What do you think of the new site design? Is it easier to find what you’re looking for? That was the intent, so if it isn’t working, please let me know. Remember, if you’re looking for this week’s prompt, scroll to the bottom of the post.
Trying to get all the new changes to work, I didn’t do as well of a job in promoting the contest this week, but thank you to those of you who wrote to find out more about it and expressed interest in coming out next week. Big thanks also to those of you who submitted their stories:
- Up the Dosage by Katheryn Avila (@katheryn_avila)
- Muramasa the Soul Slayer by Nick Carter (@Nobackstreetboy)
Voting between these two was evenly matched and ya’ll forced me to develop a tie-breaker rule on the fly. For the time being, I employed the #5MinuteFiction standard, though I’m willing to change that if you’d like to make some suggestions. In the end, the decision fell to Up the Dosage by Katheryn Avila (@katheryn_avila) because it seemed more original Congratulations! I’ll be adding your link to our winner’s circle and sending you your badge linked to this post in just a bit. Here is the winning entry:
Up the Dosage
by Katheryn Avila (@katheryn_avila)
The ceiling tiles stared back at me in the dark – mocking me. Had it really already been seven years? I thought back to that night, the night I lost everything. Could you lose something you couldn’t remember having, though? I’m not sure. Try as I might, I couldn’t picture anything before that day, before running in those woods.
Orderlies outside my room spoke in hushed tones. They were always careful not to let me hear them, though I wasn’t quite sure why. I wasn’t dangerous – usually – and it had been a while since my last episode.
A faint beep distracted me from my thoughts, bringing my attention to the small LED on my bracelet. It blinked green three times, before flashing blue. A sting on the inside of my wrist later, I felt the warmth of the delimiter drug, and the almost instantaneous haziness that accompanied it. My entire body relaxed, eyelids drooping. The voices grew louder – they had opened my door and turned on the light.
“How are you feeling, Jenna?” Quite suddenly, the voice was beside me, her index and middle fingers pressed lightly to my neck as she checked her watch.
“Tired. Time for my appointment already?” As my vision re-focused, my mind adjusted to seeing through the haze.
“Yes. We should hurry, while your dose is still fresh.” She helped me stand and, despite my condition, it was clear she felt vulnerable. None of the orderlies felt safe around me – and for good reason.
“Don’t worry. I’m not agitated, or tense. As long as nothing triggers me, and the medicine is effective, I’m harmless.” I attempted to smile, though I wasn’t sure it was comforting. She didn’t respond, instead shooting a glimpse at the other orderly, a man, who stood outside my room. I guessed she pulled the short straw, if that look was anything to go by.
Soon enough we were in front of an office, the door a rectangle of foggy, fractal-looking glass encased in a wooden frame. My escort knocked on the door before I could, and a moment later we were greeted by Dr. Ortiz, the man assigned to my case.
“Just in time, Jenna, come in. Linda, you may go. I’ve got Ted and Frank here to help me.” His smile was friendly, though not for my benefit.
Her relief was almost tangible as she left, closing the door behind me.
Yelling. The dry snapping of wooden furniture. I tasted iron. Dr. Ortiz choked on nothing as he floated in midair before me.
When I awoke again, I was back in bed, though this time I was strapped in, and the voice I heard was Dr. Ortiz. Disheveled, he stood beside me, observing another man – a delimiter technician – as the latter made adjustments to my bracelet, my dosage. My head felt like it split in two, and was slowly, painfully, coming back together. I needed to learn control – and extra doses weren’t helping.
New Contest Prompt
Now for the part you’ve been waiting for, this week’s prompt! We’ve explored perspective and motivation plus NaNo kicks off on Saturday. Before we launch full-tilt into our writing month, we really should have a clear idea of our antagonist. For this week’s story, give us an action scene as told from the perspective of your villain. Don’t forget to invite your friends and add your story to the call for entries post on Friday before 5 pm.