This is my 100 word story based on the photograph provided by Lora Mitchell for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
- Copyright – Lora Mitchell
Red, blue, pink and white; colour burst against the night sky. All along the river explosion thundered after explosion as a cacophony of noise and light chased away the darkness, and the regrets of failed hopes and dreams.
Over the fireworks and laughter the bells rang in the New Year, and for a moment the city stood balanced; caught between one year and the next. Past, present and future met, and for a minute silence fell before the crowd roared out their blessings for the year to come.
For that moment alone the city stood united and celebrated its survival.
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Below is my entry for Lisa McCourt Hollar’s 55 Word Challenge Week 40. Check out all the stories here.
This particular entry forms part of a larger work in progress. So here goes:
The raven cried, and a door between the worlds opened.
His second cry pierced the battle-slain corpses, and their warrior souls rose up; a rolling wave of mist weaving through the leafless branches, straining for the raven’s warmth and life.
He cried again, summoning a storm that swept them through.
The door slammed shut.
After having a lovely Christmas holiday full of good food and wine, I just thought I would wish you all a Happy New Year. It’s not long to go until we wave goodbye to 2012 with the usual mixture of relief and regret.
For me, although 2012 has been a difficult year, I have learnt a lot about myself from the challenges it presented. I am hoping that next year will be better. I don’t usually make New Year resolutions, but this time I have.
My resolution is to focus on what’s important in my life:
family and friends
And not to worry about the rest. Let’s see if I can keep to that.
Anyway Happy New Year everyone.
This is my entry for Lisa McCourt Hollar’s 55 Word Challenge Week 39. Check out all the stories here.
For centuries he drifted, poised between sleeping and waking. The blast of the last shuttle take-off finally shattered his dreams.
Roaring, he ripped through the earth and once more a great dragon bathed the world in fire.
Firemen stood helpless as buildings collapsed beneath the dancing flames.
The world ended. Swept clean. Ashes to ashes…
55 words. ©EJHillson
As part of the Radio Drama Writing course I have to de-construct a radio play, and as a horror fan I decided to listen to Dracula. As the play isn’t currently running on the radio I had to get it on CD.
The afternoon was gloomy. The house was silent except for the odd creaks any old building makes. Rain was lashing against the windows, and the cats were curled up beside me on the sofa as the play started. All very atmospheric, and I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed the production
That was yesterday. Today the hard work begins as I now have to listen to the play over and over again while splitting it into it’s component parts; looking at things like:
- scene setting
- introducing character
- sound effects
I hate this part as there is a genuine risk of ruining the play’s storytelling completely, but there is a 2500 essay due on this, and it might just help my own radio script, so I’d better just get on with it.
Wish me luck.