Okay, so "The End" felt pretty good when I finished my books. "The End" felt pretty good when I knocked out a few stories I liked. But I've been on a three-week hiatus from finishing anything, and when I put the last period down on "Manning Up", it felt like a major victory. Yes, it's only a piece of flash fiction (850 words). But I wrote it, damnit. From start to finish. Whew.
Evan was Evan. Big E. The kid who took every dare and peeked around every corner without thought to what might be snarling around the other side. He started small: a fingernail. Eyes closed. A grunt.
I'll just let you use your imagination as to what the dare involved. I started the summer so well...then WHAM! the slacker in me found a way to bubble to the surface. How goes your writing this summer, InterwebTM friends? (or winter for those of you in the southern hemisphere)