Two people are sitting together under the remains of a concrete bridge. Their backs are against a rusted bridge support. One person’s leg is cut. The other person has wet hair.
Second Campaigner Challenge
Do one or more of the following:
- Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words)-done
- Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts-done
- Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words)-done
- Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts
- Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”.
The day that The Ones show up at the labor mines is the last day that’s normal for Anna and Jake. Now on the run, they must find the boy in red before The Ones find them. However, when they find out the reason why The Ones are really after Anna, and Jake's true identity, they may just wish they’d died at the mines with everyone else. Unfortunately, there’s no one else who can save them and the rest of the humans.
2. Flash Fiction "The Ones"
Slowly the blackness that clouded my mind receded and awareness took its place. Blinking, I glanced around taking stock of my surroundings. Jake and I were huddled together under what looked like some sort of old rusted bridge.
“Thank God, you’re awake. How’s your head feeling?” Jake asked.
Reaching my hand up to my wet hair, I gingerly touch the large bump that had formed on my head. “I have a little headache, but I’m okay. How did we get here?”
“You mean you don’t remember?” he stared at me with concern. Unable to keep his gaze, my eyes dropped down, noticing for the first time a large gash on his right leg. “Concentrate Anna, I need you to remember.”
“I remember working in the labor mines… then beautiful lights were everywhere,” I struggled to remember, and gasped. “The Ones came didn’t they?”
“Just like they said they would, in a water vessel. The lights came first and then out of nowhere the water drop appeared and out they came,” Jake whispered.
“We have to find the boy in red,” I state stoically. “Before they find me.”
Overwhelming are the lights,
it makes me long for dark of nights.
Swirls of colors, different hues,
crimson, amber, whites and blues.
Water comes then, formed as tears,
to bring forth your worst of fears.
A disease designed to rot your brain,
it’s twisted shape like a hurricane.
Out it spews The Ones that come,
the evil spreads and devours some.
Your only hope, if they should choose,
for both these two have nothing to loose.
To find the boy in red,and save us all before we’re dead.
I hope you enjoyed my second ever flash fiction piece and my poem. Feel free to critique it in the comments, just please be nice. I appreciate all the advice.
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