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.
Standing on the shoreline that separates life from death, Amy’s vision guides her to make a choice.
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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.
None felt the hammer of Stalin’s dictatorial fist as firmly as I, Svetlana, his only daughter.
Up next: Round 2 of the NYCMidnight Short Screenplay competition.
For those who haven’t been following along for the last three years, NYCM has become something of an addiction for me.
Radio Silence is available on my blog for a very short time. In the coming weeks, it will become part of a short story anthology that I will be selling on Amazon to benefit Operation Homefront.
I hoped to get a prompt that would stretch my writing muscles. This isn’t like the flash fiction contests where we only have 48 hours to pen a story. I have eight whole days! Something that requires research would be amazing!
And I got it!