Sadly, the bishop didn’t ask any lollipop to the young Ivy.

Oooh, am I first? Shiny! I love micro-fiction This is dead on 100 words. And I possibly cheated by making Ivy a name. Sorry!

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Ivy held the ivory piece in her hand and felt a surge of jealousy. This chess piece could simply ignore the same path everyone else took and could slip diagonally between the patterns, like a child who coloured outside the lines to design their own picture.

She was a prodigy, they said, but her life felt more like that of a pawn than a bishop, always following the path that her parents had set. She had no choice, but at four years old, who did? She popped her lollipop back in her mouth and moved the bishop to knight 2.

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She rubbed her hand where the blister had been but felt nothing now. The poison ivy had barely touched her hand, but it formed an angry blister. The bubbled skin looked so innocent, but it had itched like crazy and kept her awake when she should have napped.

“When it heals, I’ll give you a lollipop,” her mother told her.

The itching skin called to her. She scratched once, but it only itched more. Five days ago, she learned to resist the urge. Finally, she slowly let go of her hand and popped the wonderful cherry reward into her mouth.

I’m loving these little tacker ones. Nice and fast to churn them out, and to read!

http://snellopy.blogspot.com/2011/09/experimentation.html

Here’s mine, enjoy.

http://lindsaymawson.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-challenge-25-numbers-game.html

“What’s your name little girl?”

The kid stared at us wide-eyed. “Ivy,” she said. Couldn’t be more than eight. What kind of a parent let a little girl out alone at this time of night?

“Don’t do this Bishop,” I warned him. Coppers were getting suspicious. The last one was supposed to be that. The last one.

He ignored me, reaching into his pocket. “Would you like a lollypop?” he asked her sweetly, pulling out the sweet. If she refused, she was safe. If she took it…

She took it.

Fuck.

We were running out of places to hide the bodies.

@Lindsay —

Be advised, I got an incoming threat from your site (from diesel.png) that was blocked.

- c.

Here’s my go.

Incidentally, I think I did quite well not going down a ‘Bishop and the actress with a lollipop’ route. Well, only my mind did anyway.

http://cheddarnightmares.wordpress.com/2011/09/16/the-last-e-mail/

P.S. I also made Ivy a name. I expect many people will.

My story
http://kerry-mutterings.blogspot.com/

Hi everybody,

here’s mine: http://cleveroldowl.wordpress.com/2011/09/16/numbers-game-flash-fiction-challenge/

Neat little challenge to start a Friday. Thanks!

The Bishop picked at the blister on his thumb, an injury received when he tried to remove the lollipop from the bottom of his steam iron. He glanced at the clock. His visitor would be here in fifteen minutes. He still had to find something suitable to wear – something pressed by his housekeeper before she left on vacation with her six-year-old. Six years – it had been that long since he’d last seen his guest.

The side door opened. “You’re early,” he said, still holding his painful thumb.

“No, I’m late. Six years late.”

The bullet rendered the thumb injury inconsequential.

[A little melancholy and I used 4 of the words, couldn't be helped.]

The bishop paced around the churchyard, barely noticing where he was walking. He stopped and leaned on the ivy-covered wall of the church building, still thinking about what the doctor had told him.

He didn’t have cancer, which was a relief, but he did have Celiac disease. He didn’t quite understand it, but from what the doctor said it had something to do with enzymes and eating wheat. He pulled a lollipop, his favorite candy, from his pocket, and opened it. At least he knew these were gluten-free.

Hey Lollipop, would like to ivy my enzyme? No I think I’d like to blister your bishop

Thanks, Chuck. Don’t know why diesel.png would be a threat, lol, it’s a tiny picture representing Diesel, that sells eBooks… I’ll check it out.

[...] was inspired by Chuck Wendig’s “The Numbers Game” flash fiction challenge, which happened to intersect my brain after a long night of governmentese. [...]

Make Ivy a name? Nah.

@Chuck. Twitter apparently thought I wasn’t following you, even though I saw your Tweet about this. I’m clearly so tired from last night’s work shenanigans that I’m able to see into the future. Neat! Can’t wait to see what happens once I drink the 5 Hour Energy.

