Short Story: Lucky Day

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I recently wrote this short story for one of the many writing contests I like to enter. It allowed me to place 10th in my group. The genre is Romantic Comedy and to be honest I was super worried that I wouldn’t be able to write something for that genre.

You see, as my husband once said, I don’t really have a “typical” sense of humor so the comedy part seemed like too big of a challenge but after some words of encouragement, I went for it.

In addition to following the Rom-Com genre, I had to include an alarm clock and a hot air balloon. Without further ado, may I present “Lucky Day” by Alicia Doyle ( aka Moi):

Lyla yanked the alarm clock from the wall. Today would be the very last day she would be startled awake.

“You’ve screamed your last, little demon box. Today you die.”

After years of working at Hunt and Astor Consulting, Lyla was one of their best specialists, and she had saved every extra cent toward opening her own firm. Today was her last day at the office and the beginning of her new life.

She took the same route she always did to work that morning, but the traffic was thicker than molasses. Her favorite coffee shop was no less packed. Lyla gaped at the line-up and glanced at her watch. She still had enough time to arrive on time at the office.

A group of men sat around the table in the corner tittering and pointing at patrons and not quietly. Lyla ignored them as she waited in the seemingly endless line. She wouldn’t wait in line for coffee anymore after today. She would miss her favorite barista but made a mental note to come at least once a week for coffee once she opened her own firm.

“Excuse me,” a warm baritone voice said behind her, “ You look familiar. What’s your name?”

Lyla turned to see one of the men from the corner table standing behind her, a nervous grin on his face. She glanced to the table where the others sat, eyes glued on their friend.

“You don’t know me,” Lyla said turning around again to ignore them.

“Please,” he said, “ just tell me your name.”

“Lyla,” she replied flatly.

The man took a deep breath and spoke in a loud voice.

 “Lyla, Lyla, What can I buy ya? You have such a beautiful face. I have lots of cash, so I just had to ask, I will buy anything in this place,” his face reddened slightly, and she could feel the heat start to creep into her own cheeks.

“I’m good thanks,” She said dismissively, “You can go back and laugh with your friends now.”

He ran his fingers through his auburn hair, “I’m really sorry. I lost a bet and this is the third coffee shop I’ve been to this morning,” gesturing to his friends now keeling over with laughter, “ They pick the person and I have to make up a stupid poem and say it loud enough for them to hear it.”

“You need new friends,” Lyla grinned at him.

 The man shrugged and smiled sheepishly, “My name is Todd and for what it’s worth, you do look very nice today.”

She shook his outstretched hand, “ Thanks, Todd. I hope your day gets better.”

She watched him walk back to his friends before turning to grab her coffee.

“Why is it so busy in here today?” Lyla asked.

“The Hot Air Balloon Festival is today,” the barista replied.

Lyla glanced at her watch to check the date.

She was late.

Fortunately, her last day was otherwise uneventful, and her trip to the coffee shop gave her the perfect idea for the alarm clock.

As she was packing up her last few belongings from her desk, Tracey, the secretary leaned over and picked up the alarm clock from her desk.

“Why do you have this here?” She asked.

“I am going to throw it out of a hot air balloon,” Lyla replied.

“Wow. Okay,” Tracey laughed, “Overkill don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” Lyla admitted, “ But I had a weird morning and I’ve always wanted to fly in a hot air balloon so… two birds, one stone.”

Lyla’s office was three blocks from the park, so she decided to walk there to avoid traffic. She chose the large orange and blue hot air balloon. Ten dollars for a 30-minute ride was worth every moment.

She could see for miles and the sky was the brightest blue she’d ever seen. The older gentleman working the flame had a kind face, so she worked up the courage to make her request.

“I know this is probably a weird thing to ask…”

He smiled, “ I’ve had many strange requests up here. I’m sure I’ve heard it before.”

She chuckled and pulled the alarm clock from her bag, “ Can I throw this? I just worked my last day for someone else. I wanted to do something symbolic.”

“Nope never heard that one before,” The old man stroked the scruff on his chin, “ but it sounds like today is your lucky day. Give ‘er a toss.”

His mischievous grin made her squeal with delight, and she heaved the alarm clock over the basket’s edge, leaning out a little to watch it fall. The rest of the ride passed too quickly. She would have stayed up there for hours if she could. She felt so free. It was the perfect start to her new life.

Once on the ground, she thanked the kind old man and hopped out of the basket.

