My writing style of choice tends to lean toward contemporary, yet in most of my latest 5 Minute Fiction exercises, I have found myself wavering toward fantasy and darker, more adventurous plots.
While I don’t see myself becoming a fantastical author anytime soon, this change has been a refreshing way to step back and gain new perspective on a genre so different than what I am used to.
Without further ado, here is one of my latest 5MF pieces:
She’d never felt brave before, but here in this moment, facing the darkness that lay ahead, she knew she had to be.
This wasn’t an ordinary day with ordinary circumstances. She couldn’t just walk away and decide that she had had enough. No, she must keep moving forward, no matter how badly her hands shook.
Tasting the musty air engulfing her, she took slow, careful steps, furthering herself down the hallway. The only semblance of light in the castle was provided by yellowing candles, all flicking their last breaths in shallow pools of wax.
The king didn’t know where she was, but she knew he was lurking behind his closed bedroom door, a mere 20 feet ahead. His hand had started this raging war, but he’d never expect to be taken down by hers.
Approaching his quarters, she could feel his presence, heavy and deliberate, through the thick inch of wood making up his door.
With a silent prayer for strength, she turned the knob, meeting the king’s surprised eye as the last candle burned out, leaving them both to stand in the black.