Unsubmitted options
So, the micro fiction contest I entered required 100 words in the genre assigned using a word and action also assigned. You were given 24 hours for the first round.
I got Action/Adventure, Word: Crawl, Action: Listening to music.
I wrote 3 options. Below are the two I didn't choose:
Get Set
Rose could not help but tap her fingers against her wine glass to the band’s music.
“Dance?”
Her companion’s smarmy grin made her flesh crawl, but she had to keep him distracted.
After one turn around the ballroom she caught sight of Charles in the entryway - a grin and flash of his inner tuxedo pocket confirmed he had obtained the parchment.
Before she determined how to extricate herself, alarms started blaring and the sprinkler system went off.
“You’re paying for my dry-cleaning,” she informed Charles as they ran down the street.
“You wanted a treasure hunt, sweetheart” he responded cheekily.
Hunting in Pairs
It was the first time she had killed a man.
Well, not a man exactly, but man-like.
Knowing they hunted in pairs, she motioned for children to wait; they crawled back into their hiding spot, wide-eyed.
She pried the fire poker out of the creature and held it at the ready, listening for its partner.
Was that…music?
The whistling stranger who emerged from the trees had an axe in one hand and a creature’s severed head in his other.
“Oh good, you found the second - looks like we should team up,” he observed. “Got any beer?”
I got Action/Adventure, Word: Crawl, Action: Listening to music.
I wrote 3 options. Below are the two I didn't choose:
Get Set
Rose could not help but tap her fingers against her wine glass to the band’s music.
“Dance?”
Her companion’s smarmy grin made her flesh crawl, but she had to keep him distracted.
After one turn around the ballroom she caught sight of Charles in the entryway - a grin and flash of his inner tuxedo pocket confirmed he had obtained the parchment.
Before she determined how to extricate herself, alarms started blaring and the sprinkler system went off.
“You’re paying for my dry-cleaning,” she informed Charles as they ran down the street.
“You wanted a treasure hunt, sweetheart” he responded cheekily.
Hunting in Pairs
It was the first time she had killed a man.
Well, not a man exactly, but man-like.
Knowing they hunted in pairs, she motioned for children to wait; they crawled back into their hiding spot, wide-eyed.
She pried the fire poker out of the creature and held it at the ready, listening for its partner.
Was that…music?
The whistling stranger who emerged from the trees had an axe in one hand and a creature’s severed head in his other.
“Oh good, you found the second - looks like we should team up,” he observed. “Got any beer?”