98 words here: http://shainorton.com/2011/09/16/flash-fiction-this-morning/

I’ve deleted that image and replaced with on I know comes from a reputable site. I hope no one else gets any threats.

The half-finished building stands like a testament to the New Economy. Ivy has even begun to claim the exterior. The booming sound of house techno from the rave club reverberates down the block I just walked, my too-high heels already threatening to repay me with a blister. An Amazonian blond in a slinky dress valiantly trying to hold in surgically enhanced assets leans against the door, sucking aggressively on a lollipop. She doesn’t register the gun until just before it connects with her face. I step over her and into the crush, to find the man who designed these shoes.

I managed to get it to 100 words exactly. Here’s the link to where I posted it, in the off chance anyone might want to directly comment (which is always appreciated!): http://brandwich.blogspot.com/2011/09/manolo-blahnik-must-die.html

[...] Terrible Minds Flash Fiction Challenge: The Numbers Game [...]

Ok, last week was rough and I didn’t like the way my story turned out. This week went much better. Loving the 100 word challenges!

http://saraheolson.com/2011/09/16/flash-fiction-race-for-the-cure/

[...] drabble is inspired by Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge, using three of the following five words: enzyme, ivy, bishop, blister, lollipop. (Note if you [...]

Great challenge. I love drabbles, although I don’t think I did very well with this one. Still, it’s words for the day.

Growing ivy

Love the Swirl

His office was book lined and dark. Some daylight came through foggy old windows, partially obscured by ivy, enough for him to move around, but not enough for people to see him.

The Baptist bishop worked with lamps and closed blinds, but every morning he sat in the dark to watch her walk past, swirled lollipop in hand.

She was eighteen and would graduate soon. Folks might fuss about the courtship, mostly because of the age difference, but some wouldn’t like ethnic mixing. He was chocolate and she was vanilla.

He’d teach her to Love the Swirl.

There seems to be something about religious men and “candy”…

I call this “Ordnance QF 25-pdr on Carrier Valentine 25-pdr Mk 1.” The title is almost as long as the flash fiction.

http://markh-blog.blogspot.com/2011/09/ordnance-qf-25-pdr-on-carrier-valentine.html

[...] the original: Flash Fiction Challenge: “The Numbers Game” Categories: Uncategorized Tags: fiction, flash-fiction, must-choose, numbers, story-may, [...]

Codename Enzyme.
Over splayed cards, he evaluates her.

Codename Blister.
Eyes Enzyme. Considers the play.
“Ante up.”
Slides in a lollipop.

Enzyme calls the lollipop and raises a Tootsie roll. Blister’s eyebrows give away nothing. Nothing. She calls.

He lays down the Bishop, face up, upside down. Level three. Calls down Heavenly Fire at plus four. High defense. Attack mode.

Blister examines her hand. She plays Ivy, perpendicular. Level two. Strangling Kudzu attack at plus two. Monster House defense, plus one. Susceptible to fire.

She doesn’t think he sees her trap. Blister will be above Enzyme on the leaderboards today.

Tough but fun having 3% of our word count foisted upon us. This is my effort.

I still remember what started it. He stole my cherry lollipop. It was my favorite flavor. He stood over me that day, laughing. His fatness shaking with his mirth at my pain.

Days passed into weeks. We fought, he overpowered me. I got in trouble, he skated free. My rage formed a blister on my brain. One I couldn’t lance with a safety pin.

He stopped after that night. I forgot about it until I saw him at the store years later. The scars still kissed his face like unchecked ivy. Lessons taught in pure flame.

Cherry was my favorite.

[...] for the Terrible Minds Flash Fiction Challenge. The challenge was to choose three words and use them in a story. I chose enzyme, lollipop and [...]

“Enzyme Lollypop?” the clerk said.

The infinite selection of corn-sweetened narco-supplements assaulted her senses like sharp confetti.

“Oooh. Can’t metabolize that again. Got the skin blisters.” Mitz said, scanning the menu.

“But we got new flavors. Tanga-phetamine. Kiwi-Strawberry with Zoloft Swirl. Double Chocolate Cake with Benzedrine Sprinkles.”

Mitz processed the choices. She knew she couldn’t actually “taste” anything. Conversion meant giving up real sensation.

“Ok. I’ll take the Double-Chocolate.”

