Second Campaigner Challenge: The Nova

I'm posting twice today because this is important. hehe

I've been participating in the I'm a Platform-Building Campaigner Challenge hosted by Rachael Harrie. She opened up her Second Campaigner Challenge. For it, I've written a 200 word flash fiction using Prompt 5 (the picture above my flash fiction). And I wrote it in a genre not my own. Sadly, I missed the first challenge, yet still posted what I wrote for it after the challenge closed. You can find it here.

Anyway, for the rules, click on this link (the rules are lengthy--easier to have you find them through the link). :D

The contest closes on Friday, March 9, 2012 at 11:59PM. Feel free to like mine on the linky list. I'm #54!

Without further explanation, here's my flash fiction:

The Nova by Julia King

 

The drug seeped into my human veins. My thoughts relaxed into The Nova. It swirled with shades of amber, crimson, and sage. After waiting thousands of years in multiple life-forms, my last reincarnation allotted me rest in this blissful heaven.

For some reason, the misted form of The Nova disappeared. My desire to reach this existence dissolved into blackness. Panic rose and made me quake. I exerted all my power to bring the peaceful whirls of light back, but nothing happened.

With a rush of adrenaline, my eyes flicked open, back in human flesh.

“What’s happening?” I howled at the doctors, as the heart I never wanted to feel again rammed against my chest.

His face spread with guile. “Since you’ve been to The Nova, your intelligence carries its force. Fueled by all those who die, we, your gods have the power to go back.”  

“You lied!” Angry tears flowed from my eyes.

With brute force, the other doctor dug a syringe into the flesh of my arm, stinging me with heavy, hot fluid.

“Goodbye, River. You’re no longer needed.”

My intelligence drifted into the air, being breathed in by the doctors.

No rest in The Nova. No thought. Gone…

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Good luck to all who enter! *hugs* Check out what they've written, too!

Writing. Jewels.





Month of March Goals

I usually don't post on Thursdays. But, hey there on this fine day. Anyway, I've seen a few people posting their monthly goals on their blogs. I think sharing them with the blogshere will help me accomplish them. Well, it's my turn to make goals now. And achieve them.

*woot woot*

I will report back at the beginning of April with my success stories and share my April goals.

March Goals:

• Finish another round of edits/revisions of my WIP and hand it off to CP's
• Participate in the second I'm a Platform-Building Campaigner Challenge
• Finish reading Forest Born by Shannon Hale
• Read Pandemonium by Lauren Oliver
• Go see The Hunger Games on March 23 at 8:30PM (yes, I've already got tickets)
• Have a supercool St. Patrick's Day party. It's my favorite holiday. :D
• Not go crazy while waiting to hear back from editors as my book, FÉLICITÉ FOUND, is on submission

Now, what are your month of March goals? And do you already have you tickets for The Hunger Games movie in hand? Are you counting down the days to see it, too?

Writing. Jewels.

Belated Campaign Challenge Flash Fiction

Last week, Rachael Harrie, the host of I'm a Platform-Building Campaigner, gave us a challenge to write a flash fiction under 200 words starting with "Shadows crept across the wall..." Last week was super busy for me. Thus, I didn't know about it until it was a day too late to enter.

Well, I wrote one anyway. It's a few words over 200 but close enough. Enjoy!

A Father's Love
by Julia King

Shadows crept across the wall as she crouched, awaiting her father’s return. She’d been there two weeks now, trying not to let anxiety overcome her. But it had set in after five days. They needed food so he left, hugging her tight, saying he loved her more than anything in the world.

But the world had changed. No one was safe anymore, least of all healthy men like her father. Even though he was on the emaciated side, he could still fight if he were caught. Inside, she knew he was gone—a machete in his hand to slaughter the enemy, if not the enemy himself. Years before an epidemic infected the land driving some people insane—cannibalistic.

He’d told her if he wasn’t back in two weeks she should leave. It was time. She picked up her scant belongings and trudged out of their hiding spot. Upon leaving the alleyway, she tripped over something. Picking herself up and dusting off her pants, she found her father’s zombified form holding a knife, a jagged slit across his bloodied throat.  

He’d killed himself to save her, humanity still a part of him in some way. Tears trickled from her horrified eyes. She was alone now. But her father’s love would carry her through whatever lay ahead. 

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Creepy, huh? I hope you don't have to sleep with the lights on tonight... 

PS: Don't forget to enter my flash fiction contest to have a chance to win a $25 Amazon.com gift card. The contest ends today, Tuesday, February 28, 2012 at 5:00PM MST. For more information, follow this link.

Writing. Jewels.

Why Am I Posting on Wednesday... Take a Look

I don't normally post on Wednesday but felt this was a great reason to check in with you again this week. Rachael Harrie is holding another I'm a Platform-Building Campaigner. I've decided to join in on the campaign. Now I'm letting you know just in case you are interested. I'm pretty excited about it.

Lately I've been thinking about social networking. It's a tough gig. Sometimes I wonder just how much of an impact I'm making on the writing world. Yet, I keep on going.

I can see this is a great way to get to know more writers and let them know you! In the writing world having lots of people on your side-line is super important. I hope that through this I can make lots of great connections and become a cheerleader for them during their writing journey.