And so it begins! A fun challenge for myself. A push to practice creativity. A little something to look forward to at the end of the week. Week 1: First mine: Mad Mama (248 words) Synopsis: Mad Mama will have her way with the microwave. The real question: which Mad Mama wins in the end?…
Tomorrow, I bring you the first in a series of Micro-Flash Fiction prompts. I’ll start with an item from my writing game box, use it with some parameters for anyone who wants to end the week with some flash fiction fun: genre, an item and a situation.
Thursday I gave in. I got YET ANOTHER email from NYC Midnight about the Flash Fiction Challenge this past weekend. I’m in a writing group, in which about half of us are dedicated NYCM writers. I was not writing this time. Nope. NOOOO. Not me. Busy summer with kiddos, business, working on edits for my…
This was me, today at one o’clock. Actually, probably more like ten a.m. See, I signed up for Fiction War (a flash fiction challenge) with all intentions of writing a story! Writing something! And using the $$ I shelled out as incentive to get it done. Sadly, that was money down the drain. One evening…
Always on the outside, looking in. *** The Six Word Story Challenge is hosted by Nicola Auckland. The word/theme of the week is “outcast.” Write your six word story, add it to the comments, post to social media using #sixwordstorychallenge and don’t forget to come back Thursday to vote!
Jason stopped mid-stride. “Is that a king or a coral snake?” “Red and black means a friendly Jack.” “Don’t be an ass, Drake. No snake is friendly. Answer the question.” “Red and yellow will kill a fellow.” “Well, that thing has red touching black and red touching yellow. So which is it?” Drake shrugged.…
“That’s it.” Bea nodded her head toward the gray block building. “That’s the Med-Lab? It looks deserted.” “Most of the staff go to and from using a tunnel system.” Mac studied the windows, but watching for signs of movement was impossible through the opaque glass. “Do you remember when they change shifts?” “No. All…
Her mouth twisted in jagged lines, chin and cheeks fractured in the reflection. Seven years bad luck. It’s already been eight. Elaine raised her glass to her lips. Ice cubes rattled against the crystal and rainbows glinted off the beveled squares that wrapped around the tumbler. She drew in a mouthful of bitter, honey-colored…
“Your throne, Your Majesty!” The duke bowed and duchess curtsied. The king gazed at the perch across the moat. Light glimmered off the gilded royal seat. Rubies encrusted in the high back sparkled. “How shall I get there?” The duke stepped back and gestured to the gleaming horse and carriage, both draped in the ornate dressings of the…
The metal creaked under her feet. “Are you sure this is the only way?” The younger girl glanced back. “We’re not far now.” An unnatural quiet surrounded them. Mac focused on each footstep and the pressure she put on the ancient steel beams. Most were decaying from rust, revealing gaps to the ground and…
VCE Chemistry teacher in Melbourne, Australia
a 100-word story every day
The website of Christopher Iacono
The Mom Who Runs: 