Recently, I started setting you a Monday challenge. You certainly seem to be enjoying them. Here’s another one for you:
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-200 words with the following three lines in it somewhere. The lines don’t have to follow on from one another:
- The glass smashed to the floor
- He was in love
- Just how was he going to get out of this one?
Here is last week’s challenge:
You had 200 words in which to write a story featuring the following two lines:
I hadn’t thought that would happen. So what was I going to do now?
Thank you to those of you who sent in the pieces you worked on:
Please click on the following link to see Simon Farnell‘s compelling story:
EDC Writing‘s is brilliant:
I sent the email, I know, I shouldn’t have. Well more a reply to hers, she’d hit me unexpectedly, early morning watching Mo Farah winning the 5000 metres final. In truth a race I hardly saw too caught up in chasing her with words. All I said was I missed her, her beauty her quirky ways … and that she was special, things I’d said before, come on, where did I go wrong?
Within the hour she’d sent back photos, quite a few, most innocent, except one or two. The pole in her bedroom, okay I guess we all exercise, but the tattoo, the last letter of my name clipping her pantie line. Had to be seen to be believed and yes right then I wanted to. I craved to trace the inked label, even though six thousand miles away, my night, her afternoon. A bit of ethereal fun, okay taken a bit too far, no real harm done.
I played it cool, sent back ‘looking good!’ she said ‘I’m on my way’. On the way to where? Bloody hell she’s coming to the UK! I hadn’t thought that would happen. So what was I going to do now?
Rajiv Chopra continues the super saga of Mary Jane Parker!
I am Mary Jane Parker. I am in a dilemma. You know my love – Spiderman.
Recently, I met with two of the cutest characters you could ever have imagined. Their names are Frodo and Samwise. They could very well be characters out of a book. They have this obsession with mushrooms, and pipes! Their feet are furry, and they do talk funny. Dark Lords, and Rings and strange creatures. Such imagination!
They are quaint, but they are so cute and I love to spend time with them. For some reason, I noticed that they seemed to be cold to each other. I wonder why. Really, I wonder why.
Then, there is Spidey. They detest him, and he returns the dislike. Why can’t they hug and kiss like we women do, and just be friends? But no. They must each try to best the other. Each wants to spend time with me alone.
It is flattering, it is, you know, but so stressful indeed.
And now, they are having a duel. Why?
I hadn’t thought that this would happen. So, what was I supposed to do now? A girl just cannot have her hair done in peace. It is so unfair.