Flash Fiction Contest

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Below are quickies you can complete to see what flash fiction you can come up with. Choose from the options below.

Have fun and let’s see where this leads.

DON'T BE HESITANT TO WRITE SOMETHING NEW. THIS IS ONLY A FLASH FICTION USING THE PASSAGES BELOW IN THE BEGINNING, MIDDLE OR END OF YOUR SHORT SHORT STORY. REMEMBER - IT IS ONLY 500 WORDS OR LESS.

Thank you for entering.



Rules:

Since these are short and fast, any genre is allowed – I will just have to squint if I come across any dark creations.

Word count is less than 500 words.

Enter the option in the author’s notes.

One entry per person.

You can use the passage at the beginning, the middle or the end of your short short story.

If entering a pre-write, please keep the word count to 500 words or less and ensure that the passage you use is somewhere in your story.



Option 1:
“Write a letter. It’s always write a letter!” he grumbled, as he walked cautiously down the snow driven sidewalk. He had ordered a handbook and it never arrived. It was a very important piece of literature and the only thing customer service advised was to write a complaint. “We all know what happens to complaints. I need that book!”


Option 2:
Alexander looked both ways before taking the left corridor. With his pistol held in front of him, he attempted to watch out for the enemy. The invasion happened two months ago but it had only gotten worse in the days that passed.


Option 3:
I cringed at my image in the mirror, standing in a purple knee length dress I had to wear to the party tonight. It hung off me like a potato sack and covered my curvy features. The only thing it was good for was hiding my holster strap attached securely to my thigh. When I signed up for this job, wearing trash was not in the agenda.


Option 4:
This was nuts! The handle was protruding out of his chest and cool blood oozed down my hand as I kept the blade inside him. What was he made of? His eyes penetrated my soul as my gaze never left his ebony eyes. His lean body stood firm and fighting for his life didn’t seem important to him. He grabbed my firm grip and started to wrench my fingers free.


Option 5:
“The spell didn’t work again. What is the missing ingredient?” Boshart asked the boyish image staring back at him in the mirror. His long, blonde hair classified him as a misfit in the School of Magic Arts among members donning short, black crew cuts. Originality was his motto and he was never one to follow the common rules of the order.


Option 6:
There it was again. We all heard it but no one was making a move. Jeffrey squeezed his glass of Vodka as his conversation faltered. Debra’s eyes darted in my direction as she continued to explain something to Robert, who was oblivious to everything around him. I just stood there myself, listening for when the sound would present itself again.


Option 7:
“Where is the volume on this thing?” he thought, fumbling with his RCA Lyra MP3 player. He had the small, black earphones jammed into his ears while he stood on the side walk at 1am in the morning. Once he adjusted the sound, he took up his walk once again. Unfortunately, he was too immersed in his efforts to know what hit him.


Good luck and thanks for entering.