To her surprise, Todd from the coffee shop stood waiting beside the queue with a broken alarm clock in his hand and anger written all over his face.

“Lyla?” He said, the anger vanishing immediately, “Did you just get out of that balloon?”

“Yes…” She drawled.

“Did you throw this alarm clock?”

She scrunched up her face and said quietly, “Yes?”

Todd burst out laughing and she looked around for his friends.

“This thing almost killed me! I was walking and it smashed down not two feet in front of me.”

Lyla blushed, “I am so sorry. Today was my last day at work. I just wanted to do something crazy to symbolize my new start.”

“Well, mission accomplished I’d say.”

“Sorry. “ She said again.

“Let me take you to dinner,” he said, “ Since I embarrassed you… and you almost killed me with an alarm clock. Why end the crazy yet?”

Lyla felt butterflies and she smiled at him, “Sure, I’d love to.”

After all, today was her lucky day.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed my first (and probably only) attempt at Rom-Com😉

Book Review: Shadows & Twilight (Book 4 of The Dragon Portal Series) by Jamie A. Waters

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I have anxiously awaited this book since the Autumn of 2020 when I finished its predecessor. The best and my favorite part of a good series is the relationship the reader builds with the characters, the world, and even the author themselves, even if the reader never meets them.
I didn’t realize how much I missed Sabine, her demons, her dragon, and Blossom. I had admittedly forgotten how rich and deep Jamie A. Waters’ world is and reading Shadows and Twilight was like coming home to see friends after a long time away.
The author is this series has a way with her words that paint a vivid picture that allows the reader to immerse themselves into her world. The characters are fun, relatable, and deep, and they always seem to find a way to make you more attached to them.
I am excited and relieved that book 5 is already underway and I can’t wait to read it. If you haven’t started on this series, do it. You don’t know what you’re missing!

FYI, The first three books of the series are:

To Kill A Fae

By Blood and Magic

Facets of Power

Updates, updates and more updates!

It’s been a spell since I updated the world about my writing progress and writing competition adventures so that is what I’ve decided to do today.

Writing Competitions:

Page Turner Awards: I am really excited to have had the first 10 pages of my novel long-listed for the Page Turner Writing Mentorship Award. I posted before that I was selected as a finalist, well long-listed is the next step, or round if you prefer. Now, I anxiously await the results of the next, from what I believe, is the final round of judging. Winners are to be announced in October!

NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge: I recently wrote a short story for the second round of NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The first and second rounds were open to everyone and were scored using a point system. The final total for the two stories will determine if I move on to the 3rd round which takes place the 7-9 October. I did well for my first story and anxiously await the results of my second, and obviously whether I move on!

NYC Midnight Rhyming Story Challenge:  I am currently participating in the first round of this new challenge offered by NYC Midnight. I was given a genre, theme, and emotion and only 600 words to write a short story that must rhyme. I am really excited to be participating in this one.

NYC Midnight 250-word Micro Fiction Challenge: This one hasn’t started yet but I am signed up and ready to write!

CBC Short Story Prize: I have until the end of October to write a 2500-word short story and I can submit it to CBC Literary Awards for a chance to win some cash and be published in a short story anthology of sorts.  We shall see if I can find the time.  ** I would love it if someone wanted to give me some ideas for this as I am finding it difficult to write this short story without a prompt. Let me know and if I am allowed to dedicate it to someone if I win, I will give you a shout-out in the dedication**

The Write Practice Fall Writing Contest: This competition is put on by the amazing writing community I am a member of. The Write Practice has helped me so much over the past year by developing my skills, letting me practice giving feedback to others, connecting with other writers from around the globe, and so much more. The theme for this one is “Haunted”, so I am looking forward to writing my first ever (possibly) scary short story. I was shortlisted for the short story I wrote in their Spring Writing Contest and have been hooked ever since!

My Novel:

So editing is incredibly daunting and once I did a quick read-through, I realized that there was a bunch I wanted to add so I have so far added five more chapters….eek, with about 3 more that I think I will need to add to be satisfied.

However, in addition to this, I have also been working on the prequel to my novel which I suspect will end up being a few novellas that I will just combine into one “prequel book.” There is so much history that will come into play in the rest of the series that I thought it might be best to put it in its own little book instead of trying to jam the back story into the actual series.

And I’ve started planning a new book/series set in an entirely different world. I’m thinking dystopian YA novel because every writer has one of those in their portfolio, don’t they?

