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Flash Fiction Challenge: The Unexplainable Must Be Explained

Okay, I know I said something about blah blah blah, only 100 words, but fuck that, this challenge needs the full girth. So, you still get 1000 words. What’s the challenge, you ask?

CLICK HERE.

No, really. Do it. Click it.

That link takes you to 60 completely insane and largely unusable stock photos. They’re fucking weird, the whole lot of them. Which means we need to take a big bite out of that lunacy and spit out some flash fiction.

Pick one of those 60 photos.

Title it accordingly.

Write 1000 words — flash fiction, start to finish — about the photo you chose. Make sure to indicate somewhere what number you chose so we can all play along in our heads (though, I will note that it could also be fun to write a story based on one and then have people try to guess which photo you chose… you decide, I guess).

Challenge begins now.

And it ends next Friday. Since I’m no longer tallying the stories in the post itself (remember to yell at me if you’d prefer to have that practice reinstated), let’s just say you have till the end of next Friday day.

Now, you may be saying, at present:

BUT I CANNOT ENTER A COMMENT, YOU JERK

Which is a fair comment. Here’s the deal, though: I’m moving this website within the same host from one server to a cloud server, and it’s likely that any comments that get put here will go kablooey over the weekend, so I’m not going to open comments back up until Monday (Tuesday at the latest). So, write your stories, but you’ll have to link to them a little later, I’m afraid. I know. Life is hard. Wear a codpiece.

So, that’s that.

Flash fiction based on horrible stock photography.

Go.

Flash Fiction Challenge: The Portrait

Go visit last week’s flash fiction challenge — BABY PULP! It’s easily my favorite, so check out the stories.

Okay, so. See that photo?

When the wife and I were in San Francisco, we stopped in a kooky little antique store up near the Marina. It was truly eclectic, like many are, and particularly like many in the city of San Francisco are, and contained within were any number of strange delights and wonders. But then I found that portrait up there. Now, one suspects that the portrait — which clearly portrays a boy who is not, erm, precisely human — is Photoshopped and isn’t actually a real antique. But let’s be honest: that’s not the most interesting interpretation of that story, is it?

So, your task is:

Write some flash fiction about that portrait. Will you write about the monster in the picture? Or the photographer? Or the poor couple who buys the portrait? Or some other unseen angle?

Is it real? Is it fake? Will you write horror? Humor? Urban fantasy? Noir? Some weird mish-mash of genres that remains unexpected? Fuck it, go nuts.

You have 1000 words. (Though next week’s challenge? I’m giving you only 100.)

You have one week. (Next week’s challenge, you get one day.)

As always, post the stories at your blogs. Link to the stories here in the comments. And, if you’d be so kind, link to here from somewhere within your own post.

Once more, you’ve got till next Friday morning.

Please to enjoy.

Flash Fiction Challenge: Baby Pulp

And we’re back.

Once again, with last week’s challenge (The Hotel), you crazy emmereffers came out of the woodwork and did up some amazingly cool stuff. And, once again, it’s time to re-up the stash. I mean, re-up the flash fiction challenge. Ready for another go?

Okay, so, as you may know, the wife and I are expecting our first progeny — Der Wendigspawn — in the next few months. Which means my life has become suddenly and swiftly baby-focused. Everything is crib-nursery-Pooh-poo-bottle-milk-breast-how-many-centimeters-dilated-diaper-Nuk-Bjorn-Boppy-headasplode. On this subject I’ve been commiserating with fellow expectant father-dude, Anthony “Pulptone” Schiavino. We half-joke that, come summer, people are going to see us online at 3AM, drunk, delirious, feeding our respective infants. We will be the protagonists in some crazy baby-related stories.

Then, he said this:

…there needs to be flash fiction pulp based around babies. Lord only knows what people would come up with.

Oh, snap.

And a flash fiction challenge was born.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it:

BABY PULP FLASH FICTION.

It must be baby-centered.

