FFM 2020 is behind us already. Even though my decision to post only on WordPress cut the number of comments I received drastically, I still had a good time and got some fantastic learning experiences, as I focused on writing the best stories I could. In the end, the results weren't as great as I'd hoped, but I overall created stories I am proud of and which I'll be happy to publish in a collection. I definitely did better than last year both wordcount- and quality-wise!
Gary pressed his laptop's power button down for the umpteenth time that month. This was the second time the darn thing was acting up today, and he was starting to get frustrated. He needed to get his work done and the stupid thing was not helping at all.
They should've had the slogan say, "Never tickle a sleeping dangerous beast of any kind."
Raiyo ran. He did not want to stop running. He never wanted to stop.
Raiyo did his best to ignore the shaking of his hands and the uncomfortable feeling of sweat soaking his clothes. If he squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking and ignored the rest of the issues, perhaps he could make it through his first meeting with the whole department without embarrassing himself.
She was almost there.
The hooligan gang was hollering below, completely unaware that their usual hanging spot was full of bombs.
The carnival is always the highlight of my year. When there is more than one, they are the highlights — the more, the merrier!
Shade stared at the words in front of her. The contract was full of holes filled with clauses in small print at the edges of the paper.
The book, titled Discordance, is badly damaged — torn, dripping wet and charred — but you open it to read it anyway. You need to know what your lover was hiding, what possibly could have made them fight like a banshee for keeping it a secret when they had told there were no secrets between them ever, what even is going on here anymore.