The challenge in 101 Words is to produce a complete story in exactly that number of words, no more no less. Its editors accepted this piece, which recieved some nice compliments from fellow writers. PETE'S LIFE LEAF
The challenge in 101 Words is to produce a complete story in exactly that number of words, no more no less. Its editors accepted this piece, which recieved some nice compliments from fellow writers. PETE'S LIFE LEAF
Major Tom Briggs liked the jungle of the Philippines. He was comfortable in his sweat-soaked uniform. The earthliness of the jungle’s petrichor and the sounds of its exotic creatures enchanted him. Briggs liked the Filipinos who tolerated his high school-level Spanish and taught him local dialects. He felt at home among them and in the jungle of the American-owned archipelago. So, when the Imperial Japanese Army invaded, the tall, blonde-haired, lanky army officer and several of his men escaped into the torrid jungle rather than participate in the Bataan Death March.
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This story, published in June in Academy of the Heart and Mind, portrays a character who becomes integral to the next Sally Peyton novel. In this story, his name is Dr. Li. In the book, which remains a work in progress, he is Dr. Fang, and much more happens to him and his family.
Inspiration can come from anywhere; standing in line in a store and overhearing three young women talking and laughing.
Or watching people interact while on a walk.
And sometimes, a prompt from one venue results in a piece accepted in another.
This blast from the past was published in August 2020. It was my first freelance writing success.
Notes From A Baseball Dilettante
"Be it known that at the end of our baseball season, my firing squad will execute the batter with the lowest batting average and the pitcher with the highest earned run average."
El Jefe Marcos de Conejos Feo, the dictator of the tiny country of the República de Santa Clara, made this decree standing on the balcony of the presidential palace in his khaki uniform, all sparkly with undeserved medals. A smokey stench from the previous night's book burning still hung in the air. The building of La Hora, Santa Clara's only newspaper, stood at the opposite end of the plaza, boarded up with grey weather-beaten wooden shutters covering its windows and pro-government graffiti covering its doors. Read the Rest of the Story.