The Creator
Jansen awoke with a start! “What a bizzare dream” he thought. This dream was no ordinary dream; actually this was no dream at all! For what Jansen doesn’t know…
Two part challenge, cause I don't do simple. First, you enter this challenge and write the best little ficly you can. The goal is to write something so seething with potential awesomeness that someone else will just be bound by fate, moral imperative, and dictates of conscious to put on a sequel or prequel. You have to write outside your writing, create a universe in which your story sits that simply begs to be completed. Second, you need a sequel (or prequel), and it can't be by you. I don't care how it happens: beg, borrow, trade favors, make promises, or simply pray to the gods of ficlydom that someone spontaneously writes a sequel. Entries will judged not just on the entry but on the sequel, both its presence and quality. Yes, I know it's not entirely fair. Yes, it's asking a lot. That's why it's called a "challenge". Happy ficlying, and Merry Monthquel! [Winners will be mentioned in the end of the month blog post.]
Jansen awoke with a start! “What a bizzare dream” he thought. This dream was no ordinary dream; actually this was no dream at all! For what Jansen doesn’t know…
Once upon a time, there was just me. Life was good, but boring as all get out. I always wished for an iota of excitement, anything to relieve the tedium and…
No, I’m not your greatest fear, but I am in all the places you least want me to be. Yep. I’m there. And there. And those places. Yes, you. Don’t give me that…
Why had he done it? There was no obvious reason to do it, and there certainly was no pressure of any kind to do it. But he did. And he loved it. He hated…
The four boys remaining sat around a small, smoky fire, praying that neither the light nor the smoke would give away their location. They watched each other…
You look forward/left/right. There’s a man/woman/alien shrouded in black/red/aquamarine. You decide/choose/think it would be a good idea to follow him as he…
“Are you going to tell him?” Alexander looked up and saw John staring down at him from where he sat, a pensive look on his face. “I don’t know,” Alexander…
Coughing smoke and blood, she stumbled into a culvert. A glance behind was accompanied by a prayer that she hadn’t been followed. Firemen were probably just…
Marybeth walked down the street feeling sick to her stomach. There was so much going through her mind- all of it bad. She didn’t want to be pregnant. If she…
The doctor had been mute when he entered the room, the door closing behind him with a creak of its hinges and the hiss of the small hydraulic arm used to…