Miniature Writing Challenge #2

(Tuesday 4th August – Monday 10th August)

Writing Challenge (Room)

Prompt: I walked into a room…

Challenge Rules

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12 thoughts on “Miniature Writing Challenge #2

  1. Thank you Baheya, I think I have another novel! I hope I can make it a short story. It is very different from anything I have written. It is 200 words. I’ll try to edit it down to 150 by Friday. I’ll post it on my blog with a ping back to yours. Would like me to post it in the comment as well?

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  2. Here is my story. It will post on my blog, FranklyWrite.com, on Friday. I got it down to 183 words. Maybe other can suggest more edits. Technically it is over the word count.

    I walk into the room and am confronted with time; in the walls, the ceiling, the floor; in the light pouring through the large ballroom windows. A flash of people. Colorful people. The tinkle of voices rolls over my ears in alternating waves of loud and soft. Concentrate. A girl standing by the center window holds something in her hand. Discover what it is. A jeweled fan. It’s a party about 200 years ago.

    To you this may sound crazy, but I am accustomed to it. I am a time reader. Architect is my profession. Time reading has made me a renowned architect.

    The first time it happened to me at a friend’s home in Paris I chalked it up to the wine. When it was repeated with a sober head, I thought I was crazy. I’m not. Certain events become trapped in a place. I don’t know all the rules because I believe I am alone in this.

    Wait. The girl is looking at me. Not at a person in the past standing on the same spot, but me. This is new.

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    • I edited your story a little bit, cutting it down to 161 words. I hope this helps. You may also consider less description; it might help with the word count. Good luck! 🙂

      I walk into the room and am confronted with time; in the walls, the ceiling, the floor; in the light pouring through the large ballroom windows. A flash of colorful people. The tinkle of voices rolls over my ears in alternating waves of loud and soft. Concentrate. A girl standing by the center window holds something in her hand. A jeweled fan. It’s a party about 200 years ago. To you this may sound crazy, but I am accustomed to it. I am a time reader.

      The first time it happened at a friend’s home in Paris I chalked it up to the wine. When it was repeated with a sober head, I thought I was crazy. I’m not. Certain events become trapped in a place. I don’t know all the rules because I believe I am alone in this.

      Wait. The girl is looking at me. Not at a person in the past standing on the same spot, but me.

      Liked by 1 person

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