90 minutes from reveal of the theme words until posting on line at AW.  A short lifted from what I’m currently outlining for a novel…if I dare try my hand at paranormal / UF.

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Dammit, he’d gotten away. They always got away. I sucked at this. I wish someone would just stake me already. A sigh escaped as I dropped heavily onto the park bench and contemplated yet another night pilfering from the blood bank.

My sire was the worst. I really don’t know why he bothered, why he hadn’t just killed me instead of leaving me this way. The last time I’d had fresh blood, he’d caught it for me then scolded me saying, “Dori, remember, use the element of surprise until you have mastered the art of persuasion and for God’s sake don’t let them see your canines. No wonder they sense something’s up and give you the slip.” Continue reading →

AW Flash fiction = 90 minutes from reveal of them word(s) (the dance) until completed story must be posted online.

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The front door slammed and the stairs echoed with the pounding of feet fleeing to the upper floor. A second slam followed, no less forceful but muffled by the greater distance between it and Lily. She dried her hands on a dish towel then checked her watch. Ten-thirty. Right on time. The slams did not bode well though.

“Carly?” she asked as she rapped on her daughter’s door. “Can I come in?”

“Come back later. I’m reliving a devastation of epic proportions,” came her teenage daughter’s articulate but melodramatic reply.

“Did the dance not go well?” Lily frowned at the door. She wanted to go in to comfort her daughter, to learn more about this epic devastation. That particular hyperbole covered everything from a friend’s snide look to a wayward pimple that refused to surrender to tinted Clearasil. Continue reading →