Saturday, August 29, 2015

Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 10

Ah, the auspicious number 10. Two and a half months! Our competition is so old! Okay, maybe not, but we're getting there. Just wait until we're the ripe, old age of 6 months. Just you wait, Henry Higgins, just you wait.

And onto the competition!


Judges This Week: Rin and Mars

Word count: 300 max

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). Only one entry per person.

Deadline: Midnight tonight, PDT!

Results announced: Next Wednesday!

Remember: The prompt can be mutilated, but not beyond recognition.


YOUR PROMPT:

"Smiling at me every few days is not the same as telling me you're not going to kill me."

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Trippin' Thursday!

What: A stress-free prompt-writing session.

Word count: 1000 word max.

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). However many entries you like!

Remember: We don't care how much you mutilate the prompt (or if your story is just based off of it), 'cuz we're not going to be judging it.

Bonus points: Do it in 5-15 minutes, with no editing.


YOUR PROMPT:

"Wait, your lot bleed?"
"Yours doesn't?"

I think you might be trippin' on something, too.
Or maybe that was the artist.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Year 1, Week 9: Results!


This is totally relevant. "I wish it would stop." The astronaut says. See? SEE?
THANK YOU ALL for participating in this most excellent CFFC #9! Unlike the astronaut, the last thing we want is for this amazing trend of participation to stop ((Very smooth Si.)). Y'all are awesome and we are super happy to be judging a competition with actual entries that we didn't write (optimist, that's me!).



And now, with no further hilarious and distracting memes, let us continue to THE AWARDS OF DOOM.

Honorable Mention

David Jacob Uitvlugt's Torture

Si: Ha! Great twist! Love the way the story leads readers done one particular path (WHAT IS SON DOING?!), the way the truth isn’t revealed until the verrrry last line, the natural dialogue between the parents. Some of the lines exchanged are particularly great: “Healthy? I wouldn’t call anything he’s doing back there healthy.”, “Sometimes you like those strange urges.” I would have liked a bit more tension as the piece progressed, as for such a short writing form, the conversation is a bit drawn out. Poor George! This is a great, funny, light piece. Great story!

Rin: I have to admit, I was worried where you were going with this, given what it sounded like you were suggesting the boy was up to, but that last line had me laughing. It was a good twist, but I do warn(any participant) against suggestive phrasing in the future as that is something that at least 2 of our 3 judges dislike seeing in an entry. However, the dialogue was amusing, capturing the feel of a married couple's light banter well, and I liked the characters, especially George. My favorite bit is '“Healthy? I wouldn’t call anything he’s doing back there healthy.”' because now that I know what he's complaining about in context, I have to feel for him, having listened to not-so-good young musicians play myself. Those guitars can be painful in the hands of an inexperienced player. All around, it was a fun story.


First-Runner Up

Steph Ellis' Siren Song

Si: Beautiful, haunting piece. I love the way it starts with the siren--foreshadowing, but not so much that we know what’s coming. Bit by bit the setting gets revealed--which I understand as the landing of one of the atom bombs on Japan, based on the clues in the story, though it could also be a futuristic setting. The twist where the orange glow appears--sunlight, Chiyoko thinks, and then becomes something much worse--is very well done. The ending. The juxtaposition of the man in the plane and the destruction below is very poignant. The part with Little Boy is a bit confusing, I’m not entirely sure what’s happening--I did like the phrasing “whispered Little Boy sadly as he sent forth his killing wind. ” a lot. Well done!

Rin: This story pulls you right in with thick with good description, tension, and a feeling of inevitable doom just around the corner. I loved the nudges to history contained in it, but I agree with Si that the 'Little Boy' part was a bit confusing. Who was Little Boy? The bomb? The pilot? My favorite line was 'She was already running from this world to the next even as she scrambled back into the shelter, hurtling down steps that dissolved with every movement, carrying her terror and innocence with her.' because it paints a clear image in my mind of what she was experiencing and was a beautiful bit of description. The last paragraph probably shouldn't have begun with 'And', grammatically speaking, but aside from that, it wrapped up the story neatly, giving a feel of desolation and weightiness. Great job!

And, without further ado, the moment you've all been waiting for--


Y1W9 Winner!

Alana Dill

with The 
Siege

Si: Yes! I love the tension and the immediate start to the story. No info-dump, no explanation, but it’s not needed, we jump RIGHT into the action. I like the desperation in the characters (excellently shown by “Can you climb up to the roof? Write 'HELP' on it with kindling sticks?”. Great dialogue! Excellent tension for such a short piece. I love the idea of animals suddenly going crazy/attacking humans for seemingly no reason. I want to know more about this situation--is this an animal zombie apocalypse? Have the animals just had enough? Are they fleeing from something worse? I WANT TO KNOW. Awesome, fun, and fast-paced story!

