Flash Fiction
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Jan 2009 Challenge # 1 (locked)
Anne van Alkemade
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The first challenge for 2009 is “What they left behind in 2008”. Please post your entries to the thread below and submit to Flash Fiction as well. There will be a prize up for grabs in this challenge if a minimum of 5 entries is received (or is that ‘are’ received? nope, think I got it right the first time!). Usual rules apply – short stories of 150 words or less only, no poetry, and stories must have a premise, protagonist/s and conclusion. The challenge closes Friday 9 January at midnight (your time). Good luck everyone. |
jcmontgomery
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The shedding began early, each letting go of the burdens they could no longer bear. However by spring, many had begun to look back at what they’d left behind, unable to justify their decisions. So they went back to retrieve them. The heat of summer came and went. Some were successful in letting go as they had learned that looking forward had so many more rewards than looking back. But others weren’t able to let go of the baggage, making it nearly impossible to move on. These are the ones who gave up first. Fall’s coolness was a signal that winter was coming, thus it was time to gather up memories, to give thanks and show appreciation for what they had, not what they lost – and many did. And for those that hadn’t learned or hadn’t grown? Well, there’s always a chance to make those resolutions again, isn’t there? Word Count: 149 |
brightmyer
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<b>What Jade Left Behind in 2008 Jade looked at the worn journal with envy and awe. Ten years of observations – it couldn’t possibly be over, could it? She knew today would eventually come, but she was not ready for the swiftness, or the emotions choking through her brain. For 10 years now, she knew 2008 would be the final year. No more friendship, no more love, no more anything on this third rock from the Sun. Ten years, this was all she had been given. At the time Jade made the deal, 10 years seemed like an eternity, but it had passed in the blink of an eye. How could she leave her new home? How could she survive the rest of her life without the new friends, new love she had found on this alien planet? Jade’s eyes filled with tears as she picked up the journal and bid her old life goodbye. Word Count: 150 |
Shswan
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To The Man on The Fifth Street Bus I’m dying here. I love you. In 2007, getting on the bus outside Macy’s, I stood behind you every day, keeping my roundy body tucked away (Mom calls us “Reubens’ women”—argh!), while I stood, holding on as the bus lurched and rocked the beautiful back of your beautiful head as you stood, reading the paper. In 2008, I joined a gym. Gave up the M&Ms jar by my computer. Gave up my hysterical wavy yellow hair to get a hot little wedge. Thirty pounds lighter, I treated myself, dyed it the most delectable red. At last, the year over, I, transformed, stepped into the front of the bus, willowy beneath my new blue Renoir umbrella. You looked up. I smiled. “Hello,” you said. “I wonder. Have you seen that pretty little roundish blonde with all the frizzy hair? For two years I’ve wanted to meet her, and now she’s gone.” |