Flash Fiction Writing Challenge, Day 5

Flash Fiction Writing Challenge Day 5

Welcome back to the Flash Fiction Writing Challenge!  If you haven’t already, you should check out our intro post for more details.  The basics are:

  1. Pick one of the two image prompts below. (Don’t read my stories or anyone else’s until you’ve written yours!)
  2. Write an Everyday Vignette (200 words or less) or a Flash Fiction (300-500 words, or up to 1000, if you’re feeling ambitious).
  3. Post your story in the comments on this post and check out the stories others have written.  Optional: Don’t forget to go to the artist’s deviantArt page (just click on the image) and give them a shout-out to let them know that their piece inspired you.

If you write a short story every day this week, you win!  What do you win?  Respect from your fellow writers, and we might have a little goody for you at the end of the week.

Flash Fiction, Day 5

Well, that wasn’t where I expected to go.  When I first picked the peacock photo a week or two ago, I had a completely different idea of what the story was going to be.  I guess that just goes to show that the same prompt or idea can spawn completely different stories!

The scarecrow picture was difficult.  I wanted to have some more Halloween-y options, since we’re only a few days out, but I don’t usually write things in that vein.  In other words, be prepared for a couple more Halloween options for the rest of the week, which I will probably not write a Halloween theme for, haha.  I’d love to see your takes on them, though!

Did your stories take a different turn than you expected today?

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No one knew her name.

She came to every ball, but she never danced.  Oh, it’s not that she wasn’t asked.  She just never said yes.

Actually, she never said anything at all.  She had a language all her own.  “Yes, please,” was a flutter of her fan and a quick downturn of the eyes before she looked back up at you coquettishly.  This response never followed a request to dance, though.

“No, thank you!” was indicated by a snap of the fan and a tiny stomp.  If she was particularly peeved, she would turn her back as she snapped her fan back open in your face.

Every man had to attempt to ask her to dance at least once.  It was a matter of pride.  She never said yes, but no one cared.

Tonight was my turn.  I never had a chance.

But tonight, she said yes.[/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end]

Everyone has a job to do.  Some of them are glamorous, some aren’t.  His job was not.

Standing sentry over a corn field is distinctly non-action packed.  But it was essential, so he never complained.  Day in, day out, he was there.  The farmers made sure that he was kept comfortable: plenty of padding, sturdy cross posts.  He was appreciated and valued.  But he wasn’t exciting.

Until the day the locusts came.[/ezcol_2third_end]

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