Friday, February 19, 2016

Flash Fiction Contest #10 & Refractions Vol 3 Giveaway!

"On top of spagheeeeetiiiii / All covered with cheeeeeeeese / I lost my poor meeeeeatbaaaalll / When somebody sneeeeeezed."

Hi there.

Welcome to the #OAFlash fiction contest for this weekend. Need a rules refresher? Go here.

Would you like to take a guess what the prompt is? No? OK, then, I'll just tell you.

Flash Fiction Prompt for Friday, February 19, 2016



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Go forth and create me something wonderful!


Win a copy of Refractions Vol 3!
And today, to celebrate short fiction, we're giving away one ebook copy of Refractions Vol 3, a bi-annual journal of short stories for young adult readers! Take part in the "Kuiper Belt Derby" or meet a Spirit King under an African sky. Includes work by Operation Awesome contributor Wendy Nikel, Anne E Johnson, and Danielle Donaldson.

Published: Feb 1, 2016 by Golden Fleece Press
48 pages

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2 comments:

Kara Reynolds said...

I looked at my pantry. There was a lonely box of spaghetti and jar of marinara sauce, and not much else.

“Do I dare make pasta for an Italian guy?” I held up the box and jar for Jeff’s inspection.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve had worse. We can’t all cook like Nonna Vitello.” He grinned at me. “Don’t tell her, but sometimes I buy jar sauce, too.”

“I promise. Wouldn’t want to make her cry again.”

Jeff perched on the kitchen table after I declined his offer of help. His legs dangled off the edge and swung back and forth. In the middle of a story about the guy in front of him farting during his Statistics exam Jeff’s phone rang. He wandered into the living room.

“Hi.”

“I’m so sorry, I forgot.”

“My friend’s dog got hit by a car, I helped her bring him home.”

“Yeah, Lis. From the clinic.” His voice sounded defensive, and my stomach sank. He must have been talking to his girlfriend.

“Fine. Yes. I’ll be right over.” He hung up, and my stomach and spirits both sank.

“You probably heard that.” He gave me a twisted smile. “I forgot, Jennifer and I were going to go out tonight to celebrate the end of finals.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad I was around to help you.” His mouth hung open for a second, but he snapped it shut, shaking his head.

The water bubbled, and I measured out enough spaghetti for one.

Julia said...

Long ago when the world was still new, the people of earth revered the Sun, for it chased away darkness and with it the creatures that lurked therein. It was a time before monsters were banished, and held captive in the minds of children. Warriors were trained up, and they prayed to the God’s of their world to free them from the terrible creatures that tormented them in the night.

Many had failed to defeat the witch. The cave was her home, and her children were the snakes that adorned her head in place of hair. The last warrior was sent into battle against her. He was everything a warrior should be, strong, brave, and true. He marched into battle not wielding a sword, but alone with only his mind to save him. For the mind is the greatest weapon anyone can posses.
Entering the cave he peered over his shoulder and slunk into the shadows, whimpering, for while he acted the part of a brave warrior he was truly as scared as the rest.
He prepared his mind picturing his foe, Not snakes…. he imagined. “Please! Not snakes!”
Deep in the cave there arose a scream, and he knew he had won. He raced towards the sound, and upon seeing her he fell to his knees laughing, a deep belly laugh. The snakes were gone replaced by… spaghetti! The witch, no longer frightening or scary had no place in the shadows or darkness, and was banished from the land.