The clerk wrapped the pops in wax paper as Mitz touched the paypad. “Immortality never tasted so good,” Mitz said, inserting the pop into her feed slot.

Also posted to my site: http://barelyok.com/flash-fiction-challenge-enzyme-lollypop-and-blister.html

Bishop looked over at Ivy. Her nerves were getting the better of her. She crunched on a lollipop. He smiled and wished his life would be long enough to always remember this moment. The bullhorn shouts and red and blue disco outside interrupted.

Ivy looked at him. The cancer had taken its toll since the insurance ran out and they couldn’t afford the enzyme treatment anymore. She never loved him more.

Nodded. Burst through the door. Plastic guns held high. Yelling.

Lollipop falls.

The light leaving Bishop’s eyes danced with the light of the police cars then left for good.

Here’s my go:

Holly Bishop clinched her lollipop between her teeth as she assessed the blister on her finger. The zipper on her boots had always been difficult, but this was getting ridiculous. The knee high black leather boots weren’t essential for a night of killing demons, but dammit, they made her feel like a bad-ass. That mentality that had kept her alive.

She slid the Gothic cross into its spot on her belt and put the water pistol with the special enzyme that could melt the deformed skin off a demons bones into it’s holster at her thigh. Yeah, she was ready.

Holy shazzbot…I was going to try and post early in one of these challenges for once but there’s already like a billion entries. And I haven’t even started yet.

And those words just scream “dirty” for some reason.

Maybe that’s just me.

The bishop debates. What if he is found out? Drool pools against his bottom lip caused by a mouth hanging open. He must. “Thorrry” he prays to the altar and leaves—sneaking through the town, not stopping until he reaches its imaginary border and Sharine’s scruffy cottage. The town witch. He knocks, wincing as tongue touches blister. The door opens. Gaping black holes riddle her welcoming smile. Eyebrows raise.

“Blithter” He groans pointing to his mouth.

“Ahhh. My special herbal lollipop—your salvation.”

“Payhmant?”

“Don’t worry, payment won’t hurt much” She cackles as dirty fingers grasp him.

He faints.

So glad I stumbled upon this challenge, here’s my link: ->

http://theladydothscribe.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-ivy-bishop-and-his.html

Cheers, Talei

I’m not sure how this happened, but I seem to have written a poem:

Ivy blessed the bishop, not the other way around.
It made the poor man blink, and then it made him frown.

Ivy blessed the sunshine, and then she blessed the rain.
Ivy blessed the carrot slices swirling ’round the drain.

Ivy’s silver blessing stick, its tip an awkward red,
Sent her spinning onward, following where it led.

Beneath a mythic landscape, beyond a mythic rain,
Ivy met a bastard with an evil in his brain.

Like a lollipop in a lava field, Ivy met her fate;
Now she lies with staring eyes beneath a blessèd date.

Here’s my slightly disturbed, in a Halloween sort of way, story:

http://kathlynhawley.blogspot.com/2011/09/perfect-brew-flash-fiction.html

Here is my little story:

http://www.ryangsanders.com/2011/09/numbers-game/

RG.

http://seamusramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-challenge.html

Here is my entry. 100 words exactly. Enjoy!

http://latent-ambiguity.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-challenge-numbers-game.html

Viridian vines twisted through the sun bleached ivory.

She was his prized possession, raised up from the rich soil, nourished on the finest fertilizer that money couldn’t buy.

The Bishop of the diocese had whiled away his waking hours in recent years less in service to God and more to distracting his hands and mind from impure thoughts.

In the coming weeks, all of his meticulous toil would be wasted when the investigators would pull the ivy from his bones, the patterns left from the digestive enzymes a curious footnote on the coroner’s report but nothing more.

(didn’t look like it posted earlier. Sorry if’n It’s double. )

Here’s my entry.
http://richfriedeman.com/short-stories/final-round/

Posted my attempt here: http://stormindacastle.wordpress.com/2011/09/16/flash-fiction-challenge-the-numbers-game/

“Ivy,” her real name jolted her.

“Lindsey Lollipop,” she corrected, grinding her hips on the portable pole. “And you’ve got something very big that I’d really love to suc-”

“They miss you, they’re not angry.” The tassels barely covered her nipples. He concentrated and took the envelope from his pocket. She tossed it down, spilling out the client’s pictures. She stared at their faces, and then looked at him.

