You guys…it’s Thursday. When did that happen?! Eh. Okay, but with all Thursdays comes some delicious Flash Fiction. So here we go!
Here’s how it works:
The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale.
The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
Post your story in the comments section of this post
Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
The challenge is open 7 AM to 7 PM Pacific Time
The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. 😉
How it benefits you:
You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!)
You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus
Our Judge for Week 39:
The original come-back kid, romantic suspense writer, and character slave, Sarah Aisling.
And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
“All around him mindless souls wandered.”
Tyler was in a library, and a huge one. The walls were white with blinding light streaming through windows. The floors were emerald green marble, so glossy that his reflection was unmistakable. Sofas, chairs, tables, every type of seating scattered the floors, all in the color of black. And then there were the books and the bookshelves that moved and revolved, floated from one shelf to another constantly. He heard a sigh, looked over. A very small woman with a dark brown French braid sat tucked into a chair reading with a steaming cup of…something. She sighed again, closing the book as she wistfully murmured, “And all around him mindless souls wandered.”
He caught sight of the title: Edgar Allen Poe. “Ma’am?”
She looked up at him with pale grey eyes, blinked, and then opened her mouth to let out a surprised, “Oh!” She hopped up. “You’re…not supposed to be here!” She put her hands up as if to block his view. “You can’t see any of this.”
He took her hands, gently pulled them away from his face as he looked around. “And…and what is…this?”
“The Afterlife, you’re in the Afterlife. B-but you’re human, solid. How did you get here?!”
“This isn’t the afterlife, it’s a library.”
“Well…well what is the human soul if not a book? A wealth of information?” She glanced around nervously. “Oh, the Big Guy is gonna be so miffed at me!”
“Me,” a deep voice sounded.
She turned, frowned. “Oh, I am toast.”