Now (rubs hands together), I can write some short stories. First up to bat: "Climb". I'm about 1,000 words in, and like what's shaping up thus far. The finished product should land around 2500-3000 words.
The elder god, M’bori Sangu, sleeps in his shrine at the center of the plateau. Before each rainy season, the five villages bring their best dishes: spiced yams, ground nut stew, tender mutton. Only two ropes lead to the plateau, and the top climbers—always boys under seventeen years—make the ascent, each carrying a basket of human skulls filled with the delicacies.
Have I mentioned I'm reading a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's short fiction? Man, "The Rats in the Walls" chilled my marrow. I know prevailing wisdom says to write with specific markets (especially anthologies) in mind, but I've never worked that way.