In October Carrot Ranch sponsored four flash fiction contests. In keeping with my creative courage theme for 2019 I entered three of them. My goal was to finish in the top ten at least once so I could get a critique from Charli. And to my profound joy I did finish in the top ten for the TUFF Beans entry. Yeah me! (To read my TUFF Beans entry click on the Carrot Ranch link above.)
Of course the funny thing is this was my least favorite entry! Today I will share my other two entries.
Three Act Story
I think my mistake here was not getting the reader more invested in the main character. But I loved the somewhat ambiguous ending, even I am not sure who killed who!
Jamie drives in the final tent stake with a satisfying thwack and carefully places the hammer onto a nearby stump. She hurriedly builds a fire. A nearby howl has Jamie tossing another branch onto the meager flames.
The howling is getting louder. She moves closer to the fire, freezing as she hears rustling in the bushes. “Don’t look behind you, something may be there” is her last thought as four heavy paws land on her back.
Animal fur, chunks of torn flesh and a bloody hammer litter the campsite. The seasoned state trooper retches while photographing the grisly scene.
Modern Tall Tales
For this entry I don’t think I got the modern twist part. Oops. But I had a lot of fun writing this. Growing up I did walk to elementary school up a pretty steep one-way road and cross a busy four lane road and just exaggerated from there. Bats were also prevalent in our neighborhood and every summer one would get in the house and my father would put on his motorcycle helmet and use a fishing net to get it out. I also remember Hurricane Agnes. So I had a nice little trip down memory lane. 🙂
When I was a kid I had to walk to school. I left in the pitch dark, wearing a helmet to keep swooping bats out of my hair. I had to walk up Ailsa Avenue, which was so steep it was one-way downhill because cars couldn’t make it to the top.
Then I had to cross a six-lane highway, without a crossing guard!
And it didn’t matter what the weather was like. Even during Hurricane Agnes I had to walk to school.
So I think you can walk a block to the bus stop on this sunny, 70° morning.