Pretty straightforward — given that we’re in the long haul of National Novel Writing Month, feels like a shorter, sharper flash fiction contest deserves to be in play. What does that mean?
It means I want you to write a single story in three sentences. The shorter those sentences are, the better. Remember: a story has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
It is not merely a vignette — not simply a snapshot in time.
You can deposit this story in the comments below.
Due in one week — by Friday, noon EST.
I’ll pick three random participants on that Friday and will toss each winner a copy of my newest writing e-book, 30 Days in the Word Mines. (A book that has been described as an advent calendar for NaNoWriMo, which is a description I quite like.)
Sound good?
Get to writing.
Three sentences.
Short as you can make them — clarity and brevity are king.
Go.
Free Jack Klugman says:
Executive Officer Jarvin glanced up from the swarm of red contact indicators on the HUD and said, “There’s no way we can win, Captain.”
“Command didn’t send us out here to win,” the captain replied. “They sent us out here to murder aliens until every last one of us is dead, because it’s time these sons-of-bitches learned exactly what it means to fuck with with a species as vengeful, violent, and crazy as humans.”
November 8, 2014 — 1:45 PM
johnbensink says:
Chuck, where are the results of the last two flash fiction competitions? Thanks.
November 8, 2014 — 3:01 PM
johnbensink says:
Again (forgot to check the box where I get notified of the answer): Where are the results of the last two flash fiction competitions? Would like to get a look at them. Thanks.
November 8, 2014 — 3:09 PM
David Koehn says:
JaK was a Geomancer, transplanted to a new water planet. Like a new day, his love created architecture. His creation now created, the new arrivals gained consciousness, and it was theirs.
November 8, 2014 — 3:30 PM
PASchaefer says:
Only he opposed her domination over all the world. With his last breath, he kissed her. Her victory complete, she abdicated and disappeared.
November 8, 2014 — 6:08 PM
Trey Taylor says:
“A man in a tuxedo entered a room with a silencer. The love in his heart wanted justice. The death in his soul wanted vengeance.”
November 8, 2014 — 6:48 PM
Nick T says:
I looked up. The stars were so beautiful. The pain in my chest was not.
November 8, 2014 — 8:46 PM
Joe Collins says:
Fifteen words, elegant. Nice work.
November 12, 2014 — 4:59 PM
Pavowski says:
They fell in love when he borrowed her pen. For a while, they wrote their sweet romance on the walls. But the girl next door had a really nice set of ballpoints.
November 8, 2014 — 10:50 PM
wildbilbo says:
Laughed out loud – very clever.
November 9, 2014 — 9:20 PM
karey says:
Goosebumps tingled along her arms as she stepped out of the constricting uniform. Finally seeing the endless miles of wilderness made her heart race. She held her head high and stepped out into the unknown.
November 8, 2014 — 10:59 PM
JJ Geraci says:
Rolled on the couch to Miles.
Melissa missed her period.
For sale on ebay: Miles CD.
November 8, 2014 — 11:22 PM
Taylor Johnson says:
There’s a book on the shelf, and a boy in the bed
The book is all dusty, never been read.
They say he’s asleep, but the boy is dead.
November 9, 2014 — 12:37 AM
Lisa Oliver says:
Love this 🙂
November 12, 2014 — 8:29 PM
Hugo Nue says:
Gateways via exogenic agencies, a subject I like.
November 9, 2014 — 1:35 AM
jacki214 says:
Flash Fiction, 11.8.14
There was nowhere other to run.
He stood poised at the precipice, considering which of two certain fates to choose.
As the sound of death clambered toward him on merciless claws, he chose gravity instead and stepped off into eternity, only to find that, quite improbably, great leathery wings unfurled from his sides to bear him away to a future he never expected.
November 9, 2014 — 2:54 AM
Trevor Johnson says:
This style reminds me of Dan Brown, which could be interpreted as good, or bad.
November 13, 2014 — 2:22 AM
wildbilbo says:
I’ve blogged it.. http://uncertaintales.wordpress.com/2014/11/09/unnecessary-drama/
but its also here:
*Unnecessary Drama*
You always derided my acting classes as a waste of time, and I’ll admit, my ‘happy bride’ role was unconvincing.
