I Submit

Another story went in at the weekend. It felt good to be back on the wagon after a messy summer.

I did submit stories over the holidays. I just didn't seem to have the time to talk about it. My job gets busy in the summertime and I do have to put a lot of fun things on the back burner. 

Things are finally starting to quiet down, including the stressy buzz in my head. 

Unfortunately, the competitions I have been entering have strict "no publishing" rules, so I have nothing creative to share this month. I can tell you that the last competition I entered wanted me to write a drama with a character craving something and featuring a dumb waiter.

I got a story written and submitted. I think it's ok? But the chargers are not likeable. We'll see how the judges receive it. 

A Little Story

An embarrassingly quick exit from my last competition. A shame really, because I quite liked the story. It seems that the ones I really like don’t do as well as the stories I have reservations about. 

For your reading pleasure:

Cold Comfort

Erin locked the basement, muting the wailing and smashing crockery.

“Síona?”

The door rattled on it’s hinges. Erin climbed downstairs.

“Síona, please.”

Tomorrow, Mam would do something ‘nice’, papering over the cracks in their family. Why didn’t she leave? Instead, she was up there, placating him.

“He’s looking at me the way he looked at Dearbhla before he...”

Erin almost said ‘touched’; too forgiving a euphemism. The word sickened her. She wanted comfort. None came.

“I’m leaving tonight. Dearbhla will take me in.”

Deep cold embraced her, exuding pride and sadness.

“I’ll miss you too.” Erin wept in the darkness.