I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..
The floor cracks, and she looks over at the frozen remains of the man she professed she loved until the stars died. With a sneer she leaps forward, and lands spread eagled onto the other side of the crevasse. With a renewed panic, she scrambles over to his form, and cradles his cold head in her lap, wiping his hair from his face.
“You have to leave Karen,” he says to her softly.
“I-I-I, I can’t leave you.”
“But, I’m not it there anymore.”
“YOU COULD BE!” she growls, as she casts a wayward glance over towards his ghostly apparition.