Furious Fiction August 2021 Entry

Each month, I join thousands of other writers in entering the Australian Writers’ Centre’s Furious Fiction contest. Unfortunately, I failed to reach the long list again, but I shall continue with that aim. I have, however, decided to publish my entries here on my blog once the results are up. Find the prompt rules after the story.

Her Hope

Wind tousled her hair. She wrapped her arms about herself, wishing sheโ€™d taken a blanket as she fled. In only her shift, she risked succumbing to the autumn chill before meeting Sir Logan. The gods were already painting the sky with a wash of black, but she dared not continue until darkness reigned.

Huddled against the Owl Oak, she wandered through childhood memories of that place. Logan had called her Sophie then, not Lady Sophia, and she missed life before rank divided them. Before sheโ€™d married a man wearing a mask of kindness.

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Moonlight on Glass

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

Anton Chekhov

I’ll be the first to admit that I struggle with writing flourishing descriptions, but this quote from Anton Chekhov is usually at the forefront of my mind when I’m trying to improve a scene. I try to think of what is being acted on as much as I do the actor. “The moon shone on the field” becomes “The wheat turned silver in the moonlight”.

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