Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Spicin' It Up Flash Fiction Contest!

This week's writing prompt is: Vibrant red and gold leaves littered the ground 
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. I thought I had more time, but I forgot the contest is always in Eastern time rather than Central time. However, I would still love to post my piece even though it's closed. Unfortunately I didn't see the Facebook post until 9:30 Central time. :(

    Vibrant red and gold leaves littered the ground as we walk hand-in-hand through the winding trail. The crisp autumn breeze sifts through my hair, lifting the heavy curls off my nape. His hand warm and strong, his palm rough with callouses. The waning sunlight filters through the twining branches overhead, throwing its golden rays onto his strong, handsome face. He smiles as his eyes gaze into mine. The warmth in their depths sent a rush through me as we follow the well-worn path through the forest, the canopy casting dancing shadows below. We walk along the path, foliage crunching beneath our feet the only sounds breaking the silence. I breathe in deep and smile, the scent of man and nature teasing my senses.

    We continue in silence up the bluff. Higher and higher, the setting sun our only guide as we head toward our destination. Our favorite spot. Our pace is sedate, but I feel a strong undercurrent zinging between us. Anticipation. Like I’m standing on the cusp of a great precipice. A turning point that will have far-reaching consequences.

    We reach the pinnacle. The canopy disappears, the skies crystalline blue. The man beside me is bathed in the golden glow as his fingers trail up my arm and wend into the heavy tresses of my hair. His palm cups my cheek as I smile up at him. His dark eyes reflect sun’s warmth as he drops to one knee. His fist unfurls like a flag.

    “Will you marry me?”

    Cari Bower

    1. Thanks for dropping by Cari! Great story, and I hope to see an entry next week :)