Wendig’s exquisite corpse-esque Flash Fiction challenge
Chuck Wendig floated a writing challenge last week over at his site, terribleminds.com.
It’s a cool concept. Everyone writes the first 200 words of a story, then passes it off to someone else, who writes the next 200, and so on, until five people have written a 1,000-word story. Reminds me of the exquisite corpses my friends and I wrote in college.
Here’s my opening 200 words… err, 226.
The accursed shoreline sat in the hazy distance, the beach from this distance a delicate piece of golden thread. Beyond, a few rolling hills of verdant forest were visible before the land was lost in a low, thick fog that sat like a cushion over the land.
Jorick couldn’t see them, but he knew the mountains were there. The mountains, the source of his suffering, the reason he was here, trapped on this fat tub of a ship, exiled from the land.
Both hands gripped the rough, sun-scarred wood of the ship’s taffrail as he looked at the land.
He thought of his mother and father, both lying dead on the floor of their home. He had found them there. There was nothing he could have done. It had all happened so fast. The image had flashed through his mind countless, painful times over the past two months.
He dropped his head between his shoulders and listened to waves slap the ship’s hull and the creak of its bones. A breeze tussled his chestnut hair and it was fresh, salty sea air.
“Jorick,” a man’s voice said from behind him. “The doctor needs you. It’s happened again.”
Jorick took a lungful of fresh air and turned to descend into the stinking belly of the ship to rejoin the hundreds of people exiled along with him.