Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Prompt: Another year of that and she was sure she’d go mad.
Another year of that and she was sure she’d go mad. She was so tired of all the clingy, neediness of Scott. It was so hard for her to believe that one man could be so helpless. Perhaps he acted that way on purpose, assuming that she liked feeling needed. To a certain extent she did, but this was above and beyond what was necessary and what was called for in a normal, healthy relationship.
She was getting to the point where she just wanted to tie him up and leave him in a corner. He wouldn’t be able to bother her anymore and she would release him when she needed him. However, this definitely was not a healthy response to her problem, no matter how much the darker part of her personality revealed in the idea.
Drying her hands off on the dishtowel by the sink, she resolved to deal with the insanity of her pointless relationship before it infected her. She was a strong, determined woman who did not need people like Scott in her life bringing her down.
The object of her derision sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, idly watching television. This was where he was usually found. Of course he didn’t have a job, there wasn’t a job out there that was just the right fit for him, so he said. Joanna wanted to call him out on it, thinking he was far too comfortable on her couch to really try to find a job.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 43
Here's my older entries in the #5MinuteFiction contest hosted by Leah Petersen
Ariel sat despondently on her barstool while she played with the straw of her drink. This place held such great memories for her and now, they had been tarnished by his actions. It was all his fault. Why did he have to say those things to her, here of all places? He could have easily have discussed this with her in some place more private.
He knew what he was doing, by staging it at Ariel’s favorite pub. John was an evil man and he wanted to ruin the one last happy thing she had left. He had taken everything else, her job, her friends, even her family. He had insinuated himself so tightly into her life and when he started to tear her down, she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
None of the rumors were true, but no one would believe her. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. How anyone could believe that she would actually cheat on John, no matter how much of an asshole he was, was beyond her. She would never do that. Even after she discovered how truly heinous he was, she still would not have cheated. Ariel was merely biding her time until she could completely extricate herself from his clutches.
And now, he did that most efficiently and cruelly. The legal papers rested beside her drink on the table. “Petition for Divorce” screamed off the top of the page, letting everyone know what a failure she was.
Prompt: Pub
Ariel sat despondently on her barstool while she played with the straw of her drink. This place held such great memories for her and now, they had been tarnished by his actions. It was all his fault. Why did he have to say those things to her, here of all places? He could have easily have discussed this with her in some place more private.
He knew what he was doing, by staging it at Ariel’s favorite pub. John was an evil man and he wanted to ruin the one last happy thing she had left. He had taken everything else, her job, her friends, even her family. He had insinuated himself so tightly into her life and when he started to tear her down, she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
None of the rumors were true, but no one would believe her. He had everyone wrapped around his fingers. How anyone could believe that she would actually cheat on John, no matter how much of an asshole he was, was beyond her. She would never do that. Even after she discovered how truly heinous he was, she still would not have cheated. Ariel was merely biding her time until she could completely extricate herself from his clutches.
And now, he did that most efficiently and cruelly. The legal papers rested beside her drink on the table. “Petition for Divorce” screamed off the top of the page, letting everyone know what a failure she was.
Flash Fiction - TuesdayTales - Week 5
I recently found this blog that runs a flash fiction contest. This is the first week for me. :) Seems to be fun so far. Glitter Word
Prompt: Bellweather (and a picture on the blog)
Here's my entry.
Preggo Cravings
The sparks were a bellweather of what was to come. The lights had been getting worse from just a few pin pricks in my field of vision to outright flame like images. Something was definitely wrong with my eyes. Ever since that asteroid landed in our backyard, things have been a bit wonky.
It wasn’t just my vision either. Suddenly, I developed a taste for pickles and mole. I hated pickles and mole. The best was pickles dipped in mole. Something about the vinegary, bitter flavor seemed to do it now. Maybe I was pregnant with an alien baby.
Prompt: Bellweather (and a picture on the blog)
Here's my entry.
Preggo Cravings
The sparks were a bellweather of what was to come. The lights had been getting worse from just a few pin pricks in my field of vision to outright flame like images. Something was definitely wrong with my eyes. Ever since that asteroid landed in our backyard, things have been a bit wonky.
It wasn’t just my vision either. Suddenly, I developed a taste for pickles and mole. I hated pickles and mole. The best was pickles dipped in mole. Something about the vinegary, bitter flavor seemed to do it now. Maybe I was pregnant with an alien baby.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Flash Fiction - 5MinuteFiction - Week 67
Here's my entry for this week's #5MinuteFiction
Not my greatest prompt - but they all can't be winners. LOL
Prompt: I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start.
I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start. There would be some big bang of something exploding or something incredible that would hook the reader in. However, when I looked at this … this crap on my desk, I realized the only thing it would hook would be a nap.
Angrily, I crumbled up the few pages of crap I wrote and threw them into the metal trash can next to my desk. The can was starting to get full from all of the other bits of garbage I had tried to write.
