I entered a flash fiction writing contest via Twitter. I believe the London Times is running it. I submitted three stories. Want to read them? You do? Okay!
1.”You said you’d always love me.” She smiled, “I do love you.” And then she slit his throat. #tctc
2. The test was positive. She threw the box and its incriminating contents in the trash. She’d be lying for two now. #tctc
3. Watching the flames lick the contents of her office, she began to cough. Ella shut the door. What now, she wondered. #tctc
I liked the exercise. I started coming up with a million characters and scenarios. Made me realize how much I like fiction…my problem though is when I try to write long fictional pieces I just end up printing fucked up shit people have done to me and then invent a monster that eats them. Like this one:
“Fuck NO! If you make me share a bed with that fat ass bitch, I’ll just go to the Taj and play poker all night!”
His girlfriend and cousin laughed.
Stephanie stood quietly outside the hotel room door. She had come to warn them. But now…
She slid the keycard out of the door and walked toward the elevator.
The screams echoing from the room a moment later, told her they already knew.
Nice, right? Problem is they’re all like that. Which, I think is cute when you’re a little kid, but as a grown-up, will elicit the raised eyebrow.
“Really? Another monster?”
“Yeah, she shuffled her feet and walked away.
She stopped and turned around. No, she thought, she will not accept this one quietly.
She cracked open the editor’s office door only to see the soles of his shoes disappear behind the two rows of yellow teeth and drool.
“I’ll…um…come back,” she stammered.