Our 2018 - Week 25 Winner is ...
We had a great collection of stories this week, reading them was a delight!
Please note: Pay attention to the rules, word counts may change from week to week, although the 200-400 word limit seem to be working for people.
Mark Morris - Your story had a lot of atmosphere, which you built very well. I'd love to know what happens with the city guard.
Mil Ana - Your story was poetic and lyrical and lyrical, and held a hit of Poe to it - Shades of madness, blurring the line between what is real and what is imagined - Well done.
Meredith Bond - Your story was touching, tragic and yet-- sometimes living for another is all you can do until you find a reason for yourself.
Karen Kile Carr - Your story was a delightful mix of fantasy, mystery and wisdom. All too often we confuse the three, especially in matters of the heart.
Today's Winner is:
Karen Kile Carr - Your story pulled me in, and as soon as Gee-ma laughed, I knew where it was headed. It was a charming, well told story. Congratulations, you've won a free 30 day trial membership to the Author Transformation Alliance!
Eliza locked eyes with the mystery man. Her heart thudded and the dusty landscape began to spin.
Her Gee-ma had warned her about spells before, how it felt as if you were being removed from your body, but Eliza had never felt the effects of one until now. The air around her grew thick. Inhaling hurt. Exhaling hurt. But it was a different hurt than she had ever known. It was a beautiful hurt, like when you look at a sunset that is too bright.
Look away, she willed herself, but she could not.
Finally, the mystery man broke their gaze and turned back to the fat, jovial sprite who had been chattering away through the entire exchange.
When Eliza could breathe again, she spun on her heel and ran to Gee-ma’s tent.
The older woman was hanging dried sage when Eliza arrived. “Gee-ma!” she gasped “You must cleanse me. I’ve been spelled!”
The lines around the older woman’s face grew even deeper, “Come hear my child.” She ushered Eliza inside.
“What do I do, Gee-ma?”
The medicine woman rifled through her herbs, “I must know what spell was cast, tell me all about it, child.”
“This man looked at me.”
Gee-ma turned slowly to look at her. “Then what?”
“I couldn’t breathe. The air grew heavy. My heart began to thud out of my chest. I felt like...like the rest of the world stopped existing.”
“What did this man look like?”
“A little older than me, probably 18. He had broad shoulders and skin golden as the sun. His eyes were as blue as the sea, and his lips red,like my flowering dress. When he talked, it sounded like…”
Gee-ma cackled like an old hen.
Eliza’s cheeks burned scarlet. “What?” Why do you laugh? I have to know what spell did this to me.”
“My dear, it is the oldest and most powerful spell of all.”
“Is it dangerous?”
Gee-ma put her hand on Eliza’s soft cheek, “Yes and No. Men have died for it, others have lived solely because of it.”
“Will I die?” Eliza asked anxiously.
“Not today child. Today was only your first taste.”
“My first taste of what Gee-ma, of what?”
“Of love my dear, the fantastical spell of love.”
Thank you all once again and stay tuned tomorrow for our next installment of ATA Flash -