I hope you’re all having a good Monday so far. If you’re struggling for inspiration, here’s a challenge to help your creative brain to get working.
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-300 words with the following two lines in it somewhere:
Well, that was certainly fun. And very unexpected.
I hope that gets the ideas coming. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
Last week’s challenge brought in some interesting and entertaining stories.
Here was your challenge:
Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-200 words with the following line in it somewhere:
“No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!” he yelled.
Hugh Roberts was first in with his clever tale:
“No! Stop what you are doing. Now!” he yelled.
Beads of sweat trickled down Tom’s face, stinging his eyes. His heart raced so fast that had it been a racing car, it would have crossed the finishing line way ahead of the rest of the field.
“Are you sure?” asked Zoe.
Tom’s head felt like it was going to explode. He didn’t want to launch himself into the unknown…not yet! Then he remembered that dream he had always had.
“No…Oh go on then,” he said, as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Zoe turned around and pushed the button. Tom’s first book had now been published.
Ageofaquariousweb felt inspired:
“No! Stop what your doing! Now!” he yelled.
As I look into my fiance’s face and see the look in his eyes I can tell he loves me. With the words of the Officiant, I know that this is real and I am happier than I have been in my whole life. Battling love TKO’s after another, I finally have found the man of my dreams.
“And if there is any one who see this marriage not fit, speak now or forever hold your peace”…
“No! Stop what your doing! Now!” he yelled. WTF….”Is that my baby, daddy, you are kidding me right now”!
“Security, escort this missing link the hell out of here. Did he really think he had a say?”
“Go ahead, son, I mean, Pastor, we are ready!”
Bubbles and Beebots sent in a brilliant story:
“No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!” he yelled.
It was the first time her father had ever yelled.
MOM was always the one harping on about math grades and coming home past curfew.
Her constant nagging made Dad afraid to come home.
When he did, he was always so nice. He took her out for pizza. He undid the locks on her cell phone.
Which was why she told the courts Mom would get drunk and hit her.
HE loved her, unlike Mom.
But he’d been somehow changing, ever since she’d moved in.
Here’s the next entertaining piece in the Mary Jane series from Rajiv Chopra:
‘No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!’ he shouted. Spidey woke up with a start. It was not a dream. He had seen her do it. He looked around. He was alone. It was not a horrible dream.
That evening he was at his favourite pub, that hated letter in hand. The letter in the black envelope. That’s when he saw those hated Hobbits, each holding a black envelope.
‘What’s going on?’ he asked, finding himself to be unusually warm and chummy. Misery does indeed seek misery, and finds comfort in the least expected places.
They showed them their black envelopes, gloomy lines coursing down their almost childlike, ageless faces. ‘A beer,’ said Frodo. ‘Let’s have a beer, and drown our sorrows together.’
Beer flowed along with their lament. Tears coursed down their cheeks. They vowed eternal, drunken friendship, and swore to find her.
As the evening wore on, the pub doors were flung open, and in walked a most outlandish person. Dressed in green, with a white pasty face, dressed in a red smile that seemed to have been carved on to his visage.
He snarled bitterly. ‘My Harley Quinn has run off with some dame called Mary Jane Parker.’
And here’s Simon Farnell‘s super take on the prompt. Please click on the link to read his story:
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Esther Chilton 
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