Welcome to Week 20 of the Friday Fiction Writing Challenge! Here’s a complete list of all the posts so far. Feel free to join in.
This week’s random word is: Estate
This was a fun one! I thought about all the different types of estate: money, land, housing estates, cars (in the UK station wagons are called estate cars), and inheritance. I opted for a mix of land and money—rich bad guy. This time, I decided to play around with the first kiss in a romance story. It was an enjoyable challenge trying to get across the fact that these two have a thing for each other, and haven’t acted on it, in only 250 words.
I’m happy with the result, and I’d love to play around with these characters again in the future. But for now, here’s my response to the challenge prompt:
Kelly stumbled over another tree root. A thick blanket of leaves made it almost impossible to see the root tendrils snaking across the forest floor. Just as she was getting up, Declan dove for her, throwing an arm over her waist.
Declan tilted his chin, motioning over her head. “Kavanaugh’s men are patroling up ahead.” The heat of Declan’s breath against her ear was doing a number on her determination to remain immune to him.
“What are they doing so far from the main house?” She risked a glance in the direction he’d indicated—anything to distract from the closeness of him. Armed men walked about thirty feet away from where they lay hidden in a hollow in the ground.
“Maybe Kavanaugh caught wind of our plan.”
“I doubt it, he’d have the house buttoned up, not three miles outside the estate grounds.”
Declan smiled at her, and her stomach flipped like it wasn’t supposed to do. “Admit it, you miss this life.”
“Absolutely not.”
That stomach-flipping smile grew into a grin. “You still can’t lie for shit, Kel.”
He was right, and she had nothing to refute it with. Instead, she pulled leaves from his hair.
Touching him was a mistake.
His eyes darkened, surely mirroring her own. She should move, keep some distance between them, but she couldn’t.
Declan rolled her so that they were face-to-face. “If you keep looking at me like that—”
Kelly tugged him close and kissed him like she’d wanted to all those years ago.
Well, that’s it for me. I’m off to get some baking done, and then feet up for some Psych. Thanks for reading, and have a fantastic weekend!
HOW IT WORKS
- Don’t think too hard on the word; just write about it for a maximum of twenty-five minutes or 250 words.
- Once you complete your sprint, give it some basic editing.
- Be courageous and post your results to your blog.
RULES
- Complete the challenge on your blog before 1700 UTC of the following Friday.
- Link to the original prompt post and make sure to use the tag Genre Scribes so that we can see all the posts together in WP Reader.
- Your text must be fiction (preferably one you publish in (or plan to).
- No real-life stories.
- The text can be dialogue, an interior monologue, a scene, flash fiction, anything… so long as it’s fiction.
Full information is on the Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge page.
Couple of interesting characters there 😁
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