Rin: I loved the description in this piece. My favorite line was 'They'd awoken to sudden, deep snow. A last few leaves had fallen atop the drifts, leaving red-orange puddles on the white forest floor, like too-fresh blood.' A great piece of imagery! The pace was swift and kept the story moving along smoothly. I enjoyed the way that this has been broken up like chapters, giving it a more 'full story' feel. The only thing that I would have suggested to change is the line 'Jeb sighed. “They're already hibernating,” and sat up dizzily. “Any food left?”' because it is grammatically incorrect. The first bit of dialogue should have ended with a period and the next sentence started with 'He' or the comma stays and be followed by 'he said,…'. Aside from that, it was a great story!

The Seige
I hate it. I wish it would stop.” Sarah watched through a chink in the second-floor shutters. They'd barricaded the stairs. “Goats climb, right?”
On the bed, her guide, Jeb, opened his eyes with effort. Smeared blood had glued his lashes together. “Yeah.” The deer attack had left him woozy and weak.
We're surrounded. Deer, raccoons... a wolverine?” She wondered if they could climb the cabin's exterior walls.
They can't climb up to the second story.”
Bears can.”
Jeb sighed. “They're already hibernating,” and sat up dizzily. “Any food left?”
Just a SlimJim and a banana.” She turned to him. “How are we gonna get out of this alive?”
Someone will come looking,” he said. Both doubted that.
•••
They'd awoken to sudden, deep snow. A last few leaves had fallen atop the drifts, leaving red-orange puddles on the white forest floor, like too-fresh blood.
He'd opened the SUV's hood to find an incinerated raccoon. It had chewed through the battery cable.
The animals had chased them back inside.
•••
He said, “I shouldn't have left the buck strapped to the roof overnight.”
This isn't normal animal behavior.”
Nope.”
In the distance, coyotes squealed, drawing closer.
She shivered, “What are we gonna do?”
Can you climb up to the roof? Write 'HELP' on it with kindling sticks?”
The roof.”
Yeah. Maybe a passing small plane or helicopter...”
We're miles from nowhere and there's another storm coming in.”
So hurry.” 
___
Sarah climbed out the window onto the porch roof, then climbed up on to the main roof. Jeb handed sticks up to her. She was halfway through E when a distant rushing sound caught her ear. The black tree branches swayed at their tips, swarming from every direction, a furry, terrifying rumor approaching all around them.
She screamed.
Squirrels.

Amazing stories all! Be sure to tune in next time for another EPIC round of CFFC!

Who knows what strange youtube video (has Mars shown you guys Yeah Toast! yet? DON'T REMIND HER.) or highly amusing meme will pop up next? Tune in on Saturday to find out! Until then...

*Si and Rin are snatched away, screaming, as Flavio the Death Moth darts in from overhead*

*in the distance, an insane moth flies into the sunset*

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 9

So, here we are again. It's always such a pleasure. Remember how you tried to kill me--that's the wrong song. 

Space Unicorn, soaring through the--

No, that's not it.

Well, what do you want of me?

A writer. 

We need a writer? 

We're holding out for a writer 'til the end of the night!

You heard the alternate-ego. Are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your--*shot*

Take a looksy through the full rules if you haven't already!

Judges This Week: Rin and Si

Word count: 300 max

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). Only one entry per person.

Deadline: Midnight tonight, PDT!

Results announced: Next Wednesday!

Remember: The prompt can be mutilated, but not beyond recognition.


YOUR PROMPT:

"I hate it. I wish it would stop."

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Trippin' Thursday!

In accordance with our theme of insanity (and in tribute to what first began our travels in CFF (One of us was actually on medication when we first began prompt writing together and calling it CFF (which is where our mascot, Flavio, comes from))), we have dubbed these writing sessions Trippin' Thursdays. You have more liberty to be insane on Thursdays than Saturdays, because we're not going to judge it! This is a totally original idea andnothinglikeFF'sWarmupWednesdays idk what you're talking about. Have fun, and have at it! We definitely look forward to your entries.


What: A stress-free prompt-writing session.

Word count: 1000 word max.

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). However many entries you like!

Remember: We don't care how much you mutilate the prompt (or if your story is just based off of it), 'cuz we're not going to be judging it.

Bonus points: Do it in 5-15 minutes, with no editing.


YOUR PROMPT:

"What are you doing now?"
"Looking for skid marks."
"Skid marks?"
"Yeah, from that bus you threw me under."

And a completely unrelated image prompt!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Year 1, Week 8: Results!

Guys! We had seven entries! We haven't done that well in almost 7 weeks! Way to go, all you beautiful contestants! (Can you tell this is exciting!) From this lovely batch, we have selected three stories (I mean, like usual, but seven entries, guys).

Also! Announcement: For fun, we're going to start having Trippin' Thursdays (it'll come out at 12:01 am). Stress-free prompt-writing (no judging). You also get like 1k to write with (and I guess we really couldn't care how long it is, as long as it's still flash fiction, but 1k seemed reasonable, so). Hope to see you there!

Note: Si wrote her reviews while being menaced by a totally fearless squirrel.

Honorable Mention

firdaus' Crashed

Si: OMG this story. Such pain. Much tragedy. Wow.

