Quite some time ago, a friend and fellow author (Hi Naughty ;) started a contest. The goal of it was to write a story, 500 - 700 words long, on werewolves. Sounds simple enough, right? It is, until you find out you may not use the word werewolf in any way, shape or form. No shapeshifter, no Latin or other languages. The goal is to have the reader know exactly what your story is about, without telling them directly. This is a fantastic exercise on a couple levels, 1)teaches you to trim the fat and get rid of all your excess words, 2)forces you to show, rather than tell.
So, with this in mind, I'd like to challenge you all to try this. Let your imaginations soar.
I am searching for my husband, Jhonas. He disappeared with the scientists who wish to learn the secret of our longevity and strength. They use horrible inhumane methods. So far I have found nothing but whispers; it seems our race is reduced to campfire stories told by children.
I am high in the hills above the city where Jhonas and I watched the first film about our kind in 1935, brought here by rumours circulating about a test facility in this area and the hope that I might find my lost love alive.
