"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
Metal clad wingtips slice the air low over the grass. Heavy flappings accelerate out of the corners. The final eight circulate a mile of pylons, kicking dust into the air with trailing vacuum. Shouting from the rider behind and a quick one sided spur moves a heaving winged relic closer to second-place. The long neck, witewashed with numbers for the betting spectators, presses against a close ahead hind-quarter.
The area news paper ballyhooed event speeds of well over one-hundred miles in an hour. That was something not a single paying spectator could even fathom. A top-hat and corset-waist filled grandstand stood, gasping in shock, as second-place drove a wingtip hard into the ground around a far pylon with one lap remaining. A gasping, Rotating, stalling dragon had come down with thundering impact and airborne turf before their eyes. It shed scales sliding to a stop with a screaming rider strapped on in shredded leathers, lucky he wasn’t rolled under. Second-place’s new owner surged ahead without gaining on first – paid in full before the race to protect the leader. A promoter’s dream. The winner guaranteed and the spectators have their money’s worth.
(Author’s notes) January 24th, 2016: Autsin, TX
Further storylines develop in my project. This is one of those I feel doesn’t give away the idea, but brings the reader into the era of the world I’m building. I have a decent balance of world and story within. If I can keep from feeling like I’m running the environment a bit light weight, I should be fine. I just hope the story fills out enough. It should. This story concept came from a supporting character’s sub-plot, out of the blue, so what I’m building is on its way and it’s nice to not have to think about it so much.