Here’s another challenge to help your writing week get underway:
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-100 words with the following line in it somewhere:
If she didn’t stop doing that soon, he was going to kill her.
Last week’s challenge was to write a flash fiction piece of between 50-200 words with the following three lines in it somewhere:
- The glass smashed to the floor
- He was in love
- Just how was he going to get out of this one?
Here are your varied and simply fantastic pieces:
Simon Farnell went over the word limit, but I love his story so I’ll let him off! Please click on the following link to read his story:
Rajiv Chopra brings us another brilliant installment in his Mary Jane series:
His beer spilled. The glass smashed to the floor. That is when I realized it. He was in love. Yes, damn it. Sam was in love with Mary Jane Parker. I do not understand why she encouraged him. Yes, he has been my friend, my companion, my support. However, it was me, Frodo, who was the chosen one. I am the one who was chosen by The Wizard, the Elves and the Dwarves to carry the load, and destroy The Evil One.
Now, I don’t understand why Mary Jane does not see this, and why she laughs at me indulgently when I talk of those days. Sam, when all is said and done, was my gardener.
My gardener. I am the leader. I am The Chosen One.
Then, there is The Spider. As if life was not complex enough, I see no reason for Mary Jane to blush when she sees The Spider. What does he do after all? Fly about and fling webs across the place.
Wait….. There is a solution. I will mend with Sam, and we’ll plot together to bring The Spider down.
Poor Spiderman. A plot was afoot. Just how was he going to get out of this one?
Helen Jones joined in. Please click on the following link to read her cleverly woven story:
Sarah Brentyn felt motivated to write an intriguing piece:
EDC Writing sent in a stunning piece:
He held her in the shower, the door he broke down scorched. The adjacent window breathed flames, the glass smashed to the floor. Her naked body clung to his singed chest, he was in love, he bore the pain of seared skin on a back she’d never see. A sudden rush, red machine pumped water soaked the walls, their smoke screen held no more. Masked faces spared her modesty, their looks of awe for him. All thought ‘just how was he going to get out of this one?’ then all realised, it hadn’t crossed his mind, his body given up to shield, his last breath to pray ‘please let her live well beyond this day.’
Murray Clarke brings last week’s challenge to a close with his entertaining story:
Jason hadn’t noticed the girl. She was carrying a glass of champagne. He was walking across the room precariously balancing a tray of freshly-poured wine and beer.
It was a Friday evening. Last day of the month. Pay day. The bar was packed to breaking point with thirsty people with only one thought on their minds – to get drunk. To be fair, it was his fault. He wasn’t looking where he was going. They collided head on in the middle of the room. The tray tipped alarmingly from side to side, but somehow not a drop of liquid was spilt. She was not so lucky and the glass smashed to the floor, the champagne spilling all over her designer dress.
“I’m so sorry…” Jason began, and looked up to see her face for the first time. She was beautiful. A goddess. He was in love.
Jason put the tray down and instinctively reaching forward, started to wipe the front of her dress. She leapt back in horror and slapped his face which was rapidly turning a deep shade of crimson. He realised how inappropriate his action had been.
Just how was he going to get out of this one?