Yesterday I wrote a short story. If you keep up with Chuck Wendig, you’ll know he does a Flash Fiction Friday event. The challenge this week is to write a complete story in three sentences. I took my time, I thought up a nice little story, and I posted it in the comments of the post, just like the directions said, and hit submit.
Naturally, that was when I noticed that I used the same word twice in one sentence, even though I’d intended to use a different one.
Okay, now that I’m done abusing my cranial area (for the moment, anyway), would you like to read said story? You would? Yay! Here ’tis, complete with word correction:
It had taken Rue fifty years to tell her side of the story, but at last she’d finished it – her work was done. It was a good thing, too, because she was very nearly out of blood. She took one last, long look at the grimy stone walls of her cell, satisfaction dripping from her smile as her gory fingers ceased writing, knowing that freedom was finally hers, and closed her eyes.
Brevity is not my strong suit, but I think this works. Feel free to tell me if I’m wrong (but then also please feel free to suggest ways I might improve it).
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