Celebrating Independent Authors
Congrats to Mandy White, the readers’ choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge.
The winning entry is recognized with a special feature here today and a place in our collection of winners which will be published as an e-book at year end.
Without further ado, here’s the winning story:
The Place of Bones. That is what the English prisoners called it. The Spanish had a more pleasant sounding name for it, but the English nickname stuck, and for good reason.
It mattered very little to the men inside, for they comprised their own nation, bound together in misery and released only by death.
But in 1682, John Deane was brought to the prison fortress. John was well-known among the Brethren of the Coast. He’d been caught and tried and sentenced to hang in half a dozen ports. Somehow John always managed to slip away. The men tried to tell him that this time it would be different.
John laughed and said, “Gentlemen, I’ve not come to steal away in the dark this time. No, we shall all leave together, and with all the Spanish gold we can carry.”
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Congrats to Sara Stark, the readers’ choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge.
The winning entry is recognized with a special feature here today and a place in our collection of winners which will be published as an e-book at year end.
Without further ado, here’s the winning story:
The car was a 1954 Pontiac. Her first owner was Bill Keenan, a newspaper reporter for the Kansas City Star.
Bill drove the car home and his wife met him out on the front steps and shot him dead. She’d found out about Bill and his secretary.
Now, you can say that didn’t have anything to do with the car, and I guess you’d be right. Still, it seemed to have gotten the car off to a bad start. Over the years, she was owned by 13 people. Every one of those folks was murdered.
I don’t really consider myself to be superstitious, but I don’t see no reason to tempt fate, neither. That’s why I tried to talk Eric out of buying the car. It was useless, of course. He was in love with the thing. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Death for Sale”