Happy Scribble Challenge . . . MONDAY!
Without making anyone wait ANY longer, it’s time to announce the winner for the fifth Sunday Scribble Challenge and post a brand NEW prompt to pump up those writing muscles. The votes were close this week, and Jennifer Shelby ALMOST took the prize. But, by two votes, (drum roll please) Frank Parker grabbed the win.
The prompt that week? Write a six word story with a twist ending.
Frank’s winning entry: Six feet under; six hands waving.
Frank is the author of: Transgression, Strongbow’s Wife, Summer Day, and Honest Hearts.
YOU can check out more of his stuff at his author site, here. Congratulations on the well deserved win, Frank! It’s my pleasure to invite you and/or your work to be featured in an upcoming post on Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins. This can be done in whatever way you like: a reblog, a guest blog, or even a small sample of your latest book along with a purchasing link. You decide!
Now, this week’s Scribble Challenge is all about showing. One of the first bits of advice new writers often receive is “show, don’t tell.” In truth, both showing and telling have their advantages. The best story tellers understand the value of each method in different situations and weave their stories accordingly.
This week’s challenge fell on the day after Mothers Day. I am particularly lucky because I happen to have one of the best mommacitas in the world. She’s funny and friendly, and she does whatever she can to make the world a little brighter for the people lucky enough to know her.
This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom (taken by my very talented sister, who also happens to be the owner of the Calgary based company, Photolicious Photography). It was taken almost five years ago. Mom had planned to arrive in Calgary from Winnipeg in time to be present for my youngest hellion’s birth, but, as troublemakers sometimes do, he came early. When I called her from the hospital to tell her she missed the “fun,” (her word, NOT mine) she cried. I cried. We all cried. Now, I can tell you how much I love my mom. I can tell you she loves my kids. In this situation, it might be better to show you the scene when she finally met her fifth grandchild:
She set her suitcase beside the door, a wide smile across her face. The boys ran down in an eruption of feet thudding on stairs and squeals across the kitchen, waking the baby in my arms. He began to cry again, just as he’d been crying all night: the quiet, raspy wail of a somewhat colicky newborn, my unyielding alarm of the previous fifty-two hours. She hugged the boys and took the baby from me, telling me about her flight while swaying back and forth, bestowing my new son with the big soft cuddles that only the very best of grandmas can.
Miraculously, he settled. She rubbed his back. She smoothed his little tufts of soft baby hair. And, in a moment I’ll never forget, he leaned back to look her in her the eye as if he knew already how special she was, as if he could feel her love emanating into the very cockles of his heart, the exact same way that I do.
And just like that, everything was okay.
Okay, okay, enough with the sappy stuff.
It’s time for WAY more sappy stuff.
Because YOUR mission this week is to:
The Rules for this challenge? It can be long. It can be short. Do what you have to do. There are five days to ruminate if you need them. Post one submission to the prompt in the comment section below this post. DO NOT EMAIL YOUR SUBMISSIONS.
Deadline: Saturday, May 14th @noon Atlantic Daylight Time.
Encourage other Scribblers. Try to comment (reply) to at least three other submissions during the week.
After the deadline, VOTE for your favorite submission by emailing: Sundayscribblechallenge@gmail.com. Place the lucky author’s name in the HEADER of your email.
Participation is quick and easy, and a great way to
procrastinate interact with your writing peers.
These flash fiction challenges fuel creativity! They’re also a relatively painless pool for writers who’ve never posted their work to wet those feet, OR for established authors/bloggers to pick up a few new readers.
Trolls will be escorted back beneath their bridge along with a flaming stick of dynamite.