Prompt#9

Prompt#9

Written by: FlashFiction

Current prompt till 15th of September is:

Paper-Planes

Time to beat my own drums, well more like our drums. ;) As of today Flash Fiction boasts of 105 registered writers! Woot! Last prompt had 18 fabulous entries to it. I don’t know if we’ll go uphill from here or not. But I am cherishing this moment and THANK YOU ALL for making one of my wishes come true, now only if you all donate a billion I can strike of another one too. ;) This site has now become much more than I ever imagined it would be. I do realize that the comment counts on posts is quite less. A certain wise and nice lady once told me: “You can always find something good in every piece of writing, which you can thank the writer for. And if you don’t like anything at all, give a useful critique that in your opinion would help the writer get better.” I’m not saying everyone should live by this code. But you can sure give it a try and find out for yourself. After all, the main purpose of this site is to provide a platform where writers can make new friends. Also, the lack of comments certainly doesn’t mean we don’t have readers. Over a 100 have subscribed to the site’s feed and another 20+ via email. So we are being read.

Also, I’ve created a separate category for Posts that are not on current/past prompts and have also provided their links on the side-bar. I still encourage everyone to share their work and am delighted that people are finding this a good platform, but I’ve decided against showing them at the homepage as I like a certain order and would like to keep the idea behind the site intact. Please bear with me for the same. To everyone who is interested in reading them, they are just one click away and would also appear in the feeds.

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September 1, 2010 Posted Under: Featured   Comments

Quest

Quest

Written by: FlashFiction

PIA

 

Posts on this prompt:

Celestial Lessons 001: Black Hole or Shining Star? by THREE

The Last Stop by Lost Addiction

Universes In His Head by T.M.Riddle

Apocalypse by Kreation

Contact by The Wakeful Tree

6th Dimension by Yamini Murty

Homesick by Mithun Mukherjee

What the Universe Feels Like by Elvie

Roddy’s Night Out by Ric

The Last Stop by z3phyr

Just Another Day At Work by Rohan

100% Chance Of Rain by blistertoe

Twilight Zone by Sarah Hina

Note Left Under A Picnic Table Near The Griffith Park Planetarium by Joaquin

Just Another Day At Work by Rohan

Immortal by Shruti

Now and Forever by Kits

Acknowledged by Aniket

September 1, 2010 Posted Under: Featured   Comments

Acknowledged

Acknowledged

Written by: Aniket

“Insignificant. That’s what they think of us.”

“I respectfully disagree commander. I’m sure they never intended to hurt our feelings. In fact there was a lot of support for us from the masses.”

“Our feelings? You must be joking. Those ignorant fools don’t even know we exist. I never agreed with our President to adapt their culture and language. Our language had 531 alphabets. A whole 504 more than this stupid English we have adapted ourselves too.”

“You mean 505, sir. But the whole point was too simplify our communication systems. Also, it would have made rehabilitation easier to their planet if we ever had troubles on our own.”

“We are a far superior race. We can not possibly get into any trouble these earthlings could help us with. The only thing they seem good at is increasing their numbers. Their numbers increase in integral proportions. I’m amazed how they do that when their species possesses only one genitalia per specimen. Its shocking.”

“Erm. I’m sure they are good at other things too. Sir. We have observed and implemented other systems from them too. Like their judicial process. By not killing anyone who committed a crime and having them imprisoned after having them tried in the court has both increased our relatively negligent population and also increased employment prospect. Not to mention their game of football. You do realize a petition has been made to convince other planets to take up the sport too and maybe, then we can have interplanetary club teams and all the planets can compete in galaxy cups every held every century.   The possibilities are limitless. It’ll help in establishing peace across the universe and understand new life and new civilizations.”

“Did you just quote Star Trek on me? You know I hate that thing. Universe is not something you can dress pretty and talk your way through. You’ll be disintegrated even before you step out of your solar system. Leave alone your galaxy. Now, Firefly I can relate too. But don’t ever mention Star Trek again.”

“I’m sorry sir. Won’t happen again.”

“I see we’ve reached within range. Shoot the fizziles.”

“Are you sure you want to do this sir? This may be considered as an act of war.”

“An act of war would have been had I shot them with gizziles and annihilated their race. This will only stun them for an hour. Let them know, Pluto is a planet. And we Plutonians don’t take kindly to be ignored or their planet to be demoted off the solar system.”

“Acknowledged.”

August 31, 2010 Posted Under: Flash Fiction   Comments

Now and forever

Now and forever

Written by: Kits

She had been making out under the blanket of stars ever since she could remember. Well, maybe when she turned 15, just to keep things real. The boys, they were never really of a particular type. Red-haired, brunettes, tall, short – all sorts. She never went for the fat ones though post the Randall incident (He had squished her in a moment of passion you see!)

Her mama was an alcoholic. Her step-dad was a no-good sob and always leched at her. They called her names behind her back. ‘Whore’, ‘slut’, ‘skank’. The names didn’t affect her so much… Continue reading

August 31, 2010 Posted Under: Flash Fiction   Comments

Immortal…

Immortal…

Written by: Shruti

She struggled to untie the ropes cutting into her wrists. Her legs were bleeding by now. She looked around trying to squint through the darkness but it looked as if she was locked up in a void. There was an eerie silence all around her. She was suddenly blinded for a moment as a spotlight flashed on her. She instinctively smiled for a moment. Just then, the ground beneath her gave way and she shrieked as she fell deep into the darkness but no one heard her; she didn’t hear herself. There was just a creepy silence.

She… Continue reading

August 28, 2010 Posted Under: Flash Fiction   Comments

Note Left Under A Picnic Table Near The Griffith Park Planetarium

Note Left Under A Picnic Table Near The Griffith Park Planetarium

Written by: joaquin


Dude this sux.

Beats chem. and study hall. What did u bring 4 lunch?

Forgot. Is there machines?

Didn’t see any. U want half my sandwich?

Ok. Thx. Wtf are we doing here?

Learning about stars, duh. And not smelling Ms. Carmody’s no soap using ass.

No I mean like wtf are we doing here on this planet. What if it goes on forever backwards and forwards? All the space and dust and stars are really just a molecule in something else. Or what if there… Continue reading

August 27, 2010 Posted Under: Flash Fiction   Comments

Twilight Zone

Twilight Zone

Written by: Sarah

“It’s only a lightning storm.”

“Just keep talking.”

“Happens all the time.”

“Not up here.”

“Sure up here.”

“Not to me up here.”

“Give me your hand.”

“Can’t. It’s taken.”

“I didn’t mean it like—”

“No, I mean it’s welded to this whatchamacalit.”

“I think it’s called an armrest.”

“I think it’s called a false sense of security.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Chloe.”

“Can you close your eyes for a minute, Chloe?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because I might miss the… Continue reading

August 27, 2010 Posted Under: Flash Fiction   Comments

100% chance of rain

100% chance of rain

Written by: blistertoe

written by blistertoe (blistertoe.com)

Police lights turned outside the backyard window.  James stood watching with nothing else to do.  Caught captive in the sprinkling of rain.  Each step he saw in a new drop.  Another idea in a new drop.  Across the street, the house with the noisy dog was quiet.

One thing had happened.  But on the window, a thousand raindrops had landed.  A thousand ideas.  A thousand possibilities of what really happened.  All of them would spread.  Neighbors were emerging.  Evolving from their worlds like slow Cro-Magnon.  Rakes rested on houses.  Mowers calmed down with the… Continue reading

August 27, 2010 Posted Under: Flash Fiction   Comments
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