Stay tuned for more updates and as always, thank you for reading.

Book Review: A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas

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A Court of Mist and Fury was a delightfully complex and carefully orchestrated chaos-of-a-sequel to A Court of Thorns and Roses. Feyre, no longer human faces some profound internal struggles with who she is and what comes next after her harrowing ordeal Under the Mountain.
One thing I found particularly interesting was despite her apparent hatred for Rhysand, and everything she sacrificed for Tamlin, it is Rhys who gives her the space to figure out who she is and who she wants to become. Maas does an eloquent job of showing the reader how toxic Tamlin and Feyre’s relationship is and how sometimes what we want and need is entirely different and somewhat unexpected. We watch Feyre go from the nearly starving and struggling human girl to a powerful and fierce Fae woman.
Unfortunately, though, it’s not just Feyre who will be forever changed by her fateful encounter with the Fae.
This book was one of my favorites by Sarah J Maas so far. I love the dynamic between Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel. Morrigan and Amren are the cherries on top of their little family. I love the way things unfold with Rhysand and Feyre, and oh man, do things get hot and spicy, so reader discretion is advised, but don’t let that scare you away. I flew through the 600+ pages. I couldn’t get enough.
Read this book!

Thoughts on the Passing of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

When I was a little girl, my Grandma always had a picture of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II on her wall. I can vividly remember looking at the picture every time I passed it, enamored with the idea that Queens existed and that was probably where my love of fantasy began. If Kings and Queens existed then why couldn’t unicorns, faeries, and magic exist too? Such are the musings of childhood innocence but deep inside that little question remained and now, quite a number of years later, I immerse myself into fantasy whenever I have the opportunity to read or in the stories I write.
Also, I always connected the Queen with my Grandma, and having now lost them both I feel a bit lost. I haven’t really felt like writing or reading these past few days as though one of the last connections to that childhood wonder and innocence has gone with the passing of Her Majesty.
I know the pages will turn and the words will begin to flow from me again but it seems right to reflect on Her Majesty’s life and the vast impact and influence she had on the world. Her dignity and steadfastness were something I always admired. Imagine everything she experienced and witnessed and all the knowledge and wisdom such a long life provides…How did she manage to keep her opinions to herself? I wouldn’t have been able to.
I know there are many different views on the monarchy as an institution and that for many, pain and struggle, and anger are the feelings that arise at its mention, and I hope that those wounds are someday, and sooner rather than later, healed for you.
For me, I will mourn the loss of my childhood, the Queen who I loved dearly for the connection to my Grandma that she always reminded me of, for the woman who chose a life of service to others over the privacy and freedom of a normal life, and for the steadfast and constant presence in a world of chaos and constant change.

Book Review: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

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After finishing the emotional rollercoaster that is the Throne of Glass series, being on a Sarah J. Maas high, I decided to dive into A Court of Thorns and Roses.
In the Throne of Glass series, I absolutely loved Celaena/Aelin’s character, her swagger that covered a deep vulnerability made her so relatable. I loved Manon Blackbeak and her character arc. Irene Towers was brilliant and I loved that she went from being fearful to formidable. Lots of relatable solid characters had me optimistic for A Court of Thorns and Roses but I have to say, I was initially deflated when I started reading it. If I was being frank, I didn’t like Feyre at first.
Sure, she was honorable and dealt an awful hand by life, but she lacked something else for me at first. I am grateful though in a way looking back because what it meant for me was that Feyre would NOT be Celaena/Aelin, or Manon, or Irene.
Feyre would be a unique new character in a new world with new challenges. Instead of getting stuck in the “same” old story, Sarah J. Maas orchestrated a new adventure for me as though it was my first time reading her writing.
This new series is still about the Fae, which I love, and it’s more of an adult versus YA read, (there are some pretty intense sexy scenes). Essentially events occur that put Feyre, our human protagonist on a collision course with a world and people she has only heard half-truths and horror stories about. What she finds there will change her life forever and she begins to learn that she may just have exactly what it takes to rank herself among the other badass women that Maas loves to create.
Overall, this first book grew on me and I can’t wait to dive into the next book.
And is it just me or does anyone else love Rhysand? Can’t wait to read more about him.
If you haven’t read this series, I know I’m a bit late getting started, but don’t wait any longer. Read it.

