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Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #27 — Village

Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge 27 -- Village

Welcome to Week 27 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: Village

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I’m a little bit late with today’s post. Turns out that today is Friday. Not the Monday/Tuesday I thought it was. All day. Sorry.

And, onto the post.

It’s the final challenge post of 2019! But, it’s not the end of the challenge, it’ll be back in 2020—woohoo

Before we get into the challenge, I’d like to say a huge thank you to Chris, and Gordon for taking part, again. You guys rock!

Here’s My Response to the Prompt

Theo pulled on his combat boots, not bothering to tie them, and slipped out of his tent. It was a chickenshit move sneaking to his Commanding Officer’s tent in the middle of the night, but he needed to talk to Jack privately about the others on their protection detail.


Light glowed from Jack’s tent. Good, he was up. Theo stood by the tent door and gave himself a shake. It’s now or never. “Boss, you decent?”


Silence.


He ducked his head into the tent. Jack wasn’t there. But, there were five glasses on the makeshift table. Enough for Jack and the other four on their detail. Maybe Jack had already dealt with the odd vibe the guys were giving off.


Too jacked to sleep, Theo rejoined the path and followed it down to the squat little houses that skirted the mountainside town. It was quiet. Like Death was waiting just around the corner.


Screams and the crack of gunfire echoed through the streets. Shit. Theo pulled the Glock from his holster. Hugging the walls of the houses, he made his way to the source of the gunfire.


He froze. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. Jack and the other four from Theo’s detail stood over the bodies of the people they’d been sent to protect.


Jack issued orders, and the others moved the bodies, piling them atop each other. “Torch them. I’ll deal with Village.”


Adrenaline flooded Theo’s body at the sound of his callsign.

I just want to say thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read, comment, and take part in the challenge this year. I appreciate your time and your kindness.

Wishing you all the very best of health, wealth, and happiness for 2020. Stay safe; stay awesome!

HOW TO JOIN IN

  1. Using the prompt, write a maximum of 250 words of fiction. (This can be a scene, flash fiction, some dialogue, a description, etc.)
  2. Link to this post in your post.
  3. Add the tags ffwc, genre scribes, and the genre your post is in.
  4. The deadline is 5 PM (GMT) the following Friday.

Full information is on the Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge page.

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Author: Susan T. Braithwaite

Royal Navy veteran from Scotland. My journey into writing started with a screenwriting certificate program at UCLA Ext. Since then, I've worked as a freelance content writer, erotica author, proofreader, professional beta reader, and content editor. I'm now working hard on my dream writing career: romantic suspense author. When I'm not writing, I can be found drinking too much coffee, obsessing over yarn, and planning world domination with my husband, jezbraithwaite.blog, and our squirrel army.​

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