Unleash your creative minds; I know there is a story in each one of you. Yes, that IS an informal challenge. Use 1,000 to 2,500 words and send it in to DavidandAdrianna@yahoo.com and put your talents and imagination up against your peers.
And Why Beholdest Thou the Mote that is in thy Brother’s Eye: An arid wind swept up a cloud of sand and the tiniest speck of silica lodged in the corner of his eye. For a brief moment he saw with a previously unknown clarity, what must be done and how he must do it.
Hell Hath No Fury: The bridge was too narrow to accommodate pedestrians, but Jim had to cross the river. The setting sun blinded his vision and his iPod was screaming Layla by Derick and the Dominos in his ears; he was obvious to the approach of his ex-wife’s car.
Terror in the Night: A noise off in the desert awoke Brian. He listened intently for another clue to its source and to triangulate the direction. Meredith’s sleeping bag lay motionless; he was glad she was undisturbed. The eerie silence continued for almost a quarter hour, leading Brian to believe that whatever had interrupted his sleep had either left or was never there to begin with. Finally, as a comforting cloud of sleep began to descend a scream of violent death pierced the night.