Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Spicin' It Up Wednesday Flash Fiction Contest!

Congrats to this week's winner Ellen Cummins!
This week's writing prompt is: An eerie howl rose from within the forest
Now the Rules:

I'll give you a writing prompt and you'll write a story including said prompt that's between 150-250 words. That means it must be at least 150 words BUT no more than 250 words. Leave your story in the comments section below. I'll be the weekly judge and you'll want to leave your name, email address, and word count for me at the end of your story. I have to have all these things, especially the email addy to contact the winner. :)

The contest will run from Wednesday 12 AM Eastern (U.S.) to 11:59 PM Eastern (U.S.). Make sure to get your story in before closing! Any posted after 11:59 PM will not be entered. I'll announce the winner Thursday on this blog post, the Beachwalk Press Readers' Group and will also email the winner by Thursday evening.

And what does the winner receive? The above nifty button to show off where ever they darn well please and bragging rights that they told a fantastic story in 250 words or less! :)

(FYI All stories submitted are the intellectual property of the authors.)
You must include the exact words in the writing prompt above. It can be anywhere in the story, as long as it's in there.
This contest is open to everyone, now blow me away with your awesome stories!


  1. An eerie howl rose from within the forest and Deverie huddled quickly inside a crusty hollowed log. She frantically slapped a spider from her shoulder and clamped her hand tightly over her mouth. No sounds---not a one. Even a whispering breath could be heard by the creatures that lived deep inside the Black Woods of Sherindale. Their desire to slaughter her would be fierce knowing she'd crossed over the borders---and uninvited princesses would be served best with gravy.

    No. She wouldn’t allow her search for Maxwell to be hindered by silly tales told by firelight. She tore out into the trees, slicing through them with her hands leaving trails of her blood on the blackened leaves, shredding her dress on craggy branches. The biting wind carried Maxwell's scent to her nose---alive.

    Stumbling, tripping, a burn in her throat brought her to her knees. With one ounce of strength she lifted her head to see a tall shadow looming over her. Nostrils flaring, hot breathe in her face—the monster was hungry. She reached into her boot, pulled out her blade and slid it straight into its jugular bringing a spurt of hot blood onto her face.

    "Take that." She spat, kicking its dead body away and scanning the area. Her heart rate kicked up two notches when she saw Maxwell's muscular frame walking towards her, and then as his face came into view, she knew she'd won his love.

    Ellen Cummins

  2. An eerie howl rose from the forest behind her parents’ house as Camille signed for the package and closed the door.

    “Who was that, Cami?” Caroline asked.

    “Delivery for me, Mom,” she replied, holding up the box.
    “What is it?” Caroline asked, smiling.

    “I’ll find out when I open it, I guess,” Cami smirked. She returned to her room and dumped the box on her bed. A mountain of silver tissue paper tumbled out and a white folded sheet fluttered to her lavender carpet.

    “Wear these for our date and you’ll be generously rewarded.” Zack’s bold scrawl slashed across the bottom of the page. She rifled through the mountain and unearthed a scrap of stretchy black lace.

    Oh my god, Cami thought as she held up the panties. Her eyes widened as she found the small device weighing down the front. “Oh, no he didn’t!” She laughed and flicked the switch, turning it on. She slipped them up her long legs and settled them at her slim hips as she went to her closet. “If you want me to wear them, I’ll wear them.”

    She pulled on the crimson dress and checked her reflection in the mirror, anticipating the best night of her life. Just as the doorbell pealed, a strange sensation started beneath her skirt.

    Zack drove Cami to their favorite restaurant and helped her out of the car. He pressed against her, his lips at her throat.

    “The rules,” he growled. “No coming without permission.”

    Cari Bower

  3. Gianna trudged along the dark road, her eyes glancing to the shadowed treeline. “God, how could he do this to me?”
    Carl, her now ex-boyfriend hadn’t told her he’d be attending the dance with his new squeeze and since her lift had gone…
    “Bastard!” The mutter didn’t help and neither did the pebble in her dancing shoe.
    She stopped and slipped it off. “Barefoot might be better.”
    An eerie howl rose from within the forest and she squealed, jumping.
    “Oh my God! What was that?” The rapidly pulsing blood in her veins had the nerves in her neck jumping.
    From the darkness, a figure emerged.
    She raised her hand, clasping the tiny pearl necklace. There didn’t seem much else to do…
    A shaft of light shone and she sighed. “Rudi? What were you doing in the forest at this time of the night.”
    Her neighbor advanced. “What the hell are you doing out here?”
    She released a sigh. “Carl. He’s been two timing me and I caught him.”
    Rudi shook his head, and she was glad he didn’t say ‘I told you so.’
    “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
    She slid the slipper back onto her foot and they walked a few steps until she stepped into a hole. “Ouch!”
    He sighed and swung her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing.
    For the first time, she recognised that his chest was bare. Her hands slid around his neck and a frisson of arousal coiled. “Oh my!”

    Imogene Nix