Saturday, December 29, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction Challenge - Ending



This week's writing challenge from Five Sentence Fiction ( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt "Ending."

I had missed posting for last week's prompt of "Vision," so I added it at the end. Yes, I know my assignment is late. Nobody's grading this, are they?




Transition


"End" image source: http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-ending/


Chris drove slowly through the high school parking lot, eventually pulling up in front of the auditorium where he had walked across the stage during graduation only a few days before with names being called like credits at the end of a movie. Somehow, it was different from the place he'd spent the last three years of his life. There was no one else in the parking lot, no chaos of young people scurrying to class in the halls, smiling as they called out to a friend or laughing at a crude joke to the dismay of an elderly teacher. He felt oddly out of place, as if somewhere he shouldn't be, the only actor left on stage long after the play had finished. His friends, his classmates, had all moved on, but he found it difficult to look to the future when he was already beginning to miss the past.




Wilbur's Quest


"Eye" image source http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-vision/


Alone on the top of the building, Wilbur sat meditating, contemplating his existence, attempting to come to terms with the events in his life with all its tribulations and disappointments. As the sun rose over the town, he watched it spread a golden warmth across the rooftops, bring a sparkle to the river, wake thousands of sleepy souls into another day, yet he found no answer, no guiding hand to show the way, no epiphany from within. Feeling he'd wasted his time once again, Wilbur stood up just as a bird flew past, not much more than flashes of white and gray to his weary eyes, but startling him enough to lose his precarious place on the ledge. Yet even as the crowd gathered closer to look at the unfortunate man, the words of the police seemed to mock his final efforts.

"Move along, folks, nothing to see here."



© 2012 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

The Christmas Miracle



I'm often told this is the season for miracles, and I'm beginning to believe it.


Image "Wolf and Moon" courtesy of nixxphotography at www.freedigitalphotos.net


My short story, "Going Home," has been accepted for publication in the Were Traveler "Big Bad Wolf in a Big Bad Universe" issue. The Were Traveler is an online webzine dedicated to short fiction.

You can read "Going Home" by clicking on the title here or by finding it in my publication page (short though it may be). I think the link may change once the site puts the issue into "archive" status, and I'll post an updated link if that is the case.

P.S. To Ellora Bennett - you are now famous. Or you will be at some point in the future. You'll find a little "Easter egg" about half-way through the story!



Image "Wolf and Moon" courtesy of nixxphotography FreeDigitalPhotos.net


© 2012 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Saturday, December 15, 2012

One Down...



Well, I've gone and done it this time.

I've submitted a short story.

It's a something-less-than-epic tale about a...




No, that's not the title. It's called Going Home. I'll try not to let my ego take over should it be selected for publication (on-line, and for recognition only). Maybe it's not quite A Tale of Two Cities, but you have to start somewhere. You can't start more humbly than this.

I remember the first time I saw the call for submissions via Duotrope. I thought, "You've got to be kidding." After thinking it over for a while, I thought, "You've really got to be kidding..."

What can I say? It's what they wanted.

I checked out the website, an it's one of those that ask people to send in writing for use in an on-line issue or e-zine, essentially another blog. You can check them out by clicking here.

Well, it's out there, all that's left is the waiting. I made it with just two days left before the deadline. If it isn't chosen, maybe I'll put it on here. Or print it and burn it, denying all knowledge of its existence.

To be honest, I'd be tickled if I just heard back from them.

      Dear sir and / or madam:

          We've read your submission, and, well, you've got to be kidding...

I'll keep you posted.


© 2012 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Friday, December 14, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction Challenge - Devotion



This week's writing challenge from Five Sentence Fiction ( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt "Devotion."



Devotion


Dog - image source http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-devotion-2/


He never liked the dog. He thought it had a face like Jack Elam on a bad day, but it was his wife's "precious little button-nose." And there it was, staring him in the face again this morning, waiting for his food and a walk. His wife had been gone almost a year now, and nearly two had passed since her illness began, so the morning ritual was well ingrained. Arthur slowly made his way to the kitchen where he scooped some kibble into a dish and placed it in front of the ravenous little beast, as he would again tomorrow and the next day, and for as long as he could because it was all that was left to remind him of his "precious little button-nose."



© 2012 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction Challenge - Time



This week's writing challenge from Five Sentence Fiction ( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt "Time."

My entry is of the science fiction genre, and is a bit on the weird side. It took me a while to come up with this. I almost ran out of time.

Sorry, I couldn't resist...




Strange Loop



Image "Binary Code" by David Castillo Dominici - www.freedigitalphotos.net


Wendell's experiment in time travel had worked, at least to a degree, but something was amiss. The program he had written to control the equipment was designed to guide him through a loop, much like tracing the path along a Mobius strip, returning him safely to the point where he began. He hadn't allowed for his own presence, his own observation of events and their effect, no matter how trivial, upon the calculations. Somewhere within the billions of bytes of code, this additional parameter had altered the program, forming a self-modifying quine, spiraling him into both the future and the past, and most certainly into oblivion. Curiously, he found himself intrigued by the possibility that he might have forever to solve the problem, or not enough time to press the next keystroke.




Image "Binary Code" courtesy of David Castillo Dominici / FreeDigitalPhotos.net


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