Challenge Fiction


Donna sighed with frustration because her Mercedes was dirty and there was no one on her staff today that could clean it. She walked through the upstairs dining room to get to the maids quarters as she wanted to ask if anyone from her family could come clean the Benz. “Why does this always happen to me?”, she cried as she wallowed is self-pity.


Donna was accustomed to getting what she wanted and felt there was some hierarchy from God that granted the rich certain benefits not allowed to the lesser folks. Her family taught her that and she knew no better.


Lately, her life had been getting very complicated. Donna had no one in her life. She had become rude and obnoxious. Her friends had drifted away; her many male friends wanted her money and its perks but after awhile could not tolerate her moods and demands. Just last night, Lawerence had thrown the many gifts that she used to trap him, right at her face and said, “You are drowning in a sea of materialism and I am not going down with you!” He had been the only one that made her feel good just for who she was. He seemed not to care how much she was worth or what lavish items she bestowed. He loved her but that still wasn’t enough. Always more. Neediness was her general state of being.


Glancing at the ornate living room with some semblance of remaining pride, she asked herself fearfully, “Am I drowning in my stuff?”


“I guess I need to learn to swim because this is mine. All of it!”, she said to herself smugly with a wicked grin.


© Carol Campbell

280 words

Photo Prompt From Michelle at:


“Can you tell her story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words. You pick your poison, poetry or story. Please don’t forget to, mention this post in yours, and link back here i.e. include a link to this post in your post on your blog, so we can check out your work. Happy writing guys, have fun, I look forward to reading what you all come up with.”

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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