The Cliché Challenge was a little harder than expected. Then again, the others weren’t a piece of cake either. With a maximum word limit of 150 words, I had to cut my original draft by nearly 100 words. And, no matter how much I tried to think of one, it seemed harder to add clichés to the story than just getting on with the tale. This is the latest available challenge from Chris’ website (as of Oct. 2017) and my fifth contribution. If you give any of these a go, I’d like to hear from you and how you got on.
I’ll also be submitting some unpublished ones to competitions to see how they do. I will, in the meantime, be adding to my current list of shorts as well. This will definitely keep me busy.
By Gavin Biddlecombe
Where’d he go? she thought, finishing tying her skates. He’d vanished into thin air. Jane made her way to the ice rink.
“What’re you doing down there?” she laughed, looking over the wall.
“I’m barking up the wrong tree,” he replied. He paused as she stepped onto the ice, sliding across gracefully, “Whereas you take to it like a duck to water.”
“You were chomping at the bit,” she said, skating over.
“I believe” he smiled, “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. Before having the chance to stabilise himself, his legs shot out from under him. Trying desperately to grab him, Jane lost her footing, ending up flat on the ice beside him.
“It goes without saying,” he groaned, “This is very painful”.
“If you think about it, every cloud has a silver lining”.
“Why do you say that?”
“We’ve already got ice for our bumps and bruises”.