Flash fiction challenges such as Five Sentence Fiction has kept me writing and improved my craft, so I serve up some here every Tuesday. 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 efforts any time between now and next Tuesday.
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 Non Standard Prompt has a minimum of 200 words but no limit allowing for more in depth explorations. 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).
For this week’s alternative prompt write a story without using the letter “J.” As per usual with the Non-Standard Prompt there is no word limit (to allow for more in depth explorations) but there is a minimum of 200 words.
For those who prefer to write first and read later, be forewarned that my personal effort follows.
This was easier than I thought. I guess the letter J is not used with much frequency. Anyway I combined both prompts into one story. While it’s not one of my strongest pieces, I do hope you enjoy it.
“So, what the hell is going on between you and—”
“Don’t even say his name!” interrupted Lisa. She ran a finger beneath her left eye catching an imaginary tear but was careful not to smudge her mascara which looked like it had been applied with a permanent marker. She gave a small sniff and continued. “As a matter of fact the first letter of his name is officially banned from the English language. From here on out we are not even going to use…” she paused as she counted on her fingers, “the tenth letter of the alphabet.” Lisa stomped her feet, shook her head around until her carrot-orange hair resembled an explosion in a mattress factory and she screamed at the ceiling. She was throwing a full fledged mini-tantrum that any four-year-old would have been proud of. “Take a look at this!” She held out her phone.
Gabby leaned in to get a look at what was on the screen. It simply read Sorry but U and I R done. “A text? He sent you a ‘Dear—”
“Do NOT say his name!” yelled Lisa.
“Right, sorry. So he sent you a ‘Dear He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ text? He broke up with you by sending you text? Girl, that is cold.”
“Tell me about it, right? The little bastard. Let’s get shit-faced, pick up a couple of hunky guys, see if we can’t raise a bulge in their…” she paused to search for the right word, “dungarees. The asshole can eat his heart out. Anyway, I could definitely use a strong vodka and orange—”
“Screwdrivers!” Gabby yelled cutting her friend off. “Call it a screwdriver.”
“Good catch,” said Lisa.
“Why did… ‘Rhymes-With-Lawn’ drop you, anyway?”
“Lawn—hah—good one, because his ass is grass.” Lisa pouted as if her pride were deeply bruised. “He told me I was ‘high maintenance.’ High maintenance! Me!” She rummaged through her voluminous orange leather purse and pulled out a dog eared address book. “You got a Sharpie? I am sooo marking him off my list.” She looked at the other entries on the same page while Gabby searched for a pen. “You know what? Never mind.” She ripped the page from the book, crumpled the page and tossed it away. “He is out of my book and out of my life. I am so over men.”
“Yeah. Men are a useless waste with only one thing on their mind.”
“Yeah… Let’s go get some revenge sex…”
“Well, I guess they’re good for something…”