Category Archives: Microfiction

OOPS! We Did It Again!

Hello! Here’s another little shudder of micro fiction inspired by the delightful @ReeDwithaBee and her ear! No, that sounds weird, let me try that again. This one’s inspired by the delightful Ree and her ear for the conversations surrounding her on her commute, as well as her unerring instinct for making an excellent story out of these random prompts. She and I have done this dance before, and the first of her own eavesdropping-inspired stories (as well as a more coherent explanation of what we’re doing) can be found here. My own take on those initial prompts is elsewhere on this blog.

And now, wonderfully, we have a new set of prompt words, and Ree has come up with a acronym for our endeavours, namely OOPS (Occasional Overheard Prompts for Stories). Ree’s newest piece is now on her blog, and excitingly, another player has joined the game, the splendid @whithernow, and you can enjoy her story here.

So … the prompts for our latest 99 word tales (the default length for stories) are, in no particular order:

dead end
cheese
bell
perks
passion

And here we go …

I SCREAM

Selling ice creams at the beach might have been a dead end job, but it had its perks. Pretty girls in bikinis ran to his van as soon as they heard the bell in the summer air. The girl now awaiting her passion fruit swirl idly plucked at a sunburnt shoulder while she waited, and he imagined what he’d do to her when the sedative in the sprinkles took effect, and his blowtorch would tan that skin into something like melted cheese. He watched her walk back to the beach, then sat and waited for the night to come.

Thanks for reading!


Midnight Snack

A breath of fiction that evolved from a Twitter chat with the delighful @ReeDwithaBee and the splendid @dee_lancaster. The conversation began as a comparison of the commutes to work we all take, but took an unexpected turn when @ReeDwithaBee mentioned what a wonderful opportunity such journeys provide for eavesdropping, or, to use the term that writers insist upon when we’re accused of listening in, Research. @ReeDwithaBee offered a few of the random conversational threads that she’d heard, and came up with the brilliant observation that their very randomness reminded her of the prompts from @storybandit (if you’ve never seen @storybandit, then I thoroughly recommend taking a look – lots of great prompts and great microfiction to be found there). Anyway, ultimately we decided to challenge each other to write a 99-word story in the spirit of the @storybandit prompts, and the words that emerged from @ReeDwithaBee’s excellent eavesdropping skills were:

Cauliflower soup, golf, boot camp, the weather, reify

My fellow challenger’s marvellous take on the whole business can be found here, and my own effort is below. If nothing else, it at least forced me to Google what “Reify” means …

Midnight Snack

Diet or die, the doctor had said. Exercise or expire. An envisioned boot camp style future of cauliflower soup and golf tipped his emotional weather to overcast. Weights and gym equipment waited in his bedroom to be unpacked and assembled. His larder and fridge had been purged of treats. Tomorrow’s date was circled on the calendar, D-Day, Diet Day, Deprivation Day. But it wasn’t tomorrow yet, and so before bed, he allowed himself one last treat, something to reify his resolve that it had all been worthwhile. The girl screamed against her gag as he began to tuck in.

 

 


#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 20th December – 24th December

The final part of the FP Advent Calendar posts (sound of everybody cheering). There are more FPs to be archived on here, but now that a chunk of them are posted, I’m hoping to populate these pages with some new stuff for a little while. Anyway, thanks to all who read, starred and retweeted the 24 Twitter posts (25 if you count the double bill) throughout December. You’re all brilliant! Happy Holidays! 🙂

December 20

December 21

December 22

December 23

wallpaper christmas series newdesk

#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 1st December – 5th December

#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 6th December – 12th December

#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 13th December – 19th December

A Love Letter To Friday Phrases

Friday Phrases – I’m In Love

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 01

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 02

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 03

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 04

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 05

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 06

 


#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 13th December – 19th December

The third thrilling installment of the #jabeflash #FP Advent Calendar Format! Parts One and Two can be found here  and here, and as usual, there are links to my other #FP themed posts below. Thanks, as always, for reading!

December 13

December 14

December 15

December 16

December 17

December 18

December 19

A Love Letter To Friday Phrases

Friday Phrases – I’m In Love

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 01

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 02

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 03

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 04

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 05

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 06


#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 6th December – 12th December

The next lot of #FPs in their #jabeflash, Advent Calendar style incarnation, including the double-bill I needed to ensure I hit the target 100 by Christmas Eve.  The first lot can be found here, and there are links to my other #FP scribblings at the end of this bunch, if you’re interested.  And while I’m here, a quick but sincere thank you to anyone who’s read or starred or retweeted the #jabeflashes – You’re all ace!

