Monday Motivations

I’m feeling a little sluggish today after a writers’ weekend so if you’re anything like me, you need that extra something to get you going. Here’s a challenge to help you on your way:

Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-200 words with the following two lines in it somewhere:

And to think he’d thought it was a bomb. No, it was something far worse.

Here is your challenge from last week:

Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-250 words with the following line in it somewhere:

He didn’t want to turn around; he knew just what he’d see and he could face anything but that.

You came up with some very inventive ideas:

I don’t know how Rajiv Chopra keeps coming up with something so brilliant for his Mary Jane series!:

As the car sped away into the distance, a lone figure sat atop a tower, looking on at the vanishing tail lights, a grim expression on his face. They had gone, and he would have to start all over again. It had been a long, successful partnership as lovers, and as partners in crime. But now, it was over, and he needed a new partner. She could be the one, he thought, but he had to be sure. He always had to be sure, even when he was certain.

He sat there and laughed silently, and then a bit more, his body shaking with laughter.

Outwardly, he was a successful businessman. There was another persona that he often donned, with some rare degree of success – a crime fighter. In the tradition of the old, aging superheroes, he gave himself a name. The Dark Knight, is what they had called him.

Yes, he loved that name. The Dark Knight, the Batman. In reality, all he had done, was to clear the city of criminals, so that Harley Quinn and he could rake in the millions, and continue their career in crime. That sniveling Joker was just their pawn.

That’s when he heard her laugh. He didn’t want to turn around; he knew just what he’d see and he could face anything but that.

Her face.

Poison Ivy stood behind him, laughing as she twined her body around him. “It’s our turn now,” she said, licking his neck.

Steve Walsky posted his very entertaining interpretation on his website. Please click on the following link to read it:

If you like a story with a twist, please read the wonderful Geoff Le Pard‘s story:

Simon Farnell has posted a gripping story for you to read:



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7 Responses to Monday Motivations

  1. What a wonderful challenge, I shall come back to you later and have a go!

  2. Rajiv says:

    Bloody Hell! This is some challenge!

  3. Rajiv Chopra says:

    Can’t say it is my best…. but…
    His knees seemed to creak as he rose. Damn, he thought. “I ain’t old, so why do these bloody things creak?”. It had to be all the injuries he had been through. But he, The Joker, was indestructible., How could his knees creak? Damn. Damn, damn and damnation. He was becoming predictable, and this could not be allowed. That damn Batman. He thought that he, The Joker, did not know about him and Harley? Why, it was he who had planted Harley in Batman’s bed, with the view to eventually duping him. But she – she – faithless woman that she was, had decided to run off with Mary Jane.
    A month had passed, and they had made progress. They seemed to have arrived at a place where the two women had been. Yes, they were on the trail.
    They arrived at a hotel, and walked to the reception. A box was waiting for him. He grabbed it and, walked out into the dark night, to look inside. But wait. Maybe, a bomb was inside. No. She would not do that to him. Would she?
    He opened it. And to think he’d thought it was a bomb. No, it was something far worse. The joke seemed to be on him. The Joker screamed into the dark, and the passers by thought that they saw a crazy man, with a red mouth and white, pasty face screaming with laughter.

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