Saturday, October 24, 2015


Janet Reid's latest flash fiction challenge...

Colin Smith took leave of his senses this week (egged on by LynnRodz, to be sure) and suggested a writing contest leaving out the letter "e"

Colin Smith: 
@LynnRodz: I was thinking the same thing (a flash contest without the letter "e"). Maybe with a few prompt words thrown in too. After all, we have Donna's deal to celebrate, and there's that map book Janet's been tormenting us with... :)

And then suggested my precious prescioussssssssss map book as the prize.
Well, clearly this kind of rebellion from those exiles in Carkoon must be squelched at once.
There IS a writing contest of course, since that's how we determine their fate.

Usual rules, plus a new #9, apply:
1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.

2. Use these words in the story:  eject  chute  plunge  gape  less
[You'll notice all those words contain an "e". ]
3. You must use the whole word, but that whole word can be part of a larger word. The letters for the prompt word must appear in consecutive order. They cannot be backwards.

Thus: chute/parachute is ok, but chute/chutney is not

4. Post the entry in the comment column of THIS blog post.

5. One entry per person. If you need a mulligan (a do-over) erase your entry and post again. It helps to work out your entry first, then post.

6. Titles count as part of the word count (you don't need a title)

9. By posting an entry, you agree your contest entry can remain visible on the blog for the life of the blog. In other words, you can't ask me to delete the entry and any comments about the entry at a later date. 

Contest opens: Saturday 10/24, 10am  Contest closes: Sunday 10/25, 10am


My brother dared me to plunge down the coal chute. “Prove you ain’t no reject.” 

My mouth gaped as I stared down the dark hole.

“I triple-dog-dare you!”

Afterwards, Ma examined my sprained ankle and said, “I hope you learned your lesson!”

Leading the way, he triple-dog-dared me through schoolyard bullies, The Great Depression, basic training and three wars.

“I triple-dog-dare you to stay,” he whispered.

“This time I go first. I’ll be there waiting for you. Okay, Father.”

“By this holy unction, and through His great mercy, may God pardon you whatever sins you have committed…”

UPDATE:  I didn't win, but I got special recognition: Not quite a story, but not a dry eye in the house after reading this one!