Don’t Eat My Toes, OK?/ First Campaigner Challenge

I’m racing against the clock as I type this up in my editor. This Friday’s regular Perfect Picture Book Friday won’t be a picture book but my own story. And my back has given me fits all day. *feels terrible* *whine, whine* wa wa wa.

OK, I got that out of the way now on with the contest.

The First Campaigner Challenge is here in the Fourth Writer’s Campaign Feb 2012. Rachael Harrie http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-campaigner-challenge-of-my-fourth.html  has given us the rules as follows: 

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:

• end the story with the words: “everything faded.” (also included in the word count)
• include the word “orange” in the story
• write in the same genre you normally write
• make your story 200 words exactly!

 I write in two genres. One is memoir and the other Children’s lit. The only group I joined on this campaign is children’s lit so I made this story children’s. I hope you feel inspired to go back and like it by clicking number 181. I barely made it this time around and hope I won’t get neglected by doing that. Hopefully some of you start at the back of the list and go around to the front. Thanks for reading!

Don’t Eat My Toes, OK?

Shadows crept across the wall. The bedroom looked scarier than usual.

She panted. Her voice didn’t come out even though she thought she was screaming. Her knees shook. She covered her head with her orange blankets and shivered with fear under them. She tried to call her Mom but nothing came out. Then she tried to call her Dad but her voice was barely a whisper. Even under the blankets her eyes were wide open, open to what?

Then she heard a voice. “Don’t eat my toes, OK?”

“Wwhhat?” Olivia said.

“Don’t eat my toes, please. “

“I won’t eat your toes, will you eat mine?”

Then, thinking,

“You’re not afraid of me are you?”  Olivia asked. “I was afraid of you. “

Then they both burst out laughing.  The monster had been afraid of Olivia. How had Olivia not seen that? Then Olivia’s mom turned on the light.  Everything faded.

The end

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