Sunday Flash Fiction Special #3

Each Sunday in April, I’m posting a piece of 100-word flash fiction I wrote for a Janet Reid writing contest (see HERE for the full explanation). Here’s this week’s:

THE BESTIES WRITING CONTEST

(January 19, 2012)

Must include: Red, Fold, Chaos, Bent, Chasm

My entry:

I pushed open the familiar red door of the betting shop.

“The last time,” I told myself as I stood in line. I re-read my tip. Ten-to-one odds. I pulled out my bill fold—the last remains of the empty chasm that is my bank account.

“You’re bent on self-destruction,” my wife had told me when she walked out. Ten-to-one odds on fixing the chaos of my life.

“The last time,” I muttered, approaching the counter.

“Which horse, Steve?” said the bookie.

“The two-thirty,” I said pushing the last of my savings toward him. “All that on The Last Time.”

See you tomorrow for my “R” story…

Query

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Query

Dear Ms. Price:

Angela was a hard-nosed literary agent with a flair for snark, and a rejection count as large as the national debt. Then she received the query she couldn’t turn down. The email threatened her life if she didn’t say yes, and the sender had attached the 150,000 word manuscript. There was no name at the bottom, just the signature, “I know where you live.”

TWO DAYS TO LIVE tells the story of Angela’s search for the writer who would try to kill her—and probably will. The 150,000 word manuscript is attached.

I know where you live.

Check back on Monday for R…

Paper

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Paper

I glance at the clock. Two hours to go, and I’m not even half-way done. My fingers cramp from holding this pen. I try to work through the pain, but my mind keeps wandering to a place where forms are digital, automated, and take seconds to complete…

… like in the old days… back when we had computers… before the anti-tech revolution.

It was supposed to make life purer. Less complicated. Fifty years on, and the revolutionaries are waiting on their Social Security checks.

Waiting on me finishing these forms…

…. that would have been done weeks ago with computers…

Check back tomorrow for Q…

Onions

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Onions

“Why?” said Andrea for the n-teenth time. I wanted to answer, but between her bouts of ugly-sobbing I didn’t stand a chance. Then, at last, after about half an hour, she stopped.

“Because he’s a guy,” I said.

“And all guys are stupid!” she replied.

“No. Guys are onions.”

Andrea rubbed her puffy eyes and stared at me.

“You think you know them,” I explained. “Then you peel a layer, and you find something new. Then you peel another layer… then another… You’ve got to peel the layers to really know a guy.”

“Yes–and I always end up crying!”

Check back tomorrow for P…

Novice

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Novice

I gave the man a benign smile from within my hood. The large cassock sleeves hid my sweaty palms. I had practiced many times; but this was for real.

We walked to the small chapel, and I ushered him inside. He knelt at the rail, and I came alongside him. I crossed myself. He glanced sideways.

“What now?”

“I have a message from Kallen,” I said, slipping my right hand into my left sleeve. Three thuds to the chest. The man fell.

I don’t know what scared me more: that it was my first hit, or that I enjoyed it.

Check back tomorrow for O…

What’s Up Wednesday

I’m using the paper airplane picture for this week’s WUW since we’ve been treated with a cold spell in the weather. It was wet and windy last night, with lows in the 30s, and the high today is supposed to be in the 50s. I know, that’s t-shirt and shorts weather for some of you, but we’ve been in the 70s and 80s for the last week, so it’s a bit of a change. Oh well–it’s only for a day or so. At least that’s what they tell us…

What I’m Reading

Still WAR AND PEACE. I need to take a day to do nothing but read so I can get through it a little quicker. I’m not sure when that will happen.

What I’m Writing

Editing on the novel continues, and I try to stay focused on that as my writing project for the month. I was hoping to be querying by the end of the month, though I’m not sure that’s going to work out. Early May might be more realistic. We’ll see. It’ll be soon, anyway.

What Inspires Me Right Now

Honestly, my flash fiction. Some of the stories I’m posting this month aren’t that bad (if I say so myself), and I really appreciate the nice comments and encouragements. My favorite of these 26 100-word stories will post on Saturday. If you don’t read any of the other stories, read that one.

What Else I’ve Been Up To

Nothing strange or startling. Work, family, church, and discovering new blogs and blog friends via the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge. That’s been cool.

How’s your week been? If you want to participate in this meme, see the blogs of co-founders Jaime Morrow and Erin Funk for details and the linky list of other WUW-ers to visit.

Matriculation

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Matriculation

Tarren watched as Dr. Schultz pulled up his data sheet.

“Straight A’s,” Schultz said, his dark eyebrows frowning.

“I tried,” Tarren said, his nerves choking the words from his mouth.

“Clearly.” Schultz rolled his eyes.

“Ah, some trouble with computers?”

“Yes,” Tarren barely said.

“Altered the grades…?”

Tarren blushed.

“Coded a virus that took down the entire network a year later?”

“I can explain…”

Schultz held up a hand.

“Then hacked into the FBI and nearly started war with Iran?”

“I—I—You see…”

But Schultz was smiling.

“I think you’ll do well here, Mr. Kaine. Welcome to Villain University.”

Check back tomorrow for N…

Luge

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Luge

“What good are you, Hypnos?” I turn over in my bed, ignoring Zeus, which stirs his ire. “You’ll never be an Olympian,” he screams, “you lazy—”

He kicks my bed frame. Suddenly I’m sailing through the open doorway. My bed lands with a thump on the side of the mountain. And then it starts to roll. I hang on for dear life, using my body to steer the bed away from rocks, trees, animals.

It finally slows to a halt at the foot of the mountain. I’m wide awake, my heart pounding like I’ve been running. Like an athlete…

Check back tomorrow for M…

Sunday Flash Fiction Special #2

Each Sunday in April, I’m posting a piece of 100-word (or fewer) flash fiction I wrote for a Janet Reid writing contest (see HERE for the full explanation). Here’s this week’s:

THE TWICE IS NICE ALAFAIR BURKE WRITING CONTEST

(July 26, 2013)

Must include: Art. Jersey, Lily, Double, Kiss

My entry:

I’m so sleepy, the bird crap on my lily pad is the double of a painting in a New Jersey art gallery—the one where I met the girl who changed me. How was I to know she was a witch? Now I dread French accents and the smell of garlic.

My stomach lurches as I’m whipped up in a small hand.

“Put that down!” a man says, and the hand does, but not before planting a kiss on my head.

“That’s my princess,” I hear the voice say before I drop below the water’s surface.

I can’t breathe…

See you tomorrow for my “L” story…

Knight

For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…

Knight

Mark offers to walk me home. I decline.

“Beware of The Knight!” he says. I laugh. Ghost stories. Maybe that’s why I’m walking through Kelemen Woods. Silly fables from rustling leaves, moonlit shadows, and wild imaginations.

Footsteps. I keep walking.

Someone’s breath close behind me. I walk faster.

A glint of silver in the corner of my eye. I jog.

Someone screams. I run.

I don’t look back. I run until I’m inside my house. In my room. In my bed.

But the biggest scare comes the next day. The newspaper headline reads:

“Serial rapist found decapitated in Kelemen Woods.”

Check back on Monday for L…

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