So, along with covering a game for SVM last weekend, I had
the third round of the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction challenge, a 48-hour
competition to come up with a thousand-word story based off a prompt. Six hundred
writers remain, and they were split into to 25 groups. The top three in each
group will move on to the fourth and final round in December.
I won’t lie, I struggled mightily with this one. My prompts
were:
Genre: Comedy
Setting: An Interview
Object: An Easel
The genre messed with me as the concern of being funny was paramount
in my head, making focusing on story difficult. The story I ended up filing was
the third one I came up with, the first two falling short for different reason.
The first one seemed to mean spirited and more of a political satire. The
second I wrote myself into a corner and figure a way out of it.
So, this was the Hail Mary that I threw together on Sunday
afternoon. It turned out OK, but I hold no illusions that I’ll be moving on.
The competition gets stiff at this point, and this is far from my best work.
If you would like to read it, follow the link below. Thanks.
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