Thursday 360 Challenge

Thursday 365 pic 3Final Thursday 360 Challenge

Okay, so I forgot and missed getting my Thursday 360 post out last Thursday. Therefore an entry meant for last week was posted on the previous weeks’ post, but since it was my fault for not getting the post out, I’m just going to count it for the right week.

Also, due to a couple different contributing factors (including the fact that my life is going to be getting busier), this is going to be the last Thursday 360 challenge. I will post the results next Thursday in a farewell post.

Here’s How it Works

New posts will publish here on Thursdays. Write a 360-word (or less) flash fiction story based on the photo prompt (featured near the bottom of this post) and enter it in the comments section below. The results will be posted the following Thursday along with the new prompt. Winner will get the opportunity to display the Champion’s Badge on their website.

Rules and What-not

The rules are pretty simple. All entries for the current challenge must be posted by 11:59 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, Monday, August 3rd. They must be original, unpublished stories inspired by the photo prompt and they must have no more than 360 words (title doesn’t count). Stories don’t have to be Christian in subject matter, but cannot contain foul language, erotic, anti-Christian content, etc… (Let’s try to keep it G-rated, folks.) By posting, you attest that your entry conforms to these rules; I am in no way liable if it doesn’t. I reserve the right to reject/delete anything that does not follow the rules.

All entries remain the property of their authors.

Results for the Last Challenge

Champion: Charles W. Short for his story For the love of water.

I liked the uniqueness of this story.

Good job, Charles, here’s your e-badge.updated thursday 360 e-badge

The Prompt

And here’s the prompt for this week’s challenge.

Remember the deadline is 11:59 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, Monday, August 3rd.

Photo by Skyler Smith @ Unsplash.com

Photo by Skyler Smith @ Unsplash.com

 

Also, remember to become a follower so you can get email notifications of results and new posts.

 

Check out Christian Flash Weekly after you’re done for another great contest to help you hone your short fiction skills.

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One thought on “Thursday 360 Challenge

  1. Danny and Kallie
    @CharlesWShort
    359 words
    http://www.charleswshort.com, http://www.christianflashweekly.wordpress.com

    Danny lives on the second floor. Most mornings he the waves before leaving for work.

    His surfboard doesn’t fit in the elevator. So he risks dropping it from the balcony onto the sidewalk below. So far it hasn’t been damaged. Then he’ll run downstairs, hoping to get there before it walks away. So far it hasn’t been stolen.

    Kallie is in the next building over. Her morning exercise is rollerblading. One day she heard something fall and timidly spied around a corner to see the surfboard, followed by the young man who gathered it up. She didn’t know why the sight of him made her catch her breath, yet she checked on him every day.

    She continued to catch her breath at the sight of him, and she missed him when he wasn’t there. Still she did her best to blend in, hidden by the fog, or watching around a corner.

    Danny had caught sight of her once or twice though. He had attempted to meet her. But she always elluded him, so he assumed she didn’t want to be met.

    Then came a morning with strong winds, high waves, and a receding tide. Kallie had never surfed, but had researched a little and knew it was most dangerous in conditions like these.

    She didn’t skate. She stood frozen, praying for his safety. She didn’t know why she worried about this stranger, but she did.

    He struggled to get out to position. Twice the waves tossed him off before he could even attempt a ride. When he dumped a third time, Kallie instinctively counted seconds, waiting for him to surface. Thirty seconds and she was frantic. Forty-five and she hated herself for not knowing what to do. Fifty-three and he was spit out by the undertow, thirty yards behind his board.

    She prayed harder as he swam for it. He struggled to climb on and then rode in, but he was exhausted.

    She watched him drag the board to the building. He tried to toss the board up, but couldn’t. Her hand on his shoulder, stopped him. She volunteered to lift it to him.

    That was how they met.

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