There were so many distractions. First the kids ran in, assuming that if I was home, that meant I was available to them. Then someone would call me or text me … or the time suck of all, someone would mention me on Twitter. If I logged onto my twitter account, an hour would pass before I realized what happened. Once that happened, it was just a free pass to any kind of distraction … blog posts I just HAD to read, the news would be on, my husband would be home from work, the list was never-ending.
Methinks I needed to unplug my computer, grab my notebook, and go to the park to free myself of my home distractions … maybe I could write there and make something blow up … or something worth reading.
Not my greatest prompt - but they all can't be winners. LOL
Prompt: I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start.
I always thought that if I were going to write a novel, this is how it would start. There would be some big bang of something exploding or something incredible that would hook the reader in. However, when I looked at this … this crap on my desk, I realized the only thing it would hook would be a nap.
Angrily, I crumbled up the few pages of crap I wrote and threw them into the metal trash can next to my desk. The can was starting to get full from all of the other bits of garbage I had tried to write.
There were so many distractions. First the kids ran in, assuming that if I was home, that meant I was available to them. Then someone would call me or text me … or the time suck of all, someone would mention me on Twitter. If I logged onto my twitter account, an hour would pass before I realized what happened. Once that happened, it was just a free pass to any kind of distraction … blog posts I just HAD to read, the news would be on, my husband would be home from work, the list was never-ending.
Methinks I needed to unplug my computer, grab my notebook, and go to the park to free myself of my home distractions … maybe I could write there and make something blow up … or something worth reading.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallnege - Week 8
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 8
(I won best use of Star Trek! WOo!)
Prompts: Female, Guns, Odor, Shaggy, SPACE!
“Space, the final frontier … “ the television droned on through the opening credits of the original Star Trek while Lisa slouched on the couch, her eyes glazed over.
While the screen depicted a shaggy and young looking William Shatner traipsing around the universe looking to make as many female conquests as possible, Lisa’s mind was elsewhere.
She kept thinking back to the night before. The night where she first realized that guns have an odor, a metallic smell, a smell that was not pleasant. Lisa shuddered, hoping she’d never have to smell or feel a gun ever again.
(I won best use of Star Trek! WOo!)
Prompts: Female, Guns, Odor, Shaggy, SPACE!
“Space, the final frontier … “ the television droned on through the opening credits of the original Star Trek while Lisa slouched on the couch, her eyes glazed over.
While the screen depicted a shaggy and young looking William Shatner traipsing around the universe looking to make as many female conquests as possible, Lisa’s mind was elsewhere.
She kept thinking back to the night before. The night where she first realized that guns have an odor, a metallic smell, a smell that was not pleasant. Lisa shuddered, hoping she’d never have to smell or feel a gun ever again.
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallenge - Week 9
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 9
Prompts: City, Velvet, Species, Smiles, Erroneous
Their smiles were all firmly in place; smiles that made you think that you were welcome, that you belonged.
That thought was erroneous.
They were always polite to me, but just as quickly, backs were turned and businesses closed when I approached. I held no place here. I was a stranger, a foreigner, not even the same species as everyone else. They never let me forget that difference.
The city had become my refuge, but my prison. I could no more go back to the verdant, velvety hills of my home planet than I could walk freely on this world.
Prompts: City, Velvet, Species, Smiles, Erroneous
Their smiles were all firmly in place; smiles that made you think that you were welcome, that you belonged.
That thought was erroneous.
They were always polite to me, but just as quickly, backs were turned and businesses closed when I approached. I held no place here. I was a stranger, a foreigner, not even the same species as everyone else. They never let me forget that difference.
The city had become my refuge, but my prison. I could no more go back to the verdant, velvety hills of my home planet than I could walk freely on this world.
Flash Fiction - HumpDayChallenge - Week 10
#HumpDayChallenge - Week 10
Prompts: Shrimp, Electricity, Fold, Bury, Pluck
Electricity hummed in the room, a sharp tang followed by a series of pops.
Alex laughed as he switched off the power and collected the puffed shrimp that were hanging from a wire with crispy bits of shell sticking to them.
Phil examined Alex’s handiwork. “That is one way to pluck a shrimp,” he commented.
Alex snickered and folded up the wire he used to fry the shrimp. “I thought it was quite ingenious myself. Kinda like making popcorn.”
“Ooookay,” Phil replied dubiously.
“Yep, now all I have to do is bury the shells in the compost pile. You hungry?”
Prompts: Shrimp, Electricity, Fold, Bury, Pluck
Electricity hummed in the room, a sharp tang followed by a series of pops.
Alex laughed as he switched off the power and collected the puffed shrimp that were hanging from a wire with crispy bits of shell sticking to them.
Phil examined Alex’s handiwork. “That is one way to pluck a shrimp,” he commented.
Alex snickered and folded up the wire he used to fry the shrimp. “I thought it was quite ingenious myself. Kinda like making popcorn.”
“Ooookay,” Phil replied dubiously.
“Yep, now all I have to do is bury the shells in the compost pile. You hungry?”
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