Whew! I’m done with my entry for WritersWeekly’s Winter 24-Hour Short Story Contest. The quarterly contest opened at noon yesterday, closes at noon today, and asked participants to write an 850-word story using the following prompt:
Blue ice stretched to the horizon, fading into the blinding rays of another waning winter sun. She shivered violently as the shifting mass groaned under her feet. She instinctively glanced down, looking for cracks under the transparent sheen. Suddenly, she tensed and dropped to her knees. Desperately clawing at the ice, she screamed…
While writers didn’t have to use this exact opening, the story had to somehow reflect this set-up in the work, as proof that the entry was written specifically for the contest (i.e. within the 24 hour time limit).
I’m keeping my entry under wraps until the winners are announced, in about 6 weeks, so stay tuned to see how I do!
In the meantime, what would YOU do with the above prompt?