#5MinuteFiction: Week 202 Contest Winner!

#5MinuteFiction Contest winner!What a fun prompt we had this week – so many of the entries could easily be developed into intriguing stories! Congratulations to this week’s winner, Ariel Rae (@randomness1228)! She wins bragging rights for the week as well as free copies of T.E. Sharpe‘s Pax Lorem and Pax Contentio (with great thanks to the author for coming out to play with us)!

Here is Ariel’s winning entry:

Ariel Rae, @randomness1228

Derek shut his door firmly and let his backpack drop off of his shoulders with a feeling of relief. This was the day he’d waited nine months for!

“Last day of school,” he whispered to himself, determining to never forget this feeling of absolute freedom.


“Derek, get down here,” growled an unpleasant voice, which was a quality shared by the owner.

Derek slunk down the steps to see his stepfather pointing at the car parked in the driveway.

“I see you’ve forgotten that I’m still the man of this house?” he asked, but there was no curiosity in the question.

Derek almost laughed. “The man of the house? What have you been drinking, Frank?” He held his hand up. “No, I don’t want to know. Look, just give me a minute, I’ll move the car.”

“I’ll give you a minute,” Frank agreed.

Derek pulled his keys out of his pocket and headed for the front door. It wasn’t until he was backing his car up that he saw the paper stuck on the back windshield.

He put the car in park and got out to look at it. As soon as he picked it up, he smelled a distinctive aroma that only belonged to the super friendly, but very elusive Lacey.

What did she want with his car? She hadn’t noticed him all year!

On the paper was what looked like it could be a map if it had directions. Or street names. Or landmarks.

All it had was a big star on one intersection.

Derek squinted at the map, and the smell triggered a memory. A specific place. The streets could have matched up perfectly. But she didn’t know about that. No one did.

He frowned and jumped back into the car. No one knew about that place because it spelled certain destruction for everyone except him.

He’d spent a lifetime getting away, and he wasn’t about to let this stupid map take anyone he knew.

Wendy Strain

My entire life is full of writing and creativity. Whether copywriting for exciting new projects, crafting web content for creative companies, ghostwriting, editing, coaching, or exploring my own imagination as a fiction writer, I am constantly engaged in stretching boundaries and exploring possibilities.

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