Today I am finally feeling better so I decided to give the Writer’s Campaign Challenge a go. The first challenge is to write a flash fiction piece (the rules are listed below). I put this together very quickly so please excuse me any grammatical or spelling mistakes 🙂
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Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” (also included in the word count)
For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
The Story: btw it is 200 words exactly 🙂
The door swung open.
“You’re supposed to knock!” She spat the words at him, every syllable tainted with venom.
“It’s my god damn house.” He averted his gaze, not wanting to catch a glimpse of the hatred gleaming in her crystal blue eyes.
Once there had been affection between them, but trivial arguments had tainted their love. It started when they lost the ability to openly communicate with one another. They constructed barriers, impenetrable walls, through which conversation was impossible. The natural progression of things meant that the lies were not far behind. The final straw had been when he had spent the night with some cheap whore. He was walking, talking proof it was never a good idea to pick up at the local bar when you lived in a small town.
“Well?” she raised her left eyebrow questioningly.
“I’m just here for my stuff.”
He picked up the box from the kitchen table. She’d packed up his things, keen to remove him from her life. He felt a twinge deep inside; those mundane words couldn’t be the last he spoke to her in their home. He turned to face her.
“Enjoy Hell, you bitch.”
The door swung shut.