Masha was dizzy. She tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear with a slightly shaking hand and bit her lip. It’s now or never. Bracing herself, she stepped through the door, momentarily blinded by the bright light and deafened by the roar of the crowd.
I wrote this story for the December Science Fiction Microstory Contest. Rules: the story had to be up to 750 words long, introduce a theme of a mind-altering substance or technology and include a grandma or a grandpa and an original pet.
This story I’ve written is the winner of the November Science Fiction Microstory Contest. It had to deal with a change of seasons, mention gemstones and ancestors and be no longer than 750 words. It’s surprisingly difficult to write such a short story, but I had a lot of fun.