“How’d you want i-?”

“That’s fine.” He put down double her advertised fee, along with their letter, and left.

He’d never be a bishop. He loved the frontline Church too much.

Ok, ignore that first version. This one is better. That’s the problem with 100 word stories. Always more to be tweeked

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“Ivy,” her real name jolted her.

“Lindsey Lollipop,” she corrected, grinding her hips on the portable pole. “And you’ve got something very big that I’d really love to suc-”

“They miss you, they’re not angry.” The tassels barely covered her nipples. He concentrated, proffering her the envelope. She tossed it down, spilling out the client’s pictures. She stared at their familiar faces, and then looked at him, eyes smouldering sultrily.

“How’d you want-”

“That’s ok.” He put down double her advertised fee, along with their letter, and left.

He’d never be a bishop. He loved the frontline Church too much.

________

http://www.michaelstuarttrimmer.co.uk/care_stripped_bare.html

Leave your comments if you have some thoughts!

I threw mine up here…

http://leftandwriteblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-100-word-flash-fiction.html

A tough one — the shorter ones always are. But fun, as always:

http://warnerkirby.blogs.com/clintonaut/2011/09/the-blister-planet.html

Thanks, Chuck.

Here you go:

http://imaginedrealms.typepad.com/writing/2011/09/terribleminds-3.html

I had a bit of trouble with this, but I got something that feels somewhere near satisfactory. It’s called “Goodbye”. Here it is:

http://blackfireonwhitefire.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye.html

[...] 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 [...]

I didn’t do last week’s challenge, sorry. I’m not making excuses. Sometimes I just don’t feel it. But I’ve been taking other advice from this site and preparing for the NaNoWriMo challenge in November. Outlining, character development, plotting, and settings. I’m oddly pumped up: preparing to write but not writing–holding off–I’m getting creative blue balls. When this bitch blows, it’s really going to blow.
For this challenge, I accidentally used all five words. I hope that’s okay. But two of them are proper names. Who doesn’t want to name a character “Enzyme”?
The Early Train

Hi everyone.
Here’s mine.
Toothsome http://wp.me/p1BAlV-1o

I checked out the link on amazon to your short stories. It looks great. When are you going to start an online literary journal. I’m sure you could get sponsors.

Here is: Poisoned 100 words exactly.

http://brooksbymemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/poisoned.html

[...] was inspired by Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge. No more than 100 words of flash fiction, using three of five randomly selected [...]

The Bishop and the Vine.

http://www.pulppoetry.com/the-bishop-and-the-vine/

Bishop Heinrich Armenias Buchmueller was not your average Ivy Leaguer. The typical stuffy summa cum laude type of individual he was not. Students attending the university often remarked how the man savored a cherry flavored lollipop during his lectures. Young women thought he was sort of cute, in a professorly kind of way.

“Students,” he would say, “Be one who challenges everything and face life with passion in your veins.”

Time passed by, the years waned away, students came and students went their merry, and some not so merry, ways. The Bishop grew old … as do we all.

Enzyme. Lollipop. Blister…
Here you go:
http://kattomic-energy.blogspot.com/2011/09/writing-alchemy-spinning-three-words.html

Damn, guess I’m not original at all today. Still here it goes.

http://wp.me/pJy7b-1v

Alternately, almost put all five words in one line.

Ivy sucked the blistered Bishop like a lollipop, her special enzyme addicting him body and soul.

[...] was clutch in this week’s flash fiction challenge at Terrible Minds. Three of the 100 words were already in place. Forcing specific words into a story is still strange [...]

This might be the most depressing 100 word short story I’ll ever write.

http://mitchdyer.wordpress.com/2011/09/18/flash-fiction-the-numbers-game/

Really good entries so far. Here’s mine.

Real is Relative
http://8thage.blogspot.com/2011/09/real-is-relative.html

http://writex3.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-challenge-numbers-game.html

hmm interesting challenge Thanks!

http://www.delenemartin.com/2011/09/18/lollipops-and-corpses/

[...] Day: jeggingsWordnik Word of the Day: fascinator TERRIBLEMINDS: Chuck Wendig, Freelance PenmonkeyFlash Fiction Challenge: “The Numbers Game”Elizabeth Bear: The Terribleminds Interview25 Ways To Plot, Plan and Prep Your Story Writers [...]

