CONTEST: Write Killer Instinct Flash Fiction with Author S.E. Green

Flash fiction

Ever wanted to write with an author? Well here’s your chance!

Author SE Green  wants your help in writing her next short fiction in the Killer Instinct world. Here’s how it works and what prizes you could win!

Every day you’ll visit these blogs:

killer instinctThe first EIGHT chapters are available on KILLER INSTINCT’s Wattpad. Get to know Lane and her predicament if you dare.

• Shannon will post some opening lines to a short story involving Lane, KILLER INSTINCT’S main character and her adventures. If that’s what you want to call them.

• Readers and aspiring writers will be invited to add the next few lines in the comments section of the blog, which will close at 9 pm EST every night on the blogs participating.

• Shannon and her editor, Patrick at Simon Pulse will pick their favorite and add it to the original opening lines.

• This will then get passed to the next blog and the steps repeated.

• By the end of the blog tour, an entire short story will have been created by Shannon and the fan base.

• This story will be published on Wattpad and Shannon’s website.

• Winners will receive surprise giveaways, ebook of KILLER INSTINCT and a KILLER INSTINCT t-shirt.

** THINGS TO KNOW**

Lane has secrets and uses her mother’s connections to keep tabs on the bad guys. She seeks justice. She seeks truth. Lane’s distance and the ability to observe what others can’t is both her blessing and a curse.

HERE’S WHERE YOUR STORY BEGINS!

I crouch in the darkness, eyeing the alley. Two people climb from a car—one guy and one girl. They each already wear dark jeans and black hoodies.

The guy says something I can’t make out, and the girl nods. Then they both slip on black ski masks and gloves. They’re now dressed similar to me.

The girl slides a knife into a holder strapped to her thigh. The guy wedges a gun into the waist band of his pants. Together they take off down the alley. They get to the end, the girl goes right, and the guy goes left.

I step from the shadows. Which one do I follow?

HOW DO YOU THINK IT CONTINUES? Add your thoughts in the comments (no more than 5 sentences) and we’ll pick a winner tonight at 9pm EST!

Good Luck!

To Pre-order:

READ THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS of KILLER INSTINCT on Wattpad

7 thoughts on “CONTEST: Write Killer Instinct Flash Fiction with Author S.E. Green

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  1. I follow the knife. I see myself in the girl’s every move, what I’d become if I let my urges take control. I rub my fingers across my gloved palm, yearning for that faint smell of shaving cream, the screams that reverberated through my bones—yearning for the weight of that blade in my grasp again. It’s my weapon of choice. I know that now.

  2. My entry is below:

    I decide on the girl, because they’ll most likely meet up again soon. And besides, if the guy does fire his gun, I should be able to keep track of him without too much trouble. Ahead of me, the girl’s clumsy footfalls are fading, and I remind myself not to fall too far behind. Before I’ve taken more than a few long strides in her direction, a guy’s voice, teasing, cuts through the dark.

    “So, Slim, is this what you do every night?”

  3. I decide on the girl, because they’ll most likely meet up again soon. And besides, if the guy does fire his gun, I should be able to keep track of him without too much trouble. Ahead of me, the girl’s clumsy footfalls are fading, and I remind myself not to fall too far behind. Before I’ve taken more than a few long strides in her direction, a guy’s voice, teasing, cuts through the dark.

    “So, Slim, is this what you do every night?”

  4. Lane, get ahold of yourself, follow your best instincts, stay in the shadows. Once you hear the pattern of their footsteps, take a step toward the one that mimics your heart beat; settle in behind and deal with the weapon as you would a deflected blow from your Master Instructor at the West End TaeKwonDo Academy. If you can talk your way out, even better. Your Mother will be so proud.

  5. Neither.

    Two kids looking to knock off the Cigar Hut are not my concern. My thoughts are focused on the two kids who got offed by the pasty-looking man living two floors up. My feet slip inside shoes two sizes too big. The key to trace evidence is making sure it leads in all directions but mine.

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