Campaign Challenge #1

The first Platform Building Campaign Challenge is to write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open”.

The Escape

The door swung open, bounced off the rubber door stopper, and swung back, hitting the little girl in the face. “Oww!” she cried, rubbing the center of her forehead where the doorknob struck.

The boy stretched out on the bottom bunk gave no reaction and kept reading his book.



“You promised to play a game with me.”

“I’m busy.”

Stepping into the room, Lily asked, “What are you doing?”

Raising one dark eyebrow, Luke replied without looking up. “Duh! I’m reading.”

“Watcha’ reading?”

“A book.”

“Duh! What book?”

“You wouldn’t know it.”

“Maybe I would.” Lily sat lightly at the foot of Luke’s bed.

“It’s for big kids.”

“You’re not so big.”

Luke sighed. “I meant older kids.”

Footsteps stomped overhead. Looking up, Lily swallowed. “Hank’s home.”

“Yeah,” Luke said, finally glancing up from his book.

The children listened to the muffled sounds of slamming cabinets and swearing through the ceiling.

Luke moved over on his bed. “Come here, Lily.”

Lily crawled eagerly up the bed to lie beside her brother, who opened his book and read aloud, drowning out the noise from above.

Comforted by each other’s warmth, the children escaped into the world of Harry Potter.

A Flash of Fiction

Dear Mama,

The explosion made the ground shake and blinded me like the fireworks on the 4th of July, but do not worry, Mama. I am not in pain. My chest is tight and it’s hard to breathe, but I feel no fear. The light on my helmet still works; though I can barely make out my hand and the paper I write on.

I don’t know if Father managed to make it to the outside. I cannot see or hear anyone else around me. Perhaps they perished under the crushing rock. I was spared, but it’s some powerful bad air in here now, Mama.

Tell Miss Rosemary that I’m sorry for causing a ruckus in Sunday school. Putting that snake on her chair was stupid. I didn’t figure she’d faint dead away or that Felix Miller would pick the snake up and chase all the girls with it. Tell her she was right all along. There is a God and he is with me now. When the stone is rolled away from my grave, do not grieve – for I have risen like Jesus. Someday Mama we will be together again in Heaven.

Air is running out, Mama. I think I should panic, but I feel only peace. Soon I will be free from this cold, dark tomb. No more laboring for hours underground. No more days shoveling coal. No more working for the Company. Do not mourn for me, dearest mother, celebrate instead. For today is my Independence Day.

Your boy,


Flash Fiction Blogfest

Ali Cross is hosting the Independence Day Flash Fiction Blogfest tomorrow and I just signed up to participate.

The rules are deliciously simple. Sign up [here], and on July 15th, post an original piece of flash fiction, 250 words or less along this theme (and, FYI, “independence day” can mean anything you’d like it to mean–don’t feel you have to be restricted to the July 4th holiday!):

So please click back tomorrow to check out my very first attempt at flash fiction!


Tomorrow I’m also blogging at The Caffeine Coquette. If you would like to run, but don’t know where to start, please stop by and read my tips.