Happy Birthday to me! *Blows out candles and grabs a present*
Last year I challenged my readers to write a Flash Fiction story in honor of my birthday! It was so much fun–you can read some of those great stories here–that I’ve decided to do it again! Yippee!! *Throws confetti*
Sooo, put on those creative thinking caps and get writing! I challenge you to write a story in 43 words or less, following the theme: Birthday. (Why 43 you ask? Hrmmm…that’s how old I am! Tee hee.) I’ll start with my own story, then you can post yours in the comment section below. Have fun and celebrate!
Happy writing, friends!
My Birthday Flash Fiction Story:
“Happy thirteenth birthday, Kirsten! It’s time you know the truth. Surprise!” Her mom pressed a button.
Kirsten’s eyes glowed in the mirror, skin pulled back to reveal metal. Every part of her body was a machine.
Her jaw dropped. “I’m a robot?”
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2017
Photo credit Unsplash by Brooke Lark
Happy Independence Day, friends! I hope this post finds you doing something fun to celebrate our nation’s birthday. In the past, our family has celebrated by going to a nearby park to eat a picnic supper and play games with friends, then finishing the night by watching the Lititz fireworks. Alas, we are in a new state, so we shall see what sort of tradition(s) we create to party!
What about you? What is your favorite way to celebrate the Fourth of July?
** Is there a party you attend annually?
** A special dessert or meal that completes the day for you?
** Are you a fan of fireworks?
** Or maybe you like to skip the crowds and just hang out at home with your family and light sparklers before bedtime?
Leave a comment and share how you enjoy celebrating America’s birthday. I’d love to hear what you guys are up to, or what you’ve done in the past. Let’s talk!
Happy celebrating, friends!
Photo credit Unsplash by Cristian Escobar
Gracie watched wax melt down the sides of the candles. Twelve in all. Small puddles formed in the chocolate frosting of the cake, a flicker of the flame as she sighed.
“Make your wish and blow them out,” Aunt Hildy said with a smug smile.
Gracie always wished the same wish. If only it could come true. If only the family wasn’t cursed.
Another sigh. She blew them out with a frown. How many years had she celebrated this birthday?
Her aunt cut the cake as Gracie walked away.
The only wish she had was to turn thirteen.
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2016
Photo cred. Pixabay