But my ‘surprise’ and ‘grief’ when the police told me about your accident?
Flawless.
Cheers 🙂
November 9, 2014 — 8:00 AM
colinjkeats says:
I really liked this one
November 9, 2014 — 7:57 PM
wildbilbo says:
Thanks 🙂
I was struggling with another blog post & saw the challenge. Idea dropped in my head almost immediately & took me 5 minutes to wrap up! Finding the pic took longer.
Sometimes it just works 🙂
KT
November 9, 2014 — 8:56 PM
decayingorbits says:
Shouldn’t this be called “Three-Sentence Story”? Although the challenge of writing three stories in a sentence seems much more Wendigish.
November 9, 2014 — 8:39 AM
maskedplatypus says:
She opened the door to a room covered in blood. She wrinkled her nose. This isn’t what she had in mind at all.
November 9, 2014 — 9:09 AM
kakubjaya says:
He put the last component in the machine with his one remaining hand. It came to life and outside, the war ended. There was nothing left for him to do.
November 9, 2014 — 10:51 AM
evilee says:
As a child she often felt misunderstood and inadequate. So, she ventured far into the world to seek out like-minded souls to love and accept her. In the end, she found it had been her own mind that kept her from belonging, and only she could grant her-self -acceptance.
November 9, 2014 — 11:36 AM
dawnpichonbarron says:
Girls and women beware: life will suck you dry, leave you lookin’ like a walnut shell. Try to keep all entry ways and points of access closed to intruders, marauders, imposters, and the ignoramus. Dance and sing often (even if it’s outlawed); nobody will remember you when you are gone.
November 9, 2014 — 1:49 PM
colinjkeats says:
The Captain barked an order
The ropes creaked as they swung
The revolution failed.
November 9, 2014 — 8:04 PM
wildbilbo says:
This is great.
November 9, 2014 — 9:19 PM
colinjkeats says:
Couldn’t resist one more…
Just try and stop me, Cassie said with a smile
Ben stopped her with a laugh.
Cassie cried.
November 9, 2014 — 8:14 PM
mandybroughton says:
He bayed at the moon. She drew a bead and fired silver. The terror ended.
November 9, 2014 — 9:55 PM
Teresa says:
Why should I have to apologize for stretching my legs? It’s not my fault he has lousy balance. Jello probably washes out anyway.
November 10, 2014 — 12:10 AM
Craig Stokes says:
Pulling the trigger had been easier than he thought it would be considering it was the first time he’d killed someone. People that did what was done to her deserved to die. He thought of her and hoped she’d someday forgive him and then he thought no more.
November 10, 2014 — 1:01 AM
Ray Dean says:
I gave him my heart of my own free will. He squandered it thinking there would be another where the first came from. Before the sun rose his last breath bubbled from his chest.
November 10, 2014 — 2:07 AM
Sara says:
Lloyd squinted into the sun and tried to swallow. No amount of prayers or dancing over the last hundred days had produced rain. With a sigh, he unzipped his pants and aimed for the mason jar.
November 10, 2014 — 4:42 AM
Alice says:
The white laytex wall of her new apartment stood blandly infront of her. It reflected all of her past though she hoped it would be her future. She stepped through it and into color.
November 10, 2014 — 9:32 AM
Alice says:
Spelling corrected -The white latex wall of her new apartment stood blandly in front of her. It reflected all of her past though she hoped it would be her future. She stepped through it and into color.
November 10, 2014 — 9:34 AM
Dave says:
Everyday he woke up. Everyday he wrote. Everyday he went back to sleep.
November 10, 2014 — 11:14 AM
Luke McKinney says:
The aliens were bastards with big guns. But we learned faster. Now we’re the bastards.
November 10, 2014 — 11:51 AM
Trevor Johnson says:
This reminds me of a great quote I read once and will attempt to paraphrase:
We went off to war to fight monsters. When we returned home, we had become monsters.
November 13, 2014 — 2:31 AM
Jason Fryer says:
Sorry about your daddy.
But Honor ain’t bulletproof, chum.
Tell him I said, ‘hello.’
November 10, 2014 — 12:19 PM
anonymous says:
I was constipated. I took ex-lax. Therefore, I shat.
(Wait, changing tense is a no-no. That ruins my three word, three sentence, three story.)
