QuickFic 13/03/15

Good morning, lovely QuickFic fans. It’s Friday, and you know what that means…

And if you don’t, well, let us tell you:

At 9.50am every Friday (precisely now), we give you a prompt. It could be a photo, it could be a phrase.

You write a story of up to 250 words using that prompt, give it a title, and send it to academy@faber.co.uk by – this bit’s important – 2.50pm this afternoon.

At 3.30pm, we announce the winner, and the winner wins books*.

Alrighty?

Alrighty.

Here, without further ado (we don’t do ado), is this week’s prompt:

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Aww.

See you back here at 3.30! We’re very excited to see what you come up with.

* These ones:

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L-R: The Lighthouse, The Pocket Wife, The Revelations, One Three One, The Atlantic Ocean

 

By entering our QuickFic writing competitions, you’re granting us non-exclusive worldwide permission to reprint your story on our website should you win. The winner will also get a chance to win a place on one of Start to Write one day courses, because at the end of the year we’ll be choosing our favourite of all the winners – the champion of champions, let’s say. 

One thought on “QuickFic 13/03/15

  1. Dale Fanetti

    Weird Sisters: The Stowaways

    How could they have known that a few seconds of childhood glee would leave one of them trembling in fear? Neither the pilot nor passenger had thought beyond the moment that both had climbed into the craft. They had, innocently enough, sought adventure of a different sort. Now, one cowered in silence as his companion prodded him to act.

    “Come on,” the pilot whispered. “Hurry!” He was frozen in place – barely aware of the tomboy pulling at his sleeve.

    She could hear the noises that failed to reach his consciousness. Her heart pounded wildly and she wrapped her arms around his head, frantically pulling him in the direction of safety. “We gotta go,” she cried.

    Finally he heard her words. Wide-eyed and wary he willed himself to move but likely not fast enough. She shoved him into the closet and pulled the door toward them.

    At that precise moment, the other door opened. “Oh no!” cried the sitter when she saw the shattered canister.

    She raced through a litany of possible explanations and decided to use ‘earthquake’ when her employers returned. It would have to have been a small quake but the obvious cause was unacceptable. Though it had only been a few minutes, she had left her charges unattended.

    “Kids?” she called. No answer

    Where were the perpetrators? Had they slipped outside? The thought prompted her quick sprint to check the backyard.

    Angela’s arm tightened around her little brother. “She’s gone. Let’s go,” she commanded.

    Where?

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