December 06

 

December 07

 

December 08

 

December 09

 

December 10

 

December 11

 

December 12 part one

 

December 12 part two

 

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Below are the links to the other FP-centric posts …

A Love Letter To Friday Phrases

Friday Phrases – I’m In Love

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 01

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 02

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 03

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 04

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 05

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 06

 


#jabeflash – The #FP 100: 1st December – 5th December

Another FP collection , sneaked in below the radar under the #jabeflash banner (the flash of course referring to fiction rather than any implied pantslessness during the creation of the FPs … maybe). There are a number of posts on here collecting my FP scribblings (links below), eight in total, comprising of around 240 pieces of microfiction, give or take. The good news (for me, at least) is that almost every one of them has been incorporated into or evolved into a longer work.  The bad news … there’s lots of them left to post. So to shake things up a tiny bit, I’m aiming to post a hundred on Twitter between 1st and 24th December, using a kind of advent calendar format. Four a day, for 24 days (meaning that at some point, I’m looking at posting a kind of double bill). I’m reasonably sure that none of the #jabeflash posts contain mini-tales duplicated elsewhere on the blog, but if anyone spots a doppleganger, feel free to let me know.  Part Two of the #jabeflash stuff, covering the 6th – 12th December, can be found here.

Aaanyway …

December 01

December 02

December 03

December 04

December 05

Thanks for reading! As I threatened earlier, here are the links to the other FP-centric posts …

A Love Letter To Friday Phrases

Friday Phrases – I’m In Love

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 01

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 02

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 03

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 04

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 05

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 06

 

 


#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 06

Another collection of Friday Phrases – In the interests of context, the first two presented here are from Halloween 2013, while the following three are from Valentine’s Day 2014. The rest follow my usual roll-of-the-dice approach to presentation 🙂

The skulls and bats were festooned with spiderwebs, all for the visiting children. She’d thank the spiders later, after they had fed.

The plague killed almost everyone. She roamed Twitter, looking for survivors, and lost hope until the DM at Halloween: “Trick or Tweet?”

He finished breakfast then started to gather what he needed. In an hour, the world would have a new massacre to remember this day by.

He sat surrounded by crumpled pages of terrible poetry. He’d just have to hope his Twitter crush picked up on the subtweets.

She looked down at the crowd. The crossbow felt good in her hands and she had plenty of bolts. “Time to play Cupid.” she whispered.

“How about some scrambled embryos?”
She made the same awful joke every morning, but when I saw my plate, I knew she’d taken it too far.

A cold wind rose, teased her hair and blew litter around her feet. She looked up, and found herself in the shadow of vast, leathery wings.

In the dark, the pillowcase looked rumpled, like a mask of peeled skin. Nearer, I saw that my eyesight was better than I would’ve wished.

The swordsman’s blade whirled, a spinning blur of death. Unexpectedly, Indy shot him dead. Even more unexpectedly, the swordsman sat up.

She didn’t recognise the couple in the old photo, but thought that the groom looked like a younger version of the man brushing her hair.

The teacher slept, drugged. The girls poked her scalp with pens until one glistened red. She really DID have eyes in the back of her head.

“Sorcery!” they yelled. “Black magic!”
The clown’s cheap tricks littered the ground as he fled.
“It’s only a kid’s party!” he screamed.

Of course I washed my dirty hands before dinner. The ones attached to my wrists AND the ones on the plate.

She didn’t realise it was a tweet from the dead until she walked into the house and found him hanging from a ceiling beam, his eyes wide.

He tasted sweat at her temples, yet her skin had prickled to gooseflesh. He read the texture like Braille, until he found her secret words.

Shaggy knew that things were getting weird when Fred traded in the Mystery Machine for a Pinto. Then Scooby got bitten by the bat …

12 rich kids abducted in 6 months. The cops let them take No.13. As the gang reached the remote hideout, the cops detonated the hostage.

“I killed a man and wrote it as a story on my blog. I was all set to leave it there, but when I saw the spike in the stats …”

The knight and the dragon strolled back into the village holding hands. They were smoking cigarettes and the dragon looked very content. The villagers were horrified. “We sent you to kill it!”
“You misheard,” the knight smiled. “I’m a Dragon’s Layer.”

(The above originally posted as two FPs)

Know that your stars and mine are the same.
Know that when your hands are cold, I’m on my way back, and I’m bringing a nova with me.

Thanks for reading! If you’re interested, here are a few more FP-centric posts 🙂

A Love Letter To Friday Phrases

Friday Phrases – I’m In Love

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 01

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 02

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 03

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 04

#FP – An Archive Within An Ark Hive – Part 05