It must be pulp. Pulp is, of course, a kind of lurid, cheap, fastly-produced genre fiction. Men’s Adventure! Noir! Space opera! Superhero! Detective! And so on, and so forth. So, in other words: baby noir! Baby superhero! Baby space opera! Baby adventure! Detective baby!

Baby Pulp.

And that’s it.

Please, no porny baby stories. I just — I mean — c’mon, no. These tales don’t need to be in good taste, but I don’t want any visits from PedoBear, you hear me?

Once again, you have 1000 words.

You have one week (let’s say next Friday, 9AM EST).

Post at your own blogs, drop a link in your blog to here, and drop a link to your blogged fiction in the comments below. Then at the end of the week I’ll tally it all up right here in this post.

Now get that pacifier out of your mouth. It’s time to fill the flash fiction diapers.

BOOM.

[EDIT, Friday 3/25/11: So, this week I’m going to not compile the links — feels like the links found in the comments work okay for most people. Plus, it gets erm, unusually time-consuming to compile all those links. Between baby class Thursday night and trying to hit Friday morning’s writing deadline, it’s a bit of a time-kill for what may be dubious value. That said, if you would rather I continue to compile them, drop a comment below and let me know. If it’s something you prefer, I’ll make sure to revive the practice with next week’s challenge.]

Flash Fiction Challenge: The Hotel

See that picture?

There’s your flash fiction inspirado right there.

Once again, you have 1000 words and one week.

Any genre will do.

Don’t forget to drop a link to your story in the comments below.

It’s time to grab a pen and whip open your trenchcoat — flash fiction style.

(Am I right in assuming that you guys are digging these challenges? I hope so. Yell at me if you grow weary of it — though I can’t lie and say I’m not enjoying the breadth and depth of the fiction that ends up here.)

Who Checked In At The Front Desk?

Dan O’Shea, “Circle of Life

CY, “I’ll Just Take Those Bags Down For You

Jamie Wyman, “Eat. Prey. Love.

Stephanie Belser, “The Project

Abhishek Boinapalli, “From Dreams

Ben Kirby, “Boy

Julia Madeleine, “The Hotel

Madison, “There Is No Om In Hotel

AB, “My First Post

Paul Vogt, “First Impressions

Carmen Maldonado, “People Always Come And Go Like Ants

Andrea Michaels, “Decay

Alice M, “Moira’s Bathroom

Rob A, “End Of The Line

Tim Kelley, “Sisters In Melancholy

Shree, “She Watched Herself From Above

MKS, “The Last Honeymoon

Aiwevanya, “Missed Connection

Sparky, “A Break In The Clouds

Albert Berg, “The Ghosts Of Houses

Lindsay Mawson, “The Hotel

Matt, “American Tango

Letters Bloody Letters, “Strictly Business

Diane Henders, “Freedom

Shullamuth Smith, “Mr. Mojo Rising

Joyce Juzwik, “No Sale

Dan Wright, “L’Esprit De L’escalier

Scott Steele, “The Old Hotel

Boys Behaving Badly, “Amos

Amber Keller, “Bad Blood

Hyacinth, “Full House

CM Stewart, “Rapture At The Hotel

Anthony Laffan, “The Perg Hotel

Lauren (Falconesse), “Rendevouz

Irregular Creatures: Flash Fiction Challenge

The Shackleton’s Scotch challenge was pretty dang cool, and the results were, frankly, fun as hell to read. And a number of you said you’d be interested in more flash fiction challenges.

So, here I am, once more throwing down the gauntlet.

As you may know, I have a short story collection called IRREGULAR CREATURES (buy here), which features nine tales of bizarre-o beasties, mythological miscreants, and mad monsters — the creatures found in that collection (flying cats, Bigfoot, mermaids, mystic hobos, evil sex monkeys, the mesmerizing vagina of a fallen angel) are in many ways like the writer himself: an odd-seeming and often irregular entity.

This week’s challenge, which runs from today till next Friday (3/11/11) at noon, asks you to take those two words — “irregular creature” — and craft some flash fiction around it.

Whatever that phrase means to you, run with it.

You’ve got 1000 words.

