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Welcome to the WEP Halloween Flash Fiction Challenge
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Welcome to the WEP Halloween Flash Fiction Challenge
1. SUBMITyour Direct Link between October 1st and October 16th 2. POST your edited entry, making sure 'WEP' is in the TITLE along with the badge. 3. STATE feedback preferences 4. READ other entries, giving positive feedback. Refresh on WEP Critique Page. 5 SHARE THE CHALLENGE on social media.
PLEASE NOTE: ENTRIES CLOSE October 16th (NY Time - check WEP blog clock)
ALL GENRES WELCOME except erotica - 1,000 words maximum
FURTHER ENQUIRIES VISIT writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com and leave a comment or: email: yolandarenee@hotmail.com or any of the admins with your questions.
The projector's hum
resonated through the small, dimly lit room, its echo mingling with the
flickering light that painted dancing shadows on the walls—a cinematic ballet
mirroring the emotions unraveling within her.
It was another Friday
night at the vintage movie theater, but tonight held a distinct air. She found
herself alone, having spun another tale of work to escape the confines of home.
Lies had become her refuge, a desperate means to avoid his anger and her own
tears.
The end had come for
them. It was a truth acknowledged by both, yet he clung to denial. His
obsession had become a paralyzing force, and her attempts to break free in the
past only led to her surrender and transformation into someone unrecognizable.
However, her true self
couldn't remain imprisoned indefinitely. The question loomed: how could she
escape without shattering him and herself? The credits rolled, and she sat in
the afterglow of a film that had woven itself into the fabric of her soul. Characters
lingered, and plotlines carved permanent residence in her thoughts.
It was an escape, if only
momentary, but each happy ending kindled hope for her own. Her dream felt
within reach. Why else would God permit such unhappiness if not for a reward at
the end?
As the theater emptied,
she lingered in her seat, suspended between the reel and reality. The story had
seeped into her heart, leaving an indelible mark. It wasn't just a movie; it
was an awakening. Could she sustain this belief?
Outside, city lights
twinkled like distant stars. She took a breath, feeling the cool night air on
her face. The protagonist's journey mirrored her struggles, and the resolution
became a roadmap for her uncertainties.
The movie had whispered
truths she hadn't dared to acknowledge, sparking a fire, a catalyst for change.
Stepping into the night, she carried the film's essence like a talisman.
In the following days,
she navigated life with a fresh perspective. The movie's lessons guided her
decisions, its soundtrack the melody of her daily rhythm. She chased dreams
with the same fervor the characters pursued their destinies.
Change would only occur
if she willed it. She was determined to make it happen!
As time passed, the movie
became a silent companion. In moments of doubt, she replayed scenes in her
mind, drawing strength from fictional triumphs. The cinema transformed from a
mere escape to a wellspring of inspiration.
Under the city lights,
she embraced the serendipity of that cinematic night. The silver screen birthed
a metamorphosis, and as the credits rolled on her own life, she whispered
gratitude to the universe for the movie that changed everything.
***
TAGLINE: Hope comes in many formats even on the silver screen
"It's a fake graveyard, for heaven's
sake," I yelled at the officer at my door.
"Then, please explain why we found your husband
buried underneath the fake zombie?" He answered with a question I had no
answer for.
I backed up into my living room and fell into the
easy chair. The officer followed.
Startled, confused, and unbelieving, I finally
understood. "This…this is a joke. You and Cooper cooked this up as a
Halloween prank. Didn't you," I said in relief. "Funny. Too, too
funny."
"No, ma'am, this is no hoax. Your husband is
being tended to by forensics now. He's definitely dead. The coroner confirmed
that just minutes ago."
"But how do you know it's Cooper?"
"Fingerprints. Plus, he called 911 last
night. Said we'd find him there this morning, and that you were
responsible."
"No," I said with a smile. "Cooper
couldn't have. I killed him two days…."
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