100 Days, 100 Micros

So, to help kick start as well as maintain those creative juices, I've decided to engage in a new writing exercise. Every day for the next one hundred days, I am going to write a new micro fiction piece of approximately 100 words, and then post it here on the blog. I know that by doing so, they will be considered reprints if I were to attempt subbing them anywhere at a later time, but let's face it, most of them are going to be crap and thus, unworthy of such efforts. I'm sure this little endeavor will eclipse Sturgeon's Law and result in a 99 percentage rate of pure suckage. Still, an idea or two might be gleaned from this project for future expansion. We'll see. Here goes.

Micro 001/100
"Dead-Light District" - 100 words

As the taxi roars away, Sharon realizes it has deposited her five blocks from her destination. She rolls her eyes. Some cabbies refuse to get anywhere near this section of town, especially once darkness falls. She’s lucky tonight’s driver was willing to come this far.

Already her arrival has attracted unwanted attention. A few of the zombies that infest this area come shambling towards her out of the dark. Reaching into her purse, she withdraws the handgun. Making sure it’s loaded, she begins her trek through the dirty streets.

The commute may suck, but at least her rent is cheap.