Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She finally told me how she got her nickname...
Bile threatened to burst from my throat. I sat, my eyes wide. I should be thrilled or excited or even awestruck. Instead, all I felt was disgust. The story she’d conjured was horrifying.
She sat across from me, waiting for my response.
I grabbed the water and downed the whole glass, hoping to rebuke the vomit that threatened. I should be happy because she finally told me how she got her nickname.
“Uh, that’s great.” I choked.
A smirk crossed her lips. “Don’t think I can’t read you.”
“You can?” I glanced around, hoping for rescue from anywhere.
“Like a book.”
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Flash Fiction - The Thief
Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: I was known for stealing from my friends
Shrieks cut through the room.
“No! This is not going to work!”
I shook my head. This is never going to work. No one is getting along. I grimaced before raising my hand. “I’ll do it.”
“Starla? Not her! We need someone honest to represent us.”
Another voice joined the melee. “Why not? Maybe a thief can con a thief.”
I pursed my lips. My hands clenched into fists. I was known for stealing from my friends. It was never anything big. Practical jokes were my specialty. My lips quirked into a smile. I’ll teach them for doubting my skills…
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: I was known for stealing from my friends
Shrieks cut through the room.
“No! This is not going to work!”
I shook my head. This is never going to work. No one is getting along. I grimaced before raising my hand. “I’ll do it.”
“Starla? Not her! We need someone honest to represent us.”
Another voice joined the melee. “Why not? Maybe a thief can con a thief.”
I pursed my lips. My hands clenched into fists. I was known for stealing from my friends. It was never anything big. Practical jokes were my specialty. My lips quirked into a smile. I’ll teach them for doubting my skills…
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