November 10, 2014 — 1:29 PM
Corey Scott (Captain Temerity) says:
Four years of toil, tears, and typing, Peter was finally to the last page of his great American novel.
“Whirrr-click-click-click,” spat his hard drive in defiance.
With that cold, blue screen, Peter’s novel became, instead, his suicide note that no one would ever get to read.
November 10, 2014 — 5:51 PM
Fatma Alici says:
A boy was born. He was raised by cruel, uncaring hands. The boy grew up to be a monster.
November 10, 2014 — 11:24 PM
johncullinan says:
She cried happy tears when he said “till death do us part,” and imagined that he was pledging his undying love. Five years on, she learned his love was a passing thing, but a vow was still a vow.
She was surprised by how little effort it took to fit his body into the duffle bag.
November 11, 2014 — 12:37 PM
September says:
“Ready!” He’d never be ready, no one ever really was. “Fire!”
November 11, 2014 — 2:31 PM
werdy says:
Jon put more thought into choosing the bat then he did choosing the ring. That was the problem of course, he thought his future was in diamonds and gilt, but the truth was weighed in aluminum. The first swing felt good, bone and stain, later he fell asleep beside her under the constellation of crimson with flecks of gold.
November 11, 2014 — 8:56 PM
adamvenezia says:
Something happens. A writer tells a story about it. The world is a better place.
November 11, 2014 — 10:07 PM
tbianconi says:
I haven’t done this in a while, so here goes!
He opened the door to the sound of hinges squealing like the souls of the damned. There was not a soul in the room. He turned away only to be stabbed in the back, his soul leaking from the wound as he fell.
November 11, 2014 — 10:51 PM
Nor says:
As Anger answers.
Drops dye doors.
Silence stretches.
November 12, 2014 — 2:13 AM
Nor says:
I just saw that I wasn’t the only one who had the grand idea to use alliterations. Well…
*hits head on desk*
November 12, 2014 — 2:16 AM
lesliestarrohara says:
I bought a new dress. It didn’t fit her. But I can’t return it with these bloodstains.
November 12, 2014 — 2:41 AM
Joe Collins says:
Like Steven Wright and Stephen King had a baby.
November 12, 2014 — 5:07 PM
Mia Hopkins says:
“She asked me how I liked it so I told her, ‘Tie me up and blindfold me.’”
The policeman writing the burglary report laughed aloud. “No shit,” he said.
November 12, 2014 — 4:21 AM
Trevor Johnson says:
Yeah..This one. Like your style..
November 13, 2014 — 2:39 AM
milkaholicclown says:
Darblane released his fiendish blight as the obese braying rocket-donkey exploded into a trillion hydro-nano-gamarus. “Finally! Cryma City is now infected”, he gleefully wrung his withered hands together and cackled a shitty laugh. Wait–his eyes bugged out to discover a pulsing green boil wart under his left wrist–“Maylor, you-you dick!”
November 12, 2014 — 9:39 AM
Keppie says:
The tooth cracked at the gumline, revealing the rot beneath. “I’ll call the dentist,” his wife said. That was before she saw the eye of the parasite poking out from under the enamel.
November 12, 2014 — 1:39 PM
Ian says:
The boy lived at the end of a dirty, shitty, little street in the outskirts of a dirty, shitty, little town. One gloomy day, he found a rusted bicycle at the dirty, shitty, little dump. As the sun set, the boy pedaled into the darkness, and he didn’t stop until he was surrounded by sweet, precious, anonymous oblivion.
November 12, 2014 — 4:22 PM
Joe Collins says:
He had rehearsed this in his mind a thousand times. He exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger. History was rewritten.
November 12, 2014 — 4:46 PM
smkay70 says:
It took a whole lot of bitching and whining and self-pity before he could accept his own death. As he slipped down the hall, unseen by his love’s would be killer, he realized something. Sometimes death is a second chance.
November 12, 2014 — 5:52 PM
Mike says:
Nice. intriguing.
November 12, 2014 — 6:21 PM
Lisa Oliver says:
For the wolf inside him, it was simple. Fuck – bite – claim – mates forever. It was the man who had to live with the consequences of his actions.
November 12, 2014 — 8:37 PM