Writing with a Cup of Tea

One of my favorite fantasy authors is C.S. Lewis. I can remember reading his book, The Last Battle, when I was still a child. I didn’t realize at the time that it was the final book in a series and I had only bought it from the Scholastic Book Fair ( An amazing thing we have in Canada, where they come to your school and set up with books, posters, bookmarks, stickers and erasers, and lots more, for students to spend their parents hard earned money), because there was a unicorn on the cover.

I have always loved Unicorns. I had to have that book. It wasn’t until years later that I read the read of the series, and quite out of order, I might add. The series wasn’t diminished by it at all. Needless to say, it became one of many seeds planted that helped me blossom into the fantasy lover I am today.

C.S. Lewis and I have a lot in common it turns out. I present this quote of his as exhibit A:
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” -C.S. Lewis

Now, I write a lot about the books I read and the things I write, but I haven’t written much about my love affair with tea. My favorite is your typical black tea, whether it’s Orange Pekoe, English or Irish Breakfast, or occasionally Earl Grey.

A few years ago, I discovered the Dollar Tea Club, which is a monthly subscription that sends you various types of loose tea to try. So, I have decided to “review” some of the different types of tea that I try on here every once in a while.

As I sit here this evening, trying desperately to focus on writing (clearly procrastinating as I write this post), I am enjoying a cup of Blueberry Blast Green Tea, and I have to say, I love it. As much as I know how good Green Tea is for me, I sometimes like to exchange the taste of grassy water for something with a fruity twist. This Blueberry Blast is precisely what I hoped it would be. If you like blueberries and green tea, this is the tea for you!

Let me know what your favorite thing to drink is and, if you love tea as much as C.S Lewis and I do, check out the Dollar Tea Club!


Writing Keeps Me Sane

I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed today. My husband is currently deployed with the military until December and there is about a week left of summer vacation before my children (the oldest 3) go back to school. I have been trying to find the time and focus to do some editing on the first draft of my novel and juggle my real-life job.

Life can be hard to balance sometimes.  Reading and writing have become an escape for me. I am so grateful for the authors who have poured their heart and soul into the books that give me an escape when the real world becomes too much. It wasn’t until I started writing in a serious way that I fully understood what goes into it.

I recently placed 7th out of 35 writers in my group ( there were approximately 4000+ writers in total)  in the first round of NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction competition.

My genre was Fairytale, and my location was River Rapids, and I had to include A Scooter.

I decided to use my 4 boys as the main characters for my story titled, “Whisper Stones.” I have included the short story below. 

Writing and reading keep me grounded. What about you?

Whisper Stones by Alicia Doyle

Once upon a time, in a sleepy mountain town, there lived four brothers named Kade, Clay, Seth, and Finn. Each day after school, hungry for adventure, they would set off to explore the forest on the other side of town. And each day, their mother would say, “Have fun, be safe, and stay away from the river.” In all their adventures, they had never seen a river in the forest on the other side of town, so they thought their mother was silly to warn them.

One sunny afternoon, the brothers went to explore the forest, and their mother gave them the same warning she always did. They walked the same route through town, and followed the same path into the forest,  playing and laughing as they went.

“My legs are tired,” said Finn, the youngest of the four.

“I knew we should have left you home,” said Clay.

“Just a little further?” Seth pleaded.

“Just a little further,” Kade replied, “ Here Finn, I will carry you.”

The brothers continued down the path, passed the big rock and the tree that looked like a dragon. They walked and walked and just as they were about to turn around, Seth held a finger up to his lips.

“Shhh,” he said, “Do you hear that?”

“It sounds like a river!” Clay exclaimed.

“Follow me!” Kade whooped and took off with Finn on his back, barely hanging on.

The boys ran toward the sound, off the path, and up a hill through the tall trees. When they crested the hill, they stood, catching their breath, staring at the gushing water below. The river rapids were loud and rushed furiously over the smooth stones peeking up through the water.

“Mama said to stay away from the river,” Finn whispered.

“We won’t go in,” Kade said, “We are just going to look.”

The boys made their way down the hill toward the rapids. Stepping out of the trees, they spotted a bright red scooter sitting alone near the riverbank.

They looked for the owner of the scooter, but there were no tracks or footprints near the river, as though it had appeared there on its own.

“Well, if no one owns it, I think I should have it,” Kade said.

“Why should you have it?” asked Clay.

“Well, I’m the oldest, that’s why.”

“That’s not a good reason,” said Seth, “It’s my favorite color. I should have it.”

