Tags: 100 words, fairy tales, flash fiction
Chuck had another challenge. I’m supposed to be doing something else, I’m sure of it. But what the hell, it’s only a hundred words. What can happen in a hundred words? This week, he gave us five words, pick one and use it. One of the words was “powder.” I didn’t use that one. I used “frog.” To find out more, go check out his site.
I’m not going to kiss that frog. I don’t care how many promises he makes. Wishes he can grant. Dreams he can fulfill.
His moist eyes beckon to me, with an amphibious come-hither. A smile played upon his lips. “Come on,” he croaked casually. “What have you got to lose?”
“Besides my self-respect? How about hygiene?”
The frog re-adjusted his footing on the log. Frogs were fidgety creatures. Have you noticed that?
“How many times have you met a magical talking frog? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
I sighed. I kissed him.
The man walked away. Now I’m the frog.
Tags: 100 words, flash fiction, poor choices
This is another in the series of flash fiction from Chuck Wendig’s site “Terrible Minds.” The theme this week was to write 100 words, and use three of these five: ivy, bishop, enzyme, lollipop, and blister. I accidentally used all five, but they are strung together with the other 95. To find out the details and read more entries, go to his website:
Flash Fiction Challenge: The Numbers Game
Ivy sat at the Metro station in quiet contemplation about the night before. The rain punctuated her melancholy, and her wet clothes irritated the blisters in her loins. It must an allergic reaction, she thought. Enzymes, or something. She hoped that’s all it was.
Sucking on the lollipop Bishop had given her as a consolation price, she contemplated her choices in life.
Next time, she thought, I’m not going to fuck a guy I meet on Craigslist when all I wanted was some fill dirt.
And next time, she thought adamantly, I’m winning a prize from the top shelf.