Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 20. Cheater (209 words) “Henry. Henry!” She stumbled forward, her heel catching on the carpet edge and sending her colliding against his frame. “Ethel, you’re drunk.” Henry’s thin frame stiffened as she hurtled against him. He lightly pressed her back into a standing position, his fingers recoiling from…
Originally posted on Flash! Friday:
WELCOME TO FLASH! FRIDAY! This week was such a riot!! Congratulations again to our two Golden Ticket winners, Becky Conway & Geoff Holme. (E-chocolate for everybody!) This week also marked the debut of our brand new occasional contest, Flash Dash, in which the prompt goes up and you’ve got just THIRTY MINUTES to…
Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 17. Pride and Precious Steps 209 words Sweat slipped between my shoulder blades, forming a streamlined army of droplets cascading along the curve of my spine before halting at the line of my waist band. The sun’s rays pounded my shoulders, my arms, the sand and therefore, my feet, for…
The NYC Short Story Competition results from round 1 were posted at 0030 on Thursday, March 12. Out of the 30 writers in my heat, I placed second! WOO-HOO! This meant I moved on with four others from that heat (and another two hundred thirty-five writers total) to round 2 of competition, with a new genre,…
Originally posted on Flash! Friday:
**NOTE** Flash! Friday is on Washington, DC time, which means we’ve changed clocks for Daylight Savings. ** WELCOME!! What a fabulous week it’s been — if you didn’t catch superfreelancer Carol Tice‘s interview, chock-full of meaty publishing/marketing advice, be sure to do so (here)!!! — and I’m still rolling in laughter…
‘Freedom’ Sara Tranum @sara_tranum 204 words His approach was rapid. I’d been outside the gates no more than a minute, pausing behind the rock in the shade to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. The sounds of frogs and insects near the water were disturbed by the swishing in the long grass, the…
“M-U-N-C-H-E-R…double letter M, double word, bonus for using all seven letters…seventy-seven points!” “No way, muncher is not a word,” grumbled Sam, his grey eyes narrowing as he glared at the Scrabble board. “Oh? Is that a challenge, sir?” Leaning forward and cocking my head slightly to the right, I leveled my eyes to his and…
VCE Chemistry teacher in Melbourne, Australia
a 100-word story every day
The Mom Who Runs: 