Doesn’t mean you need to stay inside the margins of genre — while fantasy, sci-fi, horror and humor are apropos, anything goes in terms of the inspiration you take from that pair of words.

I’ll once more compile them at the end of the seven days.

Well, what the hell are you waiting around for? Get thee to the word mines!

Your own irregular creatures await.

The Results

Karina Cooper, “Looking Too Hard

Josin McQueen, “Irregular Creatures

Jamie Wyman, “Step Right Up

Angela Perry, “Dog Farts

Wes Robinson, “Irregular Creatures

CY, “Signing On

Tim Kelley, “Snowbirds

Albert Berg, “The Life And Times Of Casey Jones

Anthony Laffan, “Three Nights ‘Til The New Moon

Elizabeth Newlin, “Irregular Creatures

Amber Keller, “Running On E

MKS, “Irregular Creatures

Ben, “Coyote

Paul Vogt, “Attempt #3

Snellopy, “Dogspider

Shree, “Daddy’s Girl

Marko Kloos, “Seeds

Aiwevenya, “Writing Class

Tara Tyler, “Irregular Creature

McDroll, “My Irregular Little Creature

Stephanie Belser, “Irregular Creatures

Sroot, “Angels Or Aliens

Seth, “Three

Letters Bloody Letters, “The Story Of Dirty Mari

Michael Montoure, “Control

Boys Behaving Badly, “The Horologe

Sparky, “Waiting Room

Valerie Valdes, “Hiss

Gary B. Phillips, “Mottephobia

Dan, “Jake’s Wake

 

John Murphy, “Unintended Consequences

DeAnna Knippling, “The Last Diary Of Doctor Frankenstein

It Goes Down Smooth: The Shackleton’s Scotch Flash Fiction Results

Crystalline Field

The other day, I said: “Hey, you. That’s right. You. With the clown shoes. And the iguana. And the faint aroma of spoiled milk. It’s time to write a flash fiction challenge based on Shackleton’s Scotch.”

And somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 of you crazy motherfookers stepped out of the shadows and tossed your flash fiction down on the stage and were like, “BOOM goes the dynamite.”

Or something.

Anyway, below I present to you the mighty Shackleton’s Scotch challengers — it’s some good stuff, so do yourself and them a favor, click on over and read away.

Before I present those links, I’ll ask: did you dig the challenge? Do you want more excuses to write flash fiction? Let me know. I could be convinced to do this again.

These Playas Be Ice Cold

(If the fiction had no title listed, instead of going with “untitled” I’m instead listing them with, most frequently, the first sentence of the piece. Also, I’m listing them in the order they were received.)

Josin McQuein: “First You Run Out Of Food, Then Fuel

Dan O’Shea: “Shackleton’s Hootch

Albert Berg: “The Stone Saucer

McDroll: “Whisky Island

David Blakeley: “Inner Child On Forgotten Scotch

Levy Montgomery: “That Single Fly’s Foot

Adam Maxwell: “Bullet Time And The Beer Taxi

Me Myself And I: “I Don’t Drink Anymore

John Kenyon: “Endure

Sparky: “Booze Run

Billy Prophet: “Shackleton’s Scotch

CY Reid: “The Best Laid Plans

Marc Nash: “Drying Out

Ben Kirby: “Last Case Run

KD James: “Scotch On The Rocks

Sean Preston: “Distillation

Gary E. Weller: “Mackinlay’s Samba

Paul Vogt: “Gun Nut

C.M. Stewart: “Snotrunningly

Aiwevanya: “Jeannie In A Bottle

Shullamuth: “A Paean To Spring

Frank McBride: “That Box My Brother And I Buried

DeAnna Knippling: “A Fly In Amber” (use purchase code QN26W)

Rob Hart: “Stealing Shackleton’s Scotch

Madison: “Three Men On A Snow Day

Anthony: “Shackleton’s Magical Whiskey

Orange Tango: “He’s Not Sure Why He Went To The Bar

T.N. Tobias: “A Drink At The Edge

Marian Allen: “For A Few Bottles More