I love flash fiction challenges so I serve up some new ones here every Tuesday, and since every one likes choices I’m providing you with two weekly writing prompts. You can participate in either one, or double your pleasure by trying your hand at both. Submit your link any time between Tuesdays.
The Standard Prompt will always consist of a two-word prompt to be used as inspiration. The Non-Standard Prompt will change from week to week. Sometimes it will be a visual prompt, sometimes a first sentence or phrase, sometimes a scenario, etc. The limit for the Two for Tuesday Standard Prompts is 200 words and the Nonstandard Prompt has a minimum of 200 words. Use the little blue link thing below to submit your link or leave an entry in the comments section.
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Here is this week’s two-fer:
You have lots of creative leeway. The limit is 200 words. The words can be used:
- simply as a point of inspiration and do not have to be used directly
- they can be included exactly as provided
- or each word can be used independently of each other (for example if Death Row was the prompt instead of crafting a story about an inmate on the way to the gallows, you might write something like: Despite feeling like death from an excess of cheap vodka consumed the night before, Evelyn moved on to planting her next row of spinach).
This week for the alternative prompt, write a story from the first person point of view (i.e. I did this, I saw that) featuring a protagonist who is the opposite of your own gender. In other words if you are male, write from a female’s point of view and vice versa. As per usual with the Non-Standard prompt there is no word limit but there is a minimum of 200 words.
Some of you Five Sentence Fiction fans may have seen this before. I have to admit that I was running out of time and stooped to doing a little recycling. Anyway here is my effort applied to the prompt of Awkward Silence (194 words):
Darlene was fidgeting with her wine, Stuart was a pathetic conversationalist and they were enduring yet another long awkward silence as she watched him pop a piece of calamari into his mouth. There was no question that he was great looking: bushy hair, eyes the color of lapis, perfect teeth, rock hard pecs and abs—a poster child for any gym—and a cute ass to boot but, let’s face it, he wasn’t exactly eating with a full set of silverware. In fact, she was thinking, Stu probably doesn’t even know what silverware is, metaphorically speaking, and so she was beginning to have her doubts about asking him for a “contribution.”
Nick, a mutual friend, was now crossing the restaurant to their table; he finished roughly wiping his nose on the heel of hand before slapping Stuart on the back and sitting down with a wink asking, “Hey Stud, so did Darlene, here, ask you to father her unborn child yet?” Darlene simply dropped her head onto crossed arms and groaned as Stuart cluelessly fingered another morsel of squid into his mouth and then sucked a bit of red cocktail sauce from his thumb.