42 Words #12

Hi Everyone,

Well here in South Australia its been a bit of a week, so I’ve loved all the fairy tale stories we’ve had.  Thanks to all who participated and before we step back into the annuals of time and see what Chelsea’s pick of 12 has cast forth, let’s go and peruse the offerings for this week.

Ramya from My Musings

Dave from MMA Storytime

Jenna from Raspberry Ripples

Lady Lewis

Ok, so this week I want you all to take a deep breath, for we are all going for a stroll outside our comfort zone with Chelsea’s choice of number 12, but don’t despair because I’m going to incredibly leniant with the definition for this week’s theme of …

HISTORICAL FICTION

So, what exactly is historical fiction?  Well I turned to our old friend google and found this definition:

Historical fiction is a literary genre in which the plot takes place in a setting located in the past. … An essential element of historical fiction is that it is set in the past and pays attention to the manners, social conditions and other details of the depicted period.

As I suspect this might prove a tricky one I have decided that historical fiction can’t be anything from the last week, everything else is historical, so don’t despair, capture a moment and tell us a tale, but remember to keep it brief, I suspect 42 words will be a relief.

Now let me say thanks to Dave, Charles, Ramya  for answering my unsubtle call, for now we have three more choices in the kitty.  Ramya’s 20, Dave’s 38 and Charles’ 15 but I am always happy to accept more suggestions so keep them coming please.

Also please let me know in the upcoming week’s if you want a prompt on the 20th of December.  I am more than happy to post if there will be participants.

GONE	2	GONE	GONE	GONE	6	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
15	16	GONE	GONE	19	20	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	25	GONE	GONE	GONE
29	30	31	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
36	GONE	38	39	GONE	GONE	GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

Don’t shut your eyes when the bullets fly.

Billy had never been one to shy away from danger but as Will lifted his revolver he smiled confidently, hiding his doubts.

As Will fired Billy tried not to flinch.

A thud, a yell, Will’s bulletproof vest had saved his life.

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