Hope April is being good to you.

Quick update for you all. I submitted a story to Black Ink Fiction, for their Pestilence call and it was accepted. I am still searching for other calls that seem to YELL to me. Keep scrolling for the January Furious Fiction submission.

January Furious Fiction Entry

Here is the rundown of the contest.

The rules for furious FIction are the story must be completed within 55 hours. It must include the things I have bold typed below. It can only be 500 words. I have not tailored or done any heavy editing to this. It is the story that I submitted in it's original form

• Each story had to begin at sunrise.

• Each story had to use the words SIGNATURE, PATIENT, BICYCLE. (Longer variations were permitted.)

• Each story had to include a character who had to make a CHOICE.

Jennifer, startled awake on New Year’s Day, noticed the sun was just poking itself up over the horizon. She got up from her bed, walked to the bathroom, and rubbed the sleepy seeds from her eyes. Standing there in front of the sink, she contemplated how the rest of the day was going to proceed.

She had friends that had been over the previous night for new Year’s Eve. Thinking back over the night it occurred to her that Barry could still be here. He had passed out on the couch about a quarter till midnight, unable to make it through the last fifteen minutes of 2020. She dressed and proceeded to the living room and found that the couch was empty. He had left her a scribbled note with his nearly unrecognizable SIGNATURE.

She walked over to the phone and dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail. She set the phone down on the counter and made herself a cup of coffee. Now she needed to make a decision. Should she just sit tight and be PATIENT, waiting for him to call her back, or should she get on her

to ride over to Barry's apartment to see if he made it home OK? She made the choice. She left her apartment to go to his place to check on him.

Two blocks down she noticed the neighborhood bully, Christopher, out on his front steps. He was watching paramedics work. The closer Jennifer got to the ambulance, the deeper her heart sank. She asked what had happened. He couldn’t speak, they had his jaw tight, so it could not move. The paramedics told her where they were taking Barry. She told him she would meet him there.

The ambulance drove away as Jennifer turned her body on her heels, she marched toward Christopher. Her eyes bored through him. They started to glow as she spoke with a growl coming fro deep within her throat. “What have you done?”

“Who said I did anything?”

“You just did asshole. He is the last person you will ever hurt.” He jumped and drew back like he was going to hit her. She reached for his groin and grabbed his testicles.

Squeezing them tightly she said, “The next time I touch your sack, Im going to walk away with it still in my hand.” Her eyes burned a bright red color “Do I make myself clear?”

His voice came out a higher pitch than before as he shrieked, “Yes Ma’am, crystal clear, never again.”

“I’ll find you if it does, Lucifer and I are very close friends.” When she released his testicles, he ran into his house crying like a baby. Jennifer went to the hospital to see Barry.