Yes, it’s Monday again and time to unleash your creativity on the world. Here’s a challenge to get you kick-started.
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-100 words with the following line in it somewhere:
It was over.
What’s over is up to you – an affair, a friendship, a trip to space, a holiday, a football match, a writing competition, a year…Let your imagination go.
Now, last week’s challenge brought in some simply brilliant entries.
Here was your challenge:
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-100 words with the following line in it somewhere:
If she didn’t stop doing that soon, he was going to kill her.
Please click on the following link to read something a little different from Simon Farrell:
https://sfarnell.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/the-wallet-esther-monday-motivation/
Sanfransciscoatheart wrote this super story:
She had said, “five more”. The cuckoo on the wall had chirped twice since. But, this was a matter of life and death. Should it be the Choos or the Loobs, diamonds or emeralds, Chanel or YSL? Thousand combinations were tried and she was still adorning Victoria’s Secrets. Inky pinky pinky had been played a million times. She had gone back and forth a trillion times. He was the quintessential man and if she didn’t stop doing that soon, he was going to kill her.
Now it’s time for the next installment of Rajiv Chopra‘s amazing Mary Jane series:
Damn that Mary Jane, thought Spidey bitterly. “Why does she have to encourage those two little creatures. Always skulking around, talking of Rings, and Dark Lords, and Mountains of Fire. They claim that they saved the world. Pah! That’s me – Spiderman. I do it everyday. Damn her. She encourages those little weasels.
Dark thoughts whirled in his Spider brain. She had to stop loving them so much. If she didn’t stop doing that soon, he was going to kill her.
No! He loved her too much to harm a hair on her head. Those Hobbits, he thought grimly. They die….
Murray Clarke was inspired to write this fun piece:
The noise was driving him insane. Droning on and on and on. He looked down at the blank sheet of paper on the desk in front of him. How was he expected to concentrate on writing Esther’s Monday Motivations piece with all that racket going on?
The incessant sound was slowly getting closer. Louder and louder till he felt as if his brain might burst at anytime. If she didn’t stop doing that soon, he was going to kill her.
Finally, he could stand it no more. “Stop that bloody hoovering, woman,” he yelled at the top of this voice.
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Esther Chilton 
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