“But I want it,” cried Finn.

The brothers argued, each with their own reasons why it should be theirs. The more they argued, the louder they got, until they were screaming and shoving each other.

They didn’t notice the water sprite until she splashed them and hollered, “ENOUGH!”

The brothers were stunned to silence. She continued,” Who dares disturb my peaceful sleep from ‘neath the raging river deep?”

With her hands on her tiny hips, she glared at the brothers.

“We are very sorry Miss,” Clay said, “My brothers and I heard the river and wanted a closer look. We found the scooter, but we couldn’t decide who should get to keep it.”

“I see,” said the sprite, twirling a strand of her blue hair between her tiny fingers. “With this decision, I shall give aid, but first a task you must complete. If you agree, then three days hence beside this river once more we’ll meet!”

The brothers quietly discussed their options. When they had made their decision, they approached the riverbank.

“We agree. What do we have to do?” Kade said.

“Four brothers, all with eyes of blue, a choice I’ll give to each of you.” She gestured toward the river rapids, “Retrieve a stone from waters swift, and speak to it your heart’s desire, then place the stone upon a hearth, three days that it might feel the fire. When three days pass, return the stone, and stand upon the river’s edge, and once I have thy heart’s desire, I will fulfill my sacred pledge.”

One by one the brothers pulled a stone from the water. When the final stone was chosen, the sprite vanished.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Finn said.

Stones in hand, the four brothers climbed back up and over the hill, through the tall trees, to the path that led them home.

That night, each whispered to their stones and placed them on the hearth as the water sprite instructed. For the next three days, they did not travel to the forest on the other side of town, and they did not go on any adventures.

On the fourth day, they each grabbed their stone and anxiously made their way back to the forest following the familiar path passed the big rock and the tree that looked like a dragon. Finding the river was much easier. Each brother placed their stone on the river’s edge and stepped back.

“Well, well, well,” said the sprite, rising from the water, “ I see you have returned. Did you do as I asked?”

The brothers nodded, and the sprite approached the first stone. With a single, delicate touch, she cracked open each rock and each time, a small gust of wind tousled her hair. She giggled, inclining her head like she was listening to a voice the brothers could not hear.

“Well,” said Kade, “Did it work? Who gets the scooter?”

“One boy wished an end to pain, for family, friends, and all he meets. Another asked for those in need to always have enough to eat. A third desired happiness and fun that comes without a cost. The last,” she said wiping away a tear, “requested one more day for all to spend with one they’ve lost.”

The sprite continued, “No greed or selfishness displayed, you thought of others, not yourselves. You have earned a just reward. Such goodness deep within you dwells.”

She snapped her fingers and disappeared, leaving four brightly colored scooters, one for each brother. And they scooted home happily with joy in their hearts.

The End.

A Random Philosophical Rant

I apologize in advance because my thoughts are long and complicated today…but if you decide to read this sort of philosophical rant I have written, I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter.

Humans seem naturally drawn into communities, to belong, to identify as part of a particular group. In fact, it is common knowledge that most humans abhor being truly “alone” and those that exist or create a reality for themselves where they are in fact alone, seem to possess some deficit or a least seem not to thrive compared to those who are not alone. Harvard University began a study in 1938 during the Great Depression on 268 Sophomores, tracking their health, hoping that longitudinal data would shed light on what was involved in living a happy, healthy life. To make a long story short, they realized that relationships greatly influence our happiness, and our health also improves as a by-product. Now, this is only one study, but it does give me a place to begin my idea from.

If we then look at humanity through the scope of culture, we see countless examples of humans forming various “communities” everywhere. Think of people who like the same sport, or more specifically, the same sports team. Think about religions. Think about groups of individuals who share a similar skill set. Think about the camaraderie in military groups or even people’s political associations. We, as individuals seek out others, who share some common ideology or identity and we attach ourselves to it, sometimes as if our life depended on it.

We are a species drawn to community.

Now, on a very primal and instinctive level, I’m sure most would argue that it serves as a method to preserve and perpetuate our species. Safety in numbers and all that. We see that concept in many prey animals. Herds, flocks, schools…all are groups meant to protect the weakest members of the group by sheer volume alone.

So, keeping that in mind, let’s change gears for a minute and think about how one person or group can influence another to do something, or agree to something that they wouldn’t normally do.

There are two general ways to influence. Love and Fear.

