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.
Note: This is a family friendly blog – so please keep it PG rated. Thanks!
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.
So much fun! I wish I had time to actually sit and do that for a few minutes. *sigh* Hope you get a lot of creative entries!
ReplyDeleteWith a flourish she threw the powder into the bowl and muttered under her breath.... exaggerated movements helped her fight off the cold air of winter. It was cold enough that it made her breath turn to little clouds of white steam that raised slowly around her dusty grey hair. The windows were already fogged up and starting to drip with sweat here and there around the edges of the panes. The old paint was cracking with age and moister on the chunky wooden frames.
ReplyDelete"Hope he likes boiled raisin cookies, cuz that is all I can make with what we've got."
It wasn't that she really needed to talk to herself but, it helped to keep her mind off of how cold it was. The oven behind her was just starting to produce some heat and it was just enough to feel it warm the skin on the back of her arms. Soon it would be enough to stop the shivers that happened each time she quit moving.
Elena turned and checked that there was enough wood in the oven to keep it going for a while and put the pot of raisins on the top. She knew the wonderful smells to come. Her grandmother's recipe was a life saver and provided good nourishment until they could make the long carriage ride into the village to get more food stuffs.
@WilyBCool - Love it!
ReplyDeleteQuestion: must the response be via comments on this post, or an actual blog post?
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ReplyDeleteWith a flourish she threw the powder into the bowl and muttered under her breath....She had been roped into making dessert for the family Halloween party because the others had snatched up the good jobs like vacuuming the carpets, washing the windows. Even taking care of her youngest brother was better than cooking.
ReplyDeleteShe some how always got tied into doing "woman's work", even it meant that cookies weren't edible or if the smoke alarms went off several times in a day. Although, she did know that this wasn't something to complain of since being the only woman in the house with her father and four brothers things COULD be a lot worse.
Upon hearing a crash in the other room she put down the wooden spoon on the counter, a little too roughly and stomped out of the kitchen hoping that cleaning the new mess wouldn't take too long for fear that she'd burn her third batch of cookies of the day.
@Jessie, LOL - I totally identify with your character. Although my family is not boys - I did not a lot of chores - and cooking. :)
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