Hop on #TuesFlashFicTrain R2-W4!

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I’m on a roll this week! Maybe it’s too early to tell since it’s only Tuesday, but still! This post was ready ahead of time, an extra post went up yesterday, and I’ve been more productive than I’m accustomed to being. Hell, I even meditated yesterday. I haven’t meditated with any semblance of discipline in years! Here’s hoping I keep this good momentum going.

In honor of this momentum and sudden motivation, this week I want you to write about quick progress, moving so fast you lose yourself in your own momentum. This can manifest however you want. Who’s experiencing this momentum – Odessa, or her tormentor? What does that progress mean to them? Are they in over their heads? Should they be slowing down? Get as creative as you want!

Before trying the prompt, remember to check out parts one, two, and three!

Remember, continue last week’s story, keep it under 400 words, and submit your response in the comment section below. Don’t forget to include your twitter handles and/or other social media links for promotion! Submissions close Friday at 11:59PM EST– tell your friends!

Questions, suggestions? Check out the rules in more detail and/or drop me a line!

As always, think happy thoughts!

3 thoughts on “Hop on #TuesFlashFicTrain R2-W4!

  1. My take on this week’s prompt!
    Renee Tennis-McKinley @2old2tap

    Odessa panicked when she realized it was her phone that had gone dead. She rushed to her bedroom closet and reached for the handgun stashed on the shelf. A new tremor of fear raced through her spine when she couldn’t find it.

    Heart racing, Odessa grabbed her keys and ran for the door. She had to get out, find James, then the two of them could run away. James would know what to do. As she reached the door, she stopped at the sight of the knob jiggling.

    She backed away, her escape cut off, she retreated to the kitchen. Still clutching her keys, she yanked a drawer open and pulled the first knife she touched.

    The rattling of the doorknob was joined by furious pounding. Odessa stood in her kitchen, black trails of mascara framing her face, as she waited for the door to crash open.

    She worked to subdue the sobs shaking her body as her thoughts ran wildly.

    Fire escape! Odessa tightened her grip on the knife as she retraced her steps. She kept her eyes on the door as she scuttled to the sliding glass doors that opened on the balcony.

    The knife fell as she shrieked at the shadowy figure on the other side.

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