” she asked with impatience, obviously not caring about his excuses.

He produced from his pouch a piece of parchment with a hawk imprinted in the red wax seal. He began to extend it to her but then hesitated,“And this will settle our accounts?”

Pressing her lips together she nodded “Your secret is safe.”

With this assurance he handed her the letter which she took and pressed to her lips momentarily. It still smelled of the sea.

He did not wait for her to dismiss him, nor did she watch him as he skulked back into the night. The only mind she had was for the words that awaited her in the letter, reminding her that she was not truly alone.



* If you enjoyed it you can go over to Rach Writes and vote for me by clicking the like button by my link. I am #75.