Today is the day I get to announce the winner of my first Flashtastic flash fiction contest. Thanks so much to those who entered. I loved reading your endings and I hope you had fun writing them!
Since last weeks contest was the first, and because this is my blog and I can do what I want, I’m awarding the Flashtastic badge to two winners.
Congratulations go to:
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I love how the endings play off each other and I thought the descriptions in each piece were so creative. :D
Here are the winning stories:
Seven minutes ago, I was ordinary. No. I was less than ordinary. I was nothing. But now, whatever ordinary looks like, it’s not me. Not anymore…
Jenniefire
The cup drops from my hand and clatters to the floor. The lights surround me buzzing with frantic motion.
Someone has picked me for the first time in my life, and the change is overwhelming. The lights die out one by one and I'm left with a new sense of self.
I rush to the mirror to make sure it has happened. The deep purple of my eyes and paleness of my skin make me feel more powerful than I could have imagined.
"You are ready now." The Shebia says stepping behind me. "Time for you to save the world."
Someone has picked me for the first time in my life, and the change is overwhelming. The lights die out one by one and I'm left with a new sense of self.
I rush to the mirror to make sure it has happened. The deep purple of my eyes and paleness of my skin make me feel more powerful than I could have imagined.
"You are ready now." The Shebia says stepping behind me. "Time for you to save the world."
David Jace
I had expected the black, leathery skin to look and feel replusive on me, but instead it felt... natural. It felt right. I flexed my new arms and the tentacles across my upper back writhed. It was glorious. I stomped to the mirror and took another look at myself. The bat wings rising from my shoulders were like a mantle over the soon-to-be king. I smiled into the mirror, and fangs slid from between my lips, my ebony skin wrinkling around the hot, red eyes.
Those purple-eyed "heroes" would regret what they had done to me. No one would laugh at me any more. I'd make sure of it. I walked to the corner of the room and stepped onto the sill of the open window. I would need a new name to match my new body. Winston Adolf Weir just wouldn't do it anymore.
I will call myself Hunter. I threw myself from the window and felt my wings grab at the air and force it beneath me. I began flying toward downtown; there were lots of people there. It won't take any time at all for the heroes to show up. I'll do a little damage, some screaming, and then they'll show up to save the day. Then Hunter will kill them.
