Micro Fiction: Pressing Concerns


Hello All! After weeks of diligent work, I am proud to announce I’ve submitted my first story for consideration with the magazine, Shoreline of Infinity. September’s themed issue will feature fairytales with a science fiction twist. Anyone involved in writing knows, competition is fierce and rejections are inevitable. I’m just happy I finally had the guts to throw my hat into the ring! One can never succeed without trying! I’ll keep you posted as to when and where you can read my story.


In the meantime, my focus has returned to practicing my skills with flash fiction!

Enjoy the piece I wrote below for this month’s 75-Word Writing Challenge at Chronicles Sci-fi and Fantasy Community.

“Pressing Concerns”

“Gold!”

The barbarian tromped heedlessly forward.

“Padraig, wait!”

The thief cursed watching a flagstone sink. 

“Stop!”

Padraig froze.

“Ness? What’s wrong?”

“Pressure trap.”

“I stepped on it?”

“Yes.”

“Bah! Nothing happened!”

“Don’t move!”

Something clicked as Padraig lifted his foot. Tumbling backwards, Ness escaped the falling portcullis. She scowled through the grating.

“We’ve discussed this! Let me check first!”

“Can you open it?”

“Probably.”

“Uh oh! Ceiling’s dropping!”

“Good thing I work well under pressure.”


Word Count: 75 words

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Prompt: pressure

Flash Fiction: “Um…that’s Fake!”


Have to be honest, I struggle with word count limits!

Some writers really excel at crafting rich, meaningful flash fiction stories.

Check out this author I follow: joanne the geek. I’m always inspired by their ability to convey so much with so few words.

Well…practice makes perfect, as the saying goes. My goal this year is to enter writing contests requiring entries with 500 words or less.

Read my first contest entry below!


75 word (YES! ONLY 75 WORDS!) writing contest. The Prompt/Theme: Fake

My Name Is Actually Gill

Draca the Spider, weakened by age, ruled behind illusion and fabrications.

Pratt, ever an enterprising thief, sought to expand his operations.

Draca handed his bodyguard a potion.

“Assume my form. Eliminate this upstart!”

Infiltrating Pratt’s chambers, the swordsman surprised the man. Outmatched, Pratt fell for his opponent’s feint, exposing a flank.

“Pratt, disband your guild. Flee before the Spider decides to sting!”

“Ha! I only play at being Pratt while he visits the real Spider!”


Check out Chronicles Science Fiction & Fantasy Community for information on future flash fiction writing contests.