Friday, December 23, 2016

Flash Fiction Contest #24


First lines always intrigue me. They either catch our attention and draw us in, or don't, and we close the book. So let's have some fun with first lines! Submit what would be the first line to a story, including one of the holiday words below. Any genre acceptable (picture books, middle grade, young adult, adult). Just keep it clean, please!

The winner will receive a $5 Amazon gift card, announced on Dec. 25th. Have fun!


Here's my contribution: Christmas lights are blurry when you're crying, making them even prettier. 


11 comments:

Suzanne said...

What a fun holiday contest. Here's my entry.
It was a weird winter, weirdly warm, the winter the elf drowned in the dead snowman puddle.

Juneta key said...

First lines intrigue me. Learning to perfect the hook is definitely a skill. Here is my Christmas contribution.

Christmas Hell is what happens when you get arrested for DUI in Santa's sleigh on the EVE and misplace Rudolph.

Juneta @ Writer's Gambit


Prosefessor said...

This is a good idea. Here's my entry

I wanted to knock, but the wreath was encircling the entire door like a holiday version of poison ivy.

Unknown said...

Not sure if I can enter multiple times, so just take my first one if I can't! I have fun with these exercises:


I made a gingerbread house, for the funeral.

We found him snoring face-down in a puddle of eggnog, but even two fifths of rum couldn't kill Uncle Pete.

The year the candy canes vanished from the tree's bottom branches was the year things started going downhill.


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Unknown said...

Trust crazy Aunt Connie to hang mistletoe at my house exactly six months after Mark was killed in action.

Laura Ruth Loomis said...

I'm not sure what was in the eggnog, but by the end of the party, I was flying like a reindeer.

Unknown said...

Fruitcakes don't exactly hit your tastebuds with flavor, but they're quite useful for hitting in general.

Unknown said...

I considered using the garland for a noose, but decided it wouldn’t hold.

K. Mullane said...

The bartender leaned over by us, his shock apparent at the low-down, dirty argument at a wedding of all places, and whispered, "all over a lousy fruitcake".

Leandra Wallace said...

Hey all, winner will be announced later today. In the merriment of Christmas Day, I forgot to post. (eep!)