The Mighty Pen flash fiction contest is a just for fun writing contest (inspired by my wonderful husband). I post the beginning of a story – and you post an end! I will choose a winner and several honorable mentions. The contest is open until Sunday night and the winner is announce on Monday where I feature them on my blog. Check out past winners on the tab above.
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My good bloggerly friend CherylAnne Ham has a similar contest on her blog. So when you are done here, hope over and check out her Flashtastic contest.
The Beginning
The soft melody of the song drifted up through the window. The gentle notes floated on the same breeze that stirred the curtains...
The soft melody of the song drifted up through the window. The gentle notes floated on the same breeze that stirred the curtains. I put down the book I was reading and reached for the latch.
ReplyDelete"Stupid Antonio. I can't take this anymore," I muttered. There he was two floors down, strumming his guitar, his voice cracking on the high notes. He looked up and smiled.
"My answer is still NO," I said, slamming the window shut. For two weeks, Antonio had serenaded me with his made-up songs of love and broken hearts. And all for a night in the town. One dinner date.
I shook my head. It was impossible.
The sun's last rays melded with the darkening horizon. I took off my clothes, peeling the layers one by one until I had only my skin wrapping me together. But not for long. Fangs extended, limbs shortened and disappeared, my skin turning leathery and black. I extended my arms, now encased with the thin film of my wings, and flapped them.
I shrieked. A moth's location echoed back to me, my sonar senses heightened at the promise of food. Time to hunt.
Wow! Cool paranormal twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteCherie - I love when you dive into a different creature. You are so creative! Love the guy singing to her window too!
ReplyDeleteThe soft melody of the song drifted up through the window. The gentle notes floated on the same breeze that stirred the curtains as Lacy swayed to the music. Her thoughts drifted in and out with the tune.
ReplyDeleteToday was the day! Her excitement bubbled over with the realization that in less than an hour her life would change forever. The small white flower dress lay on the bed.
He would come for her like the breeze floating from the window.
Lacy picked up a small green vile and drank it. Butterflies played tag in her stomach as she waited.
Seconds moved forward at a slow pace until finally her entire body tingled. Lacy closed her eyes and relished in the thought that the dress would fit in moments.
The skin on her back tightened, her muscles tore causing her to cry out, and then nothing.
Lacy opened her eyes. The bed looked like Mount Everest and she knew she had to find a way to the top.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw a huge wing similar to a butterflies moving back and forth behind her. She had wings!
Lacy thought about fluttering to the bed and in moments her small form lifted from the ground. She wobbled through the air and finally made it to the bed.
The white dress sparkled with fairy flowers. She picked it up and inched her way into just as The fairy King flew through her opened window.
Ooh. I like the changing into a fairy!
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