2017 brings 52 challenges over 52 weeks.
Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post. You have until Sunday to enter.
I am running a competition with prizes this month in celebration of the launch of 13 Steps To Evil. If you would like to enter the details are here.
There are prizes for first, second and third, but here’s a teaser for first place:
- Signed paperback of 13 Steps To Evil
- £20 Amazon voucher
- A first chapter or 1000 word critique from me
- Your choice of a critique of your book marketing plan or an hour skype advice session on marketing your book. (Some pre-work will be needed if you choose a skype session)
- Publication of your winning entry on this website
- Critique of one of your villainous characters (either by a summary or selection of 3 key chapters with your villain in them)
If you’re entering writespiration as normal please expect a significant delay before I come and read your entries.
This week write about:
The blood curdling phone call in the middle of the night.
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Here you are, slave driver! ;P
https://butismileanyway.com/2017/06/14/writespiration-120-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-24/
lol I try my best :p
😂😚
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2017/06/14/writespiration-120-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-24/
https://rosemarycarlson.com/2017/06/14/the-attack/
My 40-year old brother, suffered a severe myocardial infarction. The dreaded midnight call did not happen, as he chose to leave the world during the day.
A week later, we learnt that his death was due to the erroneous draining of blood by an intern, leading to organ failure.
This was dreadful.
(52 words)
Wow Reena, I hope this isn’t a true story. If it is I am so sorry this must have been heartbreaking, and if it is fiction then boy did you pull my heartstrings
It is true. I lost my brother in August, 2005. The 11-year old son he left behind has grown into a fine young lad, running his own business today.
Oh gosh, Reena, I am so sorry, what a harrowing experience for all of your family, I appreciate that it was some time ago, but still, sending you love.
Thanks!