Focus—one goal to reach the finals.
He charged, fearful excitement gripping his throat. Beyond his peripheral vision, something glinted in the setting sun—he missed, slipped, and—
Game over.
This is my entry for day 16 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: peripheral.
Strutting into the optometrist, “Hi—” she stopped, noticing the receptionist. A genuine smile reached his almond eyes.
Swallowing hard, she turned away. They didn’t sell glasses for race-clouded vision.
This is my entry for day 15 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: glasses.
Pressure mounted. Sweat beads lined across his forehead, inching downwards, succumbing to gravity. Deafening screams resounded—friends cheering, haters jeering. Breathless, he cracked the egg over the pan—bull’s eye!
This is my entry for day 14 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.
The retired military general scoffed. A journalist was nothing compared to the gun-wielding monsters he’d defeated.
The article was published—and the writer’s sharp words sliced through his charade.
My entry for day 13 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: sharp.
Eager eyes and nervous smiles converge on the street, desperate to make friends. They’d always sought joy elsewhere, isolated from each other. Now in isolation, they only had each other.
My entry for day 12 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.
The Chaos Within 