My first attempt at this: it was fun!

Since I don’t have a blog… yet, I am using the LJ. Blog to come soon, once I light a fire under my graphic designer.

http://naiyaazurewater.livejournal.com/29382.html

wow! i have a lot of reading to do! glad they’re short =)
here’s mine!

http://taratylertalks.blogspot.com/2011/09/kickstart-monday-versatility.html

This goddamned war will never end, Bishop thought to himself, grabbed his gear and checked the board for crew positions, “Fucking Belly Blister! “ He turned to his fellow gunner, “Last sortie and I get the belly turret. “
“Can’t live forever,” Ivy replied, hoisting her pack onto her shoulder and moving to the boarding ramp of the war-torn space corvette.
“Yeah, who’d wanna do something stupid like that?” Bishop followed her up the ramp and strapped into the jumpseat for launch, then donned his headgear.
He dozed until the signal, then squeezed into the belly for the last time.

http://zombie-cowboy.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-challenge-numbers-game.html

Bishop popped the protein enzyme pills that served as dinner. “Can’t wait to get off this rock and back to Earth for a proper steak dinner.”
“Food is all you think about,” Ivy said, as she swirled the lollipop into the other said of her mouth.
“Any good leader knows the army travels on their stomach.”
“Nail on the head, Bishop, this ain’t the army and since when do they think about food in the Space Marines?”
“Lock and load people.” The platoon leader whispered over their comunit.
“Shoot straight fuckers!” Bishop climbed over the ridge and opened up

[...] Over on Terribleminds I’m playing The Numbers Game. [...]

Nothing to do with Monty Python, but nevertheless… IT’S THE BISHOP! http://www.blueinkalchemy.com/2011/09/19/flash-fiction-enter-the-bishop/

My entry -

http://blog.ifeeladraft.com/2011/09/flash-fiction.html

I already have Irregular Creatures, so I’m in it for fun this time!

http://samanthajmathis.tumblr.com/post/10412516280/100-words-the-numbers-game

@Darlene-
Your link doesn’t give me anything to leave a message to you. Yeah, Gary Larson. But it goes much deeper. Allow me to tell you a dirty joke. Everyone else can listen, too:

This chick meets a guy in a bar, and they hit it off really well. She goes home with him. When they get in his bedroom, she is awestruck by the rows of various sizes of stuffed animals and things lining the walls. Obviously, this man has a tender, soft side.
They proceed to make with the whoopie in a variety of ways that would even make me blush, for several hours. She really liked this man. As she gazed lovingly into his eyes after their passion, she said, “That was the best I ever had. So…what did you think?”
He paused thoughtfully as looked at her, then said, “You can take any toy from the bottom shelf.”

Ain’t It Easy

http://hauntedchurches.wordpress.com/2011/09/19/terrible-minds-flash-fiction-the-numbers-game/

Kansas City

I sprawled on the still-hot grass outside the Olathe public library for maybe three more hours before papa’s boss came with a cracked up lollipop that looked like it’d been lain on. I looked at the blister on my thumb from papa tryin’ to teach me a C barre on grandpa’s guitar, painted all over with ivy and little white flowers. Tonight we were gonna try again, after he checked that the new kinda vest for treasury department men was safe.

Momma came all the way from St Louis, with violets for her an’ me to throw.

[...] Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge this week was to choose 3 of the following 5 words, and use them in a 100 word story.  I had a lot [...]

I hd so much fun writing this. I hope other people have a great time reading it! My story’s called Grudge Match.

And the bare link: http://wp.me/p1teED-fF

http://lilycooper61.wordpress.com/
my submission for this week

My final attempt to submit this… if it doesn’t work this time, I give up.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xbYfrgKfg_A7MptawqPK36DOIYmdHhv7CxUYd0hWwy4/edit?hl=en_US

Ivy sat across the chessboard from TJ. The tips of her cherry fingernails brushing along her bishop.

