Two neighbor ladies rockin’ on the porch…

Janet Reid is runnin' another Flash Fiction Contest!
My clients have learned to fear email from me that has the subject line: I have this idea! I revised that from "I have this great idea" several years back when I realized I should let them decide if it was great or not.

So, I have this idea! Instead of prompt words, how about a choice of three prompt sentences? (great, right??)

These rules apply:
1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.
2. Use one of these prompts in the story. It does not have to be the start or the finish, BUT the words must be in order. You don't need to include the author of the phrases.

1)  when you spot an orchid cactus at the grocery store, you bring it home.—Luralee

2) "Do the laundry or die!" —french sojourn (Henry) 

          3)  holy cow, that's a lot of empties. —nightmusic (Althea)

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

Contest opens:  9am, Saturday, 7/4/20  ~~ Contest closes: 9am, Sunday, 7/5/20

My Entry:

Two neighbor ladies rockin’ on the porch…

Mable: “Sweet Jesus, you killed another plant.”

Erline: “Luralee bought it at the Piggly Wiggly, claims I tol’ her when you spot an orchid cactus at the grocery store, you bring it home. I never said no such thing. She’s just tryin’ to wiggle out of doin’ the shoppin’.   Pardon me… HENRY,  DO THE LAUNDRY OR DIE!”

Althea lugs a basket of bottles to the curb. “Recyclin’ things are out, Mama.”

Mable: “Holy cow, that’s a lot of empties.”

Erline: “Raisin’ three youngins is hard work. Is it any wonder I drink?”

****

No winner yet -- Janet wants the Reiders' input first -- but I did get Kudos for using all three prompts. 

NANNA NEEDS A GAT

Janet Reid's The SnappsyFlash Fiction Writing Contest!

In honor of my new best friend Snappsy The Alligator, I think we need a writing contest!Prize will be a copy of Snappy The Alligator (Did Not Ask To Be In This Book) which I love with all my cold little heart! (yes I bought two copies, one for me, and one for me you.)

The usual rules apply:

1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.

2. Use these words in the story: snap, gator, ask, tie, iron

3. You must use the whole word, but that whole word can be part of a larger word. The letters for the prompt must appear in consecutive order. They cannot be backwards. Thus: iron/irony is ok but tie/tile 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.

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

11. You agree that your contest entry can remain posted on the blog for the life of the blog. In other words, you can't later ask me to delete the entry and any comments about the entry at a later date.

12. The stories must be self-contained. That is: do not include links or footnotes to explain any part of the story. Those extras will not be considered part of the story.

Contest opens: 9am, Saturday 9/2 ~~ Contest closes: 9am, Sunday 9/3

My Entry:

"Where’s your nanna?"

"She’s napping. Why?"

"She said she needed some muscle and asked for a gat or a tire iron. Tire iron’s too heavy, so I got her this Beretta Pico .380."

"Nanna said gat?"

"Yeah, she must love old movies."

"God, don’t give her a gun. She’s dangerous! We had to take her license and car away because she drinks."

“Hey, cutie, is that my heater?”

“Nanna, you don’t know how…”

“I ain’t no Dumb Dora.” She grabbed the gun. “It’s puny, but it’ll do.”

She pointed it at her grandson. “Now, sonny, about my car and license…”

UPDATE: I didn't make the 5 finalists, but I did make the long list! Winner(s) not yet determined.

.....

HE DRANK WITH IRISH ENTHUSIASM

Janet Reid's Contest #99

I'm reliably informed that this is the 99th flash fiction contest. (That number excludes contests that involved stacking books to make sentences, or anything involved with photos.)  99 is such a great number.  For me, it will always be the number associated with Maxwell Smart's sidekick: Agent 99.  In honor of #99, let's have a writing contest!

The usual rules apply:

1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.

2. Use these words in the story:  agent  99  max  well  smart

3. You must use the whole word, but that whole word can be part of a larger word. The letters for the prompt must appear in consecutive order. They cannot be backwards. Thus: max/Maximus is ok, but agent/argument 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.

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

11. You agree that your contest entry can remain posted on the blog for the life of the blog. In other words, you can't later ask me to delete the entry and any comments about the entry at a later date.

12. The stories must be self-contained. That is: do not include links or footnotes to explain any part of the story. Those extras will not be considered part of the story.

Contest opens: Saturday 3/4/17, 9am ~~ Contest closes: Sunday, 3/5/17, 9am

My Entry: 

Payday, and Muldoon’s at maximum capacity.  Yanks are singing “99 Bottles of Beer,” and Da’s discussing art with his mates.

“Looks like an orgasm, art at its worst,” said Da.

“It’s Jackson Pollock, ya eejit!”

“C’mon, Mam’s waitin’ dinner, and she’s in a fit.”

“Feckin spuds again.”

“Jayzus, Da, you’re drinkin' us all into vegetarianism!”

I held him while he splashed his wellies in the alley. “You’re a gent,” he said.

Mam handed me the letter from University.

“Are’ya accepted?”

I was. But with five wee-uns, and Da’s drinkin’, she needs my wages.

“No.”

She bowed her head and exhaled.

.....

UPDATE:  The finalists are posted; her decision comes later. I didn't make the finalists or even a mention.



.....

UPDATE: 7 May 2017

Well, this is very interesting.  It was reported back in 1995 that Modern art was CIA 'weapon':

For decades in art circles it was either a rumour or a joke, but now it is confirmed as a fact. The Central Intelligence Agency used American modern art - including the works of such artists as Jackson Pollock, Robert Motherwell, Willem de Kooning and Mark Rothko - as a weapon in the Cold War. In the manner of a Renaissance prince - except that it acted secretly - the CIA fostered and promoted American Abstract Expressionist painting around the world for more than 20 years.

The connection is improbable. This was a period, in the 1950s and 1960s, when the great majority of Americans disliked or even despised modern art - President Truman summed up the popular view when he said: "If that's art, then I'm a Hottentot." As for the artists themselves, many were ex- communists barely acceptable in the America of the McCarthyite era, and certainly not the sort of people normally likely to receive US government backing.

Why did the CIA support them? Because in the propaganda war with the Soviet Union, this new artistic movement could be held up as proof of the creativity, the intellectual freedom, and the cultural power of the US. Russian art, strapped into the communist ideological straitjacket, could not compete.

.....