by Laura Lai/ Uncategorized
Every month I wait with great enthusiasm the criteria of the Furious Fiction writing contest of the Australian Writers’ Centre (AWC). I try to rise to the challenges and some of the previous (text) results I posted on this blog:
The American Film Academy Awards – Creative Writing Exercise #13 (Mar. 6th, 2020)
The 75-Word Sentence - Creative Writing Exercise #10 (Oct. 28th, 2019)
A38-Word Champion Story
(Sept. 8th, 2019)
The
POV (online exercise) – Part I and Part II (July
1st, 2019) – might have also be inspired by the AWC
It makes me a great pleasure to try to rise to the
challenges. And every time I take the challenge and send my entry, I’m
wondering ‘what other challenging requirements will cross their minds next
month?’
For
example, the ‘Furious Fiction’ criteria for April 2020 were
the following:
Your story must include the following words: apron,
pigment, ribbon, icon, lemon;
Your story must include a splash.
THE DATE
At 10 a.m. she
was still sleeping deep. The windows of her room were open but neither the wind
slowly blowing, nor the birds singing or the sun seemed to bother her. It was
the cling of her mobile phone that woke her up from her dreams. The message she
got was short: ‘meet you today at 4 p.m. at the junction of the Apron Street to
the Icon Street. Love you’. Then she jumped from the bed, she jumped on the
bed, she screamed of joy and she buried her face in the pillow. The message was
unsigned, but she knew exactly who wrote it.
She met him online. His username was
‘Pigment’ and hers was ‘Lemon’, although a lovely and pretty high school girl. They
talked online for the whole month. They learned about each other online. They
shared secrets, they laughed and cried online, but they never physically met.
She was so happy that morning that
she didn’t want to waste it all staying with the face in the pillow. Jumping of
joy she entered directly in the closet looking for the best outfit. She spent
hours, trying things and combining different cloths. She even skipped lunch,
because she was still in the closet. You cannot possibly imagine what was on her
bed! It was a mountain of clothing and shoes, but she was still looking for the
perfect outfit that would make this pretty young girl feel pretty. When she
finally found it, she was tired and strengthless, but happy in her heart that
she found this beautiful white beach dress that she bought the previous year.
She put it on. She turned several times in the mirror and smiled satisfied. She
thought to add also a hat. She brought a chair and grabbed from the upper shelf
of her closet a white summer hat with a silk red ribbon. She had a last look at
herself in the mirror and she left satisfied that she looked like beautiful
bride.
At 4 p.m. she
was waiting on the side of the road at the junction between the Apron Street
and the Icon Street for her love story to begin. But he was not there, yet. A
short, but intense summer rain started and she was still there waiting. Now she
was all soaked. He showed up a couple of minutes later, when the rain was gone,
the sky was clear and the birds were singing again. He rushed and he stopped
the car so sudden that he splashed all the muddy water on her beautiful white
dress. A young man in T-shirt and shorts, wearing slippers went out the car.
Look
what you have done! she said nervously.
What?!
You mean the dress?
Of
course, I mean the dress. It’s my favorite dress!
Don’t worry about the dress. I’m interested in what
is beneath!
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