Now sure, we could get really specific about what motivates people, but I would argue that nearly everything falls into one of those two categories. So, if you are still with me, think about this…

How would you motivate an individual or group? With Love or Fear? And which is more effective?

Most people have something or someone they would sacrifice anything…everything for. As a parent, I would die to protect my children. Most parents probably would say the same. Regardless of your personal feelings about law enforcement, most emergency services: police, firefighters, and EMTs risk their lives regularly for the vulnerable of society.

Now if we move back to the idea of influencing an individual or group to do something you want, do you think that threatening the vulnerable, or using our natural instinct to protect the vulnerable would be an effective way to influence someone to do something they might not ordinarily do?

And before you assume I am talking about COVID or something else that perhaps hits close to home for you, let me say that this is not about anything as specific as that.

Take a minute to reflect on everything going on around the world. Really look at what you see, hear, and feel on a daily basis.

Would you say that generally, you are optimistic about the way the world or humanity currently functions, or would you say that you are fearful or concerned about some aspect of what you see, hear, and feel?

Where did you get your information or the evidence to base that optimism or fear from?

We are drawn to community. We thrive best and feel safest when we feel as though we belong somewhere.

Now, think about the most effective way to move a herd of animals. Is it more effective for the sheepdog to move one sheep at a time? Or is it more effective to move the entire herd using tried and tested methods, exploiting that instinct to bunch together for safety?

And when a predator seeks to capture its prey, does it try to capture the whole group, or does it try and isolate a few from the safety of the group?

In a military scenario, if you want to disrupt a group, is it more effective to slowly pick off random individuals, or will killing the commander or platoon leader cause enough chaos to sow doubt and disarray, therefore rendering the group useless?

There is a reason why these tactics are used. There is a reason why they work. They take instinct and exploit it by exerting pressure in the right area in the most effective way.

Seneca the Younger, a Roman Stoic Philosopher said that “Man is a reasoning animal.” Of course, he meant human when he used the term “man,” but his point was that we are capable of more than just instinct. We are capable of thinking, observing, and analyzing the world around us. And it is important to do so. We are not sheep despite the fact that we place ourselves into “herds” or communities. We are sovereign, autonomous beings with inherent worth and dignity. But the individual is dangerous to the collective as the individual is unpredictable and difficult to control.

It benefits the influencer to keep the individual preoccupied with their sense of belonging. About where they fit, or how they identify. Divide and conquer is as old as time itself. Pay attention to what people say to try to divide you from your communities but also, pay attention to any threat to your individuality. It is possible to both belong and be unique. But those who seek to control others will always try to undermine it using fear or what we love against us if we fail to be that “reasoning animal” that Seneca recognized the human to be.

Writing Competition News!

I am procrastinating today. So, I thought I would share the second 100-Word Micro Fiction story that I wrote for the second round of NYC Midnight’s Challenge.

I was given Historical Fiction as my genre, the action I had to include was Getting a Bug Bite and I had to include the word Brief. Here is what I wrote, title Dream of the West:

John traveled the Oregon Trail for 8 weeks before tragedy struck. Two covered wagons from his caravan met their doom in the mire and the muck: wooden skeletons and broken dreams. Early summer rains supplied perfect conditions for insects to thrive, leaving John bitten to pieces by mosquitoes. Fever followed, raging, and burning within him. When the physician told him to make his peace with God, he penned his final words in a brief letter to his sweetheart.

My Darling Emma,

Don’t give up on our dream of the West. I’ll be in your heart.

All My Love, John

I wasn’t successful in moving on to the third and final round, but the experience was definitely worth it! Trying to cram an entire story or something that resembles one into 100 words is an interesting and difficult task.  Even the judges seem to find it a challenge because some of the feedback I received included a list of questions or pieces of the story the judges wished I had included. Alas, 100 words are limiting. Still, I think I will enter the competition again next year!

On another note, I entered the first 10 pages of my novel into a competition based in the UK. Called the Page Turner Awards, I entered the Writing Mentorship Category in hopes of winning the opportunity to work with someone in the writing world as a mentor.

The finalists for the competition were announced yesterday, I am thrilled to say that I was chosen as a finalist!

Now, I wait to see if my piece is chosen by one of the mentors!  I’m not sure how long the wait will be to find out, but I am honored to be among the authors who are being considered. I have attached a link to the finalist announcement if you want to take a peek!

2022 Writing Mentorship Award Finalists | Page Turner Awards

Have a wonderful day!