Flash Fiction Contest #5 Results

Welcome back!

The results of the Flash fiction contest are in!

Thank you to everyone who entered.

I was especially excited for this weeks prompt because I already knew the original back story for the prompt and I wanted to see where the contestants would take it.

Well, this weeks winner definitely took it in a different direction. Everyone say congratulations to Brooklyne Nickel!

Brooklyne Nickel and her horse Rosie

The prompt already has a foreboding/scary theme theme to it and Brooklyne brought a tension to her story that fit the picture so well, but in a different way than I was expecting.

So here it is! The winner of this week's Flash Fiction contest!

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A race for Treasure

by Brooklyne Nickel

Megan shivered despite her knit sweater. She lifted her lantern high above her head, creating a soft halo of light around her. Lighting up her path, one step at a time. Dried leaves crunched under her boot soles and she glanced down at the treasure map replica.

Guided only by the light of the full moon and her flickering lantern, Megan jumped at the sound of coyotes yipping close by. Suddenly, she came upon a large rock boulder and her breath caught. Just like Grandpa Adams said. She thought to herself. 

For a moment, she smiled at the memory of her grandfather. At the time, she had been the only one to believe his seemingly wild and crazy stories of hidden treasure. Now, she would fulfill his dying wish, if only she could get to it before they did.

She leaned her back against the cold rock, with a small etched X at it’s base, then slowly counted her steps in the direction of three giant pine trees growing in a triangle. She knew, like any real treasure map, the red X did not mark the spot. Grandpa Adams had confirmed her assumption on the day he died, but he also told her that after she found the X, to walk 23 feet in towards the “Three Sisters” as he called them. 

Megan still remembered him slipping a key into her hand along with the treasure map, saying that she would inherit the treasure since she believed.

If only her cousin had not overheard and told his friends about her grandpas secret, then she wouldn’t be racing the seconds. Megan knew they had the map, for when it was stollen, she made a replica of it by memory.

The time had come to claim her treasure.

Matthew 6:19-21

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasure on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

Congratulations Brooklyn!

If you want to see more of what Brooklyne can do head on over to bensshowersofblessings.blogspot.com

And if you want to know where the original prompt came from you can go here.

See you next time!