Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest

Scars – My Entry for Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction (Nonfiction)

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Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest

 

This was my second entry for Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction (Nonfiction) Rodeo Contest. It was a double-header 99 words no more or less times 2.

 

The topic – Scars – was inspired by a quote by Stephen King – whose book on writing should be read, I believe, by all aspiring writers. He wrote “Writers remember everything … especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.” Entries were to show a remembered scar using any genre the writer chose in 198 words. 

You can read more about the contest and see some entries over at Charli’s Carrot Ranch

 

Forbidden Passion

 

Our eyes met and locked with desire. A whirlwind of wining, dining, and dancing kept our hearts riding on the crest of passion. When his fingertips held my face, it left imprints of electric shocks into the depths of never-ending want while I’d gaze into his big, soulful eyes.

 

The way he said my name increased the rhythm of my heart. When we danced we became one, and our hearts joined in an unstoppable, pulsating desire. No words of love were ever spoken to complicate our romance, yet we both knew, we understood within.

 

Harsh reality set in after that magical year we shared, much longer than we’d both anticipated. One night, one look in his once smiling eyes showed the happiness was stripped from his soul. We remained in a desperate embrace dancing our last dance before the sacrifice.

 

His lips parted with pain, spilling the words “I love you, but I can’t be completely yours.” Our lips so close we shared the same oxygen as our tears melded, tasting each other’s brine. His hand squeezing mine so tight, his wedding ring embedded my palm. The music stopped, we parted, each leaving with half the other’s heart.

 

59 thoughts on “Scars – My Entry for Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction (Nonfiction)”

    1. Thanks so much Sal – so not really my wheelhouse so thanks for the encouragement. You never know, there may be more down the road – New genre – Flash Nonfiction LOL 🙂 ❤

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      1. Yes! We accept BOTS as flash fiction at the Ranch, and fiction allows for embellishments to any non fiction. I hope you get hooked because I’d love to read more from you!

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    1. Thanks for the kudos Diana. Sometimes I surprise myself when getting out of my comfort zone.I think I’ll be doing more of this in the coming year. 🙂 ❤

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  14. It’s amazing how a short read can evoke an overpowering response. I wanted to shake the guy and give him a lecture on what an idiot he was for walking away! Fantastic, Deb. You’re breaching new horizons ❤

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  19. It’s true, Debby. John cries at everything – even the movie E.T, but I’m always hard faced. He can’t understand it. It’s very rare my tear-ducts are opened, although it did once happen when the dentist gave me an injection just above my two front teeth. It was like having a pencil shoved up my nose. Since I discovered that chewing gum at the same time as peeling onions also stop the tears, I don’t even cry when peeling them anymore. These days, the only time I cry is when laughing a lot. That always produces tears. 😂

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    1. Ok, well at least laughter brings happy tears! And sorry, but I laughed out loud at your description of pencil shoved up nose LOL. And come on, who didn’t cry at E.T.????? And so, well I’m glad to know now that my post moved you!!!! ❤ 🙂

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