Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

Not-Entirely-Serious Wantonly-Rule-Breaking Adverb Writing Challenge

An unusual writing challenge at Chris Fielden’s site. To write a 100 word story with as many adverbs in it as you can manage. Every 100 stories he gets he is publishing as an anthology and any money raised is going to First Story.

Here’s mine:

Terribly Tasty Torso

Claire wishfully looked at Dave’s beautifully sculpted body, laid out lifelessly on her mum’s bed. Unabashedly, she gracefully ran her stylishly manicured fingers through the hairs on his manly chest. “Such a waste,” she muttered mournfully.

“Can’t be helped,” said her mother briskly, in a ruthlessly matter of fact voice. “Regretfully our needs heavily outweigh his. Are you ready?”

Claire nodded remorsefully. Staring at Dave’s brutally battered body, she hungrily parted her lips exposing two extremely sharp fangs. Her mother briskly stepped alongside her. Quickly and effortlessly the  women savagely tore at the terribly tasty torso in front of them.

MikeJackson©2017

Another Burial

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I buried him again today. Deeper this time.

I even backfilled the hole with some expansive cement, the sort that doesn’t shrink during hardening but actually expands a little over time. I know that may sound extreme but these were desperate times.

Each time he turns up he looks a little more decomposed but you can still clearly see the hole in his head where I shot him.

I know what game he’s playing. Reckons the guilt will eat away at me and I’ll confess.

That’s not going to happen.

I’ll just keep digging deeper holes and get in more cement.

MikeJackson©2017

Dictionary Stories

dictionary-390055_1280Jez Burrows writes ‘Dictionary Stories’. These are very short stories composed entirely of example sentences, drawn from a variety of dictionaries, with nothing added except the odd conjunction or preposition.

I thought I’d have a go. Seemed it could be fun – and it was.

The underlined words are the words I looked up in the dictionary to find my ‘example sentences’. (I used the online Oxford English Dictionary)

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Before long the story spread throughout the city of the crazy man who had purchased a dream. His fellow officers regarded him with awe as some sort of genius. He now wants to be the father of the nation, a unifying figure. There’s something very scary about him but I could not turn him away, for he was family. Sometimes being your brother‘s keeper is no walk in the park.

MikeJackson©2017

 

It Can’t Be

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“She’s in the third room along on the front sir.

“Good work Jones. We know this Goldilocks character is responsible for the Dumpty murder and the massacre of the Bear family and I’d bet my pension she knows what happened to the Gingerbread Man. All we need now is to find out who her boss is. Anybody with her?”

“Yes sir. The owner of the black car parked out front went up to her room five minutes ago. The car’s registered to a Miss Muffet.“

“Miss Muffet! It can’t be. What the hell is the head of MI6 doing here?”

MikeJackson©2017

A 100 word story for this week’s prompt over at Friday Fictioneers.

Going Out

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

“We going out today Mabel?”

“Don’t think so George. I’ve had a quick peek up above and there was quite a frost last night. Looks like winter is on its way. You know how the cold gets into these decaying bones of mine. So I thought we’d stay in, make the most of this warm soil left over from those hot summer days we’ve had this year. Might go out tonight.”

“That would be nice love. We could sit on the bench the kids had dedicated to us and watch the stars. Just like we did when we were alive.”

MikeJackson©2017

A 100 word story for this week’s prompt from Friday Fictioneers.

The Three Bears

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

OK, I admit I was at the house. I was just passing and saw the door open  and popped in. And yes I ate the porridge and may have accidentally broken one of their lousy chairs. Sure they were a bit angry when they came back and caught me napping in the kids bed, and we may have exchanged a few heated words, but you’ve got to believe me Inspector, when I left that place they were all very much alive. I’m telling you, as God is my witness, I know nothing about any poisoned pizza and three dead bears.

MikeJackson©2017

A 100 word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

Can Women Read Maps?

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I fluttered my eyelashes as Sidney spread the map out on the table. What a bore this man was! Had we only been married three days, it felt like forever. Beneath my practised sweet smile I gritted my teeth and thought of his money.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well enough for this my precious, you look a little pale?”

“I’m sorry Sidney, being close to you my darling always makes me feel  a little light-headed. Please go on.”

“I was just saying, my dearest, this is a map. Don’t look so worried, I wouldn’t expect you to understand it or be able to follow it, I just wanted to show you the route I’ve planned for our little excursion this afternoon.”

“Oh Sidney, you are so clever.”

I snuggled up closer and gave him another of my girly looks. Sidney carried on.

“Well my precious, if you look carefully you will see that parts of the map are coloured blue, that’s the sea. This wiggly black line is the route we will take along the coastal path. I’m not going too fast for you sweetheart, am I? You look a little puzzled. Probably best we leave it at that for now.”

I squeezed his arm and thanked him for his kindness.

Stupid man! If only he knew of the hours I’d spent studying this map. I had a clear picture of the route we would be taking. Even more important – I knew exactly where poor Sidney was going to have his fatal accident.

MikeJackson©2017