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Saturday, 20 August 2016

First of the Month Fiction - September

Going early because I have a big post to write and I'm just not quite ready for it (as in, I haven't quite worked out what I want to say) so here's a quick 30 worder in a hasty, lazy First of the Month Ficiton.
(Newbies, write a 100 word story - exactly in 100 words, or one less than 30 words, pop it in the comments then link your blog).

She'd missed all the signs and now he was gone, leaving her with infinite thoughts of 'if only...'.



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  1. She tuned up the music and indicated right. It was all clear, or so she thought. "If I could turn back time,..." She sang along with Cher, not noticing the revving ute....

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  2. Nice and concise! I have trouble being succinct and wrapping it up in a hundred words. I need practice. In the meantime here is an opening paragraph:

    The beach looked eerie and desolate under the foreboding clouds. I walked along the sand, a lonely figure. We were on holidays. Mum, my sister Eva and myself. It was just the three of us since Dad had passed away. He'd always loved the beach. I shared this love. I couldn't shake the bizarre feeling that something was about to happen. The waves that had seemed playful earlier, snapped at my ankles as if snarling a warning. I looked back at the vast, empty shore. No one. The sinister feeling gripped me again. Was there some one was watching me?

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  3. I've been missing whole days lately, so I had to check and double check the date when I saw September mentioned.

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  4. Graeme and Natalie were friends. Really, really good friends.
    This made the next phase of the plan difficult for Natalie. They’d talked about it of course but it always seemed like a hypothetical, something they could joke about (and they did).
    What would her friends think? Did it matter? This was about her happiness but how would Graeme react in the cold light of day?
    Something to sleep on perhaps but stars were aligned to make it happen tomorrow.
    So she called Graeme.
    “We have to do it tomorrow” said Natalie
    “How do I….” Graeme trailed off.
    “Your hand, my turkey baster, friend”

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  5. She eased the car to a halt and sat staring at the house she grew up in. The bedroom window was open. Would anyone notice if she crawled in?

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    1. I'm not sure if this is sad or funny...I can read it both ways - nice.

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    2. To clarify, I don't mean your intent as the author, I meant as the reader I can make it be both, and I don't know which I prefer...

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  6. Ah, love this. If I could count the number of times I asked, "If only…"

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  7. Argh! Lucky I checked because I left a comment but I didn't post! You certainly have a way with your 30 words, the only thing is, they always leave me wanting another 30... And another 30... And another 30. You get the idea!

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  8. Jordan glanced from his phone to the bustling street outside. She was fifteen minutes late.
    As another siren wailed closer, that's when he saw her, running, desperation in her stride.

    Izzy's home from school keeping check on my word count! ;)

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    1. That's so great - it's vivid. I see the girl like Lola in Run, Lola Run

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  9. Ah what a lovely idea!

    The night became still. She could only hear her heart and began to panic. What if he was the one?

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    1. That's lovely! I'm terrible at the happy ones.

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