“He’d been through a lot in his short life. Kicked off the McGillicutty farm for eating one too many pairs of knickers. Poked and prodded by the circus clowns to leap over one too many yapping dogs. But this…this was the final straw. Strapped to a cart, held prisoner by that mewling little thing. Didn’t they know who he was? The indignity. He squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth. He’d show them. He’d show them all. For Billy knew something those stupid humans didn’t. He knew where the troll lived. And that troll was always hungry.“
The Shenandoah Valley Writers Group, of which I am a proud newbie member, sponsors a weekly Flash Friday competition, in which writers are given a prompt and a day to come up with a story of approximately 100 words springing from said prompt.
I’ve never participated in a flash fiction contest before – I’ve been a) focused on my own novel writing and b) too intimidated to try. But today’s contest post on Facebook caught my eye because – get this – it was Flash Friday #37. Anybody who knows me knows that 37 is my absolute favorite number. It felt like destiny telling me to go check the contest page out, and once I saw the pic of the baby and the goat, well, I just had to dash off the little story above. I’m not saying it’s great, but it amused me, and hey, it’s a chance to share some writing – and alert others to this great group and the weekly writing opportunity.
UPDATE: I won an Honorable Mention for my entry! So exciting! I’m looking forward to participating in future contests.