I have been having a lot of fun lately entering various writing contests. Some of my favorites are the exact word count challenges; specifically the free 53-word contest put on by Prime Number Magazine. Being more of a descriptive (read: wordy) writer, the contest forces me to drill down my thought processes into a tangible, extremely short story. A prompt is given at the beginning of each month, and you have until the end of the month to submit. If you have never taken part in one of these challenges, I highly suggest it. They are so much fun!!
Since I did not win February’s contest, I thought I would share the story with you, my dear readers! The monthly prompt was a full moon. I took a stab (no pun intended) at being clever; February’s full moon is called the Snow Moon, or the Hunger Moon. (The title of the piece is not considered part of the 53 words)
By the Light of the Hunger Moon
Crimson smears covered her palms, red splatters the front of her shirt. The ruby streaks on the knife blade glimmered jewel-like. Coincidental, she thought, slicing through the scarlet flesh, while the full moon hung bloated in the night sky.
Finished, she began the challenging task of scrubbing beetroot stains from under her nails.