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Today we’re veering away from the normal schedule (heck, this whole week is off-schedule due to the Holiday) and leaving Fie Eoin for a short trip to the Other Worlds of the Rebecca Stories. This week is the first challenge for the Writer’s Platform-Building Campaign and it’s a doozy! The rules are:
Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. 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!
Challenge accepted! If you are following me on Google+ (click on the G+ icon on the right sidebar) you’ll see that I wrote two different scenes for this challenge – a death and destruction version and a warm fuzzies version. Both satisfied all three caveats of the challenge, but I thought the death and destruction scene was a little stronger. So I give to you my #writecampaign challenge entry!
The door swung open and Rebecca slipped inside. Veriss snored, reeking of alcohol and the perfume of a whore long gone. Rebecca put the back of her hand to her nose and crept forward.
Lane’s guns were slung low over her skirt. She grabbed one by the stock and smashed the handle into the side of Veriss’ jaw. He screamed and fell off the bed as he woke, hand going to his broken jaw. His eyes found her in the dark and fear flashed in them before his anger took over.
“It’s my turn,” Rebecca shivered in anticipation. “It’s my turn to have the power. It’s my turn to break you. And at the end I will give you what you want most; the black hand of death to carry you to the clearing.”
He backed away, holding his jaw, and managed to get out one mangled word. “Traitor.”
“No,” she growled. “You are the traitor. You have betrayed me and my father. You are the one who started this and now I will finish it.”
Rebecca walked to the bedroom door and pulled out Lane’s dagger as she turned back to Veriss, grinning. Behind her the door swung shut.
If you want to read a bit more about Rebecca, Lane and Veriss (and get a sense of what it was that Veriss did to Rebecca) check out Friday’s post: Rebecca’s Story
Don’t forget to read the other entries in the Challenge and vote for your favorite! (I’m #248 if you would like to vote for me)