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Chuck Wendig, at his excellent blog Terrible Minds, has started posting these "flash fiction" challenges, wherein he posts some hopefully inspirational starting point, and then you get one week and 1,000 words to write some fiction. The following is one of my contributions.
This challenge: Baby Pulp.
The biplane rocketed upward and broke through the clouds, spitting out of the murky thunderhead like an unwanted mouthful of strained peas. Now that they'd emerged from the cloud cover, Captain Ghastly's blimp was visible just ahead, a plodding monstrosity bobbing its way forward between the crowded starfield above and the thundering storm clouds below.
The plane crested an imaginary hill and began to enter a dive. The sickening lurch that followed squeezed Jack Pendleton's stomach like he was being burped over God's own shoulder. But this was no time to spit up; Ghastly had to be stopped. The engine's buzz took on a new, more urgent timbre as the pilot committed to the dive and angled the plane into a banking turn.
( The adventure continues! )
This challenge: Baby Pulp.
"Adventure in the Sky!"
The biplane rocketed upward and broke through the clouds, spitting out of the murky thunderhead like an unwanted mouthful of strained peas. Now that they'd emerged from the cloud cover, Captain Ghastly's blimp was visible just ahead, a plodding monstrosity bobbing its way forward between the crowded starfield above and the thundering storm clouds below.
The plane crested an imaginary hill and began to enter a dive. The sickening lurch that followed squeezed Jack Pendleton's stomach like he was being burped over God's own shoulder. But this was no time to spit up; Ghastly had to be stopped. The engine's buzz took on a new, more urgent timbre as the pilot committed to the dive and angled the plane into a banking turn.
( The adventure continues! )