“I find chess to be a boring mental exercise, mainly interesting to those of limited imagination.” She smirked as TJ shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“Uh, well… in the winters of Wisconsin, there ain’t a lot to do. Imagination or not…”

Ivy brought the lollipop to her lips, playing with it, watching TJ look up and blush.

“Uh, still your turn…” his voice cracking.

She smiled, moving the bishop.

“Checkmate.”

“You suck…” he grimaced.

“You wish.” An mischievous grin danced on her face.

My submission is here: http://paultevis.com/blog/2011/9/20/three-line-scene.html

And this time it’s even before the deadline.

Been a reader for a while, and I finally decided to give one of these challenges a try

http://stickyinspirations.tumblr.com/post/10472267514/thenumbersgame

This challenge has proven the siren call that’s lured me out of my lurker-cave. And I think I have enough Scotch in my system that my ears are sufficiently waxed…or that I’m tied to the ship mast, Homeric metaphors are confusing…

Anyhow, here’s some wordstuffs!

http://notcoffeespoons.tumblr.com/post/10509198431/numerically-flashy

[...] week, another Chuck Wendig contest. This time it’s only 100 words, but needed three of the words: bishop, blister, enzyme, ivy [...]

http://wp.me/p1pqJm-7o My latest Faked Tale, “Experimental Prescription”.

[...] A flash fiction response to a challenge issued by Chuck Wendig at terribleminds.com. [...]

“Blistering Criticism”

http://amytupper.net/2011/09/22/blistering-criticism/

Mmm…who doesn’t like lollipops fresh from the garden! http://wp.me/s155af-lollipop

Jo Eberhardt has written a great, punchy ending.

http://thehappylogophile.wordpress.com/2011/09/20/flash-fiction-the-numbers-game/

Charlie Etheridge-Nunn has written something will sit with me far too long. I’m still squirming a little bit.

http://fakedtales.com/2011/09/22/experimental-prescription/

I’m having fun writing these challenges. It’s also fun to pop in every couple days to find some good reading. I’m so glad I found this community of grown-ass drunks who refuse to take their meds.

100 words, here we go:

Bishop shook his head, which only made it hurt even more. He couldn’t stand, so he just sat on the cold concrete floor. There were blisters on his hands, he had vague memories of trying to claw through walls last night.

And then Ivy stepped into the light, voluptuous and sensual, sucking a lollipop and wearing a smile that only her crimson lips could pull off.

“Did you like my little experiment, my little enzyme of love and pain?” she asked.

Bishop couldn’t answer. His tongue had never recovered from their evening together. This was bad. He had work tomorrow.

Here’s my last-minute contribution, titled “Footsteps.” 100 words.
http://www.quinnslater.com/flash-fiction/

That was hard!

http://robynettely.blogspot.com/2011/09/flash-fiction-challenge-one-of-ways-i.html

[...] “The Numbers Game” — last week’s challenge — demands your eyeballs and appreciation. [...]

http://innocentsaccidentshints.blogspot.com/2011/09/terrible-minds-challenge-buck-stops.html

Bishop to G5, I said and waggled the piece sideways. My opponent turned to her left and watched the wind lift curls of ivy from the graffiti-smeared concrete. Beneath the wall, pigeons cooed and cackled over a lollipop stick that one had gotten in its beak, carrying it around trophy-like. Rook to A4, she said and stuck her tongue out a little as she slid the piece across the board. A red cauliflower blister shone on the tongue’s tip. I smiled, thinking we weren’t so different: two bodies, tender as enzyme-eaten meat, and the immortal chess pieces between us.

So here it is, I know it’s too late to make the competition…but I forgot what day it was (seriously).

http://chriswhitewrites.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/penitent/

I can’t do it.

I can’t choose just three.

Thus, I pick… er, five.

Shut up.

The winners:

SUE ANN JAFFARIAN
BRIAN LINDENMUTH
CHRIS MACKEY
YOJIMBOJAPAN
JO EBERHARDT

You all need to contact me at terribleminds [at] gmail [dot] com.

– c.

Thanks, man!

[...] is my entry in response to Check Wendig’s Terribleminds.com Flash Fiction Challenge: “The Numbers Game”. In short, Chuck gave us 5 random words (Enzyme, Ivy, Bishop, Blister and Lollipop). We had to use [...]