Death Walk

September 29, 2014November 20, 2015 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

The Kill Zone
Reader Friday: Short Short Fiction
Posted: 26 Sep 2014 12:00 AM PDT

Using the above picture as a prompt, write a story in 100 words or less.

John rolled his head to the side without taking his eyes off his target. He wanted to yank the goddamn tie from his neck. It was choking him to death, but he didn’t dare. Sweat rolled down his back. He kept walking. Breathing was harder, suffocating. He pulled at the overcoat. He felt like he was buried alive. Ignoring the angry woman rushing past he glanced at the crosswalk, the changing light. He watched with horror as the man stepped from the curb and disappeared. He fell to his knees as her cries, “Daddy,” ripped through his soul.

Brevity Pulls Prompt

September 24, 2014October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

DAILY PROMPT :

“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?

“Better late than never.”

Flash Talk Pictorial: I’m a Southern Belle

September 24, 2014October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 11 Comments

Daily Post Prompt:

You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?

But beware.

Just don’t ,

and you should,

And keep in mind,

I’m a little but

We’ll get along fine. I’m just a your typical

Flash Talk

Letter in the Attic

September 20, 2014October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

Writing 101 @ Daily Post : Prompt

Be Brief

You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible.

I sat and stared at the words in my hand. How did I not know this? Why did mom not tell us? I rummaged through the rest of the chest looking for more evidence, nothing. My legs gave way onto the hard floor.

I glanced at my sister going through the boxes across the attic. Mom was gone, no one else had to know.It would destroy Kara and raise more questions than answers. She’d hate me if I didn’t tell her. Wouldn’t she? I always wondered about her features. Mom said they came from Aunt Hattie.

Damn you mom.