Here is the first challenge for the Writers' Platform Building Campaign hosted by Rachael Harrie .
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 , "The door swung open ". These four words will be included in the word count .
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words :"the door swung shut". (also included in the word count)
For those who want an even greater challenge , make your story 200 words EXACTLY !
So I've decided to accept all the "added extras" – here is my 200 word piece beginning and ending with the given words !
The door swung open . It was time . I stepped into the cavernous depths of the empty room .
Fragments of countless conversations flooded my mind .
"Give up the ghost ! Let go ! Move forward !" I had grown tired of hearing it . Like a scratched long-playing record , the needle stuck in one groove . I called them my vinyl moments .
"And let the past years go to waste ? You've gotta be kidding ! After all my hard work … month in and month out …"
"It's destined to end in heartache !" I wondered what possible heartache could still be in store . She may as well have been speaking a foreign language . It was futile .
"But I'm so close . Within forty eight hours 'the truth' will be revealed ." That thought was lodged in my brain . But what is truth anyway ? Especially after twenty odd years ? Events become blurred . Memory rendered unreliable .
I should have left well alone . As the saying goes "let sleeping dogs lie". Instead , I pursued it. I probed and pushed – even punished myself – had to disturb the sleeping dog and , instead of the pampered poodle of my deluded imagination , I unleashed a ferocious , raving pitbull !
I faced my nemesis . Behind me , the door swung shut .