“The Numbers Game” — last week’s challenge — demands your eyeballs and appreciation.
At some point this week, I crossed 6000 followers on Twitter.
Which means: I’m going to send out some more terribleminds postcards, each with a piece of writing advice just for you. Penned by me. In the heartsblood of a magical white bull.
Okay, maybe not that last part.
Here’s the deal: I’m going to send out three postcards.
I will send them anywhere in the world.
In addition, the three winners will also receive one of my e-books in PDF format. (Winner’s choice.)
But you gotta work for it.
Last week’s challenge was brief — 100 words! — and this week’s is going to continue down Ole Brevity Lane and ask you to write a piece of flash fiction that is, drum roll please:
Three sentences long.
This can be in any genre. Any subject. No limitations beyond size.
Three. Sentences. Long.
Post directly in the comments below.
You have until Monday — yes, Monday, as in September 26th — at noon EST.
Then I shall pick.
EDIT:
I HAVE CHOSEN THE FIVE. I know, I said three. I’m saying five, because again you did way too many good ones.
I will send five postcards. One to:
Matthew McBride
Thomas Pluck
Shecky
Julian Finn
Amy Tupper
Folks: I need your addresses. Email me at terribleminds at gmail dot com. (I’ll also need to know what e-book you want.)
terribleminds says:
I HAVE CHOSEN THE FIVE. I know, I said three. I’m saying five, because again you did way too many good ones.
I will send five postcards. One to:
Matthew McBride
Thomas Pluck
Shecky
Julian Finn
Amy Tupper
Folks: I need your addresses. Email me at terribleminds at gmail dot com. (I’ll also need to know what e-book you want.)
— c.
September 28, 2011 — 12:30 PM
Frederik helsekost says:
“I killed her with a single hand, choking her life out.
She killed me with my fingerprints, pressed tightly into her neck.
The perfect couple.”
LOL
December 12, 2011 — 7:26 AM
Frederik says:
The lights on his modem stopped blinking. Once before this had happened, and it opened a gaping chasm where his life should have been. His hands got sweaty; what now – Really?
April 21, 2012 — 4:00 AM