Mary: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

June 20, 2014July 14, 2019 / Absidity Art / 6 Comments

Mary could feel the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes.

Her once magnificent family home was in ruins.

As she gingerly walked through what was left of the house it was evident by the smell that there had been squatters living there at some stage.

After her father’s bankruptcy years before, Mary had vowed that she would one day get her Family’s heritage back.

After twenty years she now had just managed to reacquire the once grand property.

Mary was determined; that what this place once was with her tender love and care it would be again.

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Scoda: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

June 13, 2014July 14, 2019 / Absidity Art / 12 Comments

I looked out the window of the surgery in which I worked and saw him down by the docks again.

I wondered where his owner was or if he was owned at all.

I walked down and fed him half of my lunch, something I’d been doing for weeks.

This day the shaggy little mess was particularly forlorn, so I decided to take him to the pound.

He was never claimed and he officially became mine.

I cleaned him up and named him Scoda.

He then spent the rest of his days loved, happy, healthy and with his tummy full.

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Douglas: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

June 5, 2014July 14, 2019 / Absidity Art / 8 Comments

As I look down at my Ugg Boots that are starting to fall apart I am reminded of the ex-girlfriend who bought them for me.

Stacy was her name. She had issues and her life had been full of shame.

In the end we went our separate ways and the Ugg Boots remain my only reminder of what had been.

I hope she’s out there doing fine. Not a day goes by that I don’t pray she’s healthy and happy.

Maybe in the next life I’ll convince her to be my wife and happily ever after we can be.

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Writing Update

May 26, 2014September 7, 2015 / Absidity Art / Leave a comment

I’m currently in the process of finalizing my second poetry eBook ‘The World Around Me’. I’m also in the process of creating a Tree Book that merges my two eBook collections together, but I’m struggling to come up with a name I’m happy with so that makes it a bit hard to go forward with any art work LOL. I will / must have these two books published before July, as In July I’ll be starting studying for a Certificate IV in Work Health and Safety and will be flat out trying to tackle that as fast as possible. Once I’ve got my WH&S certification I intend to focus on my fiction writing. I’ve got a whole world that has been floating around in my head since I was a little girl and I’m determined to get it out (or die trying). I’ve also got a short story and two flash fiction pieces that I really enjoyed writing and I want to see if I can extend them with the possibility of turning them into Novellas.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

April 9, 2014July 14, 2019 / Absidity Art / 20 Comments

For this week’s challenge, we are asked to write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.

My Brain processing this week’s challenge: Hmm 50 word story –A story has to have a beginning, middle and end. Dang what kind of story can I tell in 50 words. What does 50 words look like, well half of what it looks like when you do the Friday 100 word story challenge, idiot << That was 53 words! Does it count as a story, probably not LOL.

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The savage wind was forcing her closer to the cliff. She just needed to make it to the abandoned mine on Peters Ridge. Battered and bruised by the wind she finally got there. She pulled a blanket out of her backpack and huddled down for an uncomfortable but safe night.

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Bam! 50 words 🙂

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/

Death Trap: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

March 20, 2014July 14, 2019 / Absidity Art / 2 Comments

This is my first attempt at the Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge, so be kind LOL 🙂

Death Trap

I stood breathing heavily, being as still as I could possibly be as the old elevator clunked and rattled around me.

It ground to a halt on the top floor. With an ear piercing screech I scraped the old metal gates open and stepped out. I let out a sigh, I hadn’t plummeted to my death and the decrepit old thing had managed to struggle, surge and take me up to the loft in this rank old warehouse.

What was he thinking? I swear my boyfriend is nuts for purchasing this old rundown warehouse, the lift alone is a death trap.