The pasture was set and the entries paid, but Bessie, this year’s star of Cow Plop Bingo, was murdered at dawn. Honestly, who shoots a cow?
Mystery in 1000 words or less is possible. I think. We’ll see what the judges have to say.
Flash Fiction: Dwight and Scooter thought they would just have a bit of fun on a lazy evening. Little did they know how far it would go once Dad got involved.
I complained at my prompt. I swore a little. But once I got over my snit, I came up with an idea and ran with it.
On the day of her disappearance, all they found of Janie was her favorite necklace. Five hundred twenty-eight days later, Karen’s life still revolves around a singular purpose — finding her daughter.
Fiction written from the underbelly of a writer’s deepest fears tends to be an agonizing process. And that’s exactly what I did.
For those who haven’t been following along for the last three years, NYCM has become something of an addiction for me.