But I Smile Anyway…

Sacha has introduced a twist this week, with her #Writespiration prompt… read on to find out!

Write a piece of fiction with the most superbad villain you can in exactly 208 words.

Because this competition will run for four weeks, and writespiration this year is 52 words in 52 weeks, I’ve added all four weeks word counts together. So you will have EXACTLY 208 words to write this story/villainous piece of flash.

What am I looking for?

A seriously kick-ass villain. That’s it. It can be a short story, poetry, flash, or even an excerpt from an unpublished story. But it has to be about a villain and it must be 208 words exactly.

How To Enter:

Send your entry with your name, website (if you have one) email address, twitter handle if you have one, postal address for the signed copy to sachablack@sachablack.co.uk

Your entry piece should be in a word document, with a title. Please note, the title is not included in the 208 words.

Ok, so I am not the best villainous writer, but here is my take!

Serena’s Secret

Pushing the final bolt in place, Serena turned and leant against the door.

Finally, she would be able to get to the bash, and claim that award for herself.

There was a banging on the door. “Let me out! Serena! Please! I need to get to London in the next hour!”

“Sorry…” She whispered to the door as she turned on her heels.

The train left at 8.32am.

Sitting in the rocking carriage, she thought back to the day she realised that there was a big chance she wasn’t going to win.

She had been contacting all her friends, telling them to vote for her, and had even made an arrangement with several local businesses who had a plethora of computers. Vote for her and she would offer them free advertising on her blog!

Typical that her main competition happened to be her sister, that they had been put up against each other, and that she has overheard some of Serena’s conversations… She had threatened to tell the organisers about the cheating, and there was no way Serena could risk all her hard work…

Oh well, if Maria couldn’t be there, she would be unable to grass her up.

Meanwhile, Maria took her phone out to call Sacha…