Great dialogue, great story progression. THE ENDING. There’s very little description but the reader is totally clear on what happened, and what is happening. The ending, while powerful (excellent job cutting it off where you did btw), is a little confusing because it seems like the nurse was aware of the husband in the room the night before--so it took me a second to “get” that she didn’t. The dialogue throughout is great: short lines that keep you in the story, but there isn’t any wasted space. It conveys emotion with the briefest of description, and I like that it’s not hard to keep track of who is speaking even though we don’t have “tags” (he said, she said)--the clarity of the dialogue makes them unnecessary. Well done!

Mars: This story is great in the way that it makes even the reader question reality. Whenever a ghost shows up in a story and delivers factual information that the main character couldn't have known, it makes me wonder if they were really there or not--when the husband details the extent of her injuries, for example. The ellipses used complemented the dialogue instead of detracting from it (I have a thing about ellipses. When used in excess, I don't like how they make dialogue sound, usually, but here it fit the whole "I've just been severely traumatized" thing). Watch out for repetitive sentence structure--"She woke up [. . .] . Her throat was dry. She watched [. . .]"--since that can make a piece lose some of its luster. I have to give you props on the ending, though--that moment of hope, just to be crushed by an unassuming bystander. What a punch in the gut! 

First-Runner Up: 

Steph Ellis' Leonard

Si: I really like the twists in this story, and the unreliable narrator. We don’t know that he’s unreliable--first he’s crazy, then he’s a sane bystander, then he’s clearly seeing things. It’s hard to handle this kind of narrator well, so great job! There was some confusion over the Leonard in the fight and Leonard the bystander--clarified somewhat by him thinking it annoying that the guy shared his name--but at the very end of the story, he seems totally cognizant that the guy IS actually him. So it’s hard to tell whether he is unaware of what he did, or whether he knows. My favorite part was the description of Leonard in the mental hospital--you can really see it. The initial dialogue is also very well done--each line is short but easy to follow. Great job!

Mars: A sense of pity is evoked readily by the great character development in this piece. There was also clever hinting towards Leonard's true location and mindset before the final reveal--lines like "their conversation echoing round and round in his head," and the description of the other residents of the asylum. In his "I shouldn't be here" thoughts, one could assume that it was simply a nursing home. The only real confusion I feel while reading the story, even now, is the line, "He heard a cry, the sound of a body crumpling." I'm not sure what's going on there. Otherwise, however, I found it was very easy to keep track of the story, and the ending was fabulous. 

And, without further ado, the moment you've all been waiting for--

Y1W8 Winner!

Phil Coltrane

with Come to Grief

Si: This story had excellent emotion and tension throughout! I loved the way that the details of the situation--the father’s age, the futuristic setting, the relationship between father and daughter--were dropped throughout the story and avoided a big info-dump. Great integration of backstory, world/setting, and the story! The scene is not action-y but still has a lot of tension--is she going to press the button? Is he going to convince her? I’m curious as to why he tried the Immortality Treatment so late--or why if he had it earlier, it didn’t manifest until year 437. I like the way he switches tracks from “Push the button if you love me” to “Push the button because you hate me.” “In his bloodshot eyes, she saw something virtually unknown to modern civilization: real pain. ” --great line. Excellent story!

Mars: I love the idea that mankind has found immortality . . . almost, and now pain is practically nonexistent. Though it is never mentioned directly in the story, I get the sense that all Zara can feel for her father at this point is pity (good character emotion!). I thought it was a very unique take on the prompt, as well--it's not something I would have thought of. I would have liked to know more about the 'electrochemical command' that Zara got--it didn't really make sense to me. All in all, however, this is an excellent piece of sci-fi. The last line--Zara confessing to her already-dead father--tugged at my heartstrings a little bit, and also gave the piece a nice, circular feel.

Come to Grief
"I love you." 
"You're only saying that because I almost killed you." Zara pulled her hand away from the glass panel, and the crimson circle that would terminate his life support. 
Paralyzed below the neck, the man in the biomedical bed tilted his head toward Zara. "Please... daughter. By law and custom, as my sole relative, only you may end my suffering." His raspy voice raked against Zara's heartstrings.
Zara stared at the husk of a man. Holographic indicators overlaid his medical data. Age: 437. Pulse, blood pressure, brain activity. Diagnosis: Immortality Treatment Rejection Syndrome. Prognosis: progressive paralysis, agonizing pain, death within the year. In his bloodshot eyes, she saw something virtually unknown to modern civilization: real pain. How could she let him suffer in this cold hospital room? She was his daughter: he was her responsibility. 
Zara felt the impulse firing through her neurons: the electrochemical command telling her finger to press the button. 
"No!" She turned away from him. 
"My daughter... Medical science gave me four centuries of life, but has reached its limit. Close the circle. End my suffering." 
"Growing up, I dreamed of a father," Zara confessed. "Someone to love me unconditionally. But you weren't there." She turned to him again. "I made my own way in life -- and quite well! Now you send for me, not to make amends, but merely to press a button?" 
"Then you hate me. Push the button. Give me what I deserve." 
"I don't hate you," Zara said pityingly. "I don't even know you. You're a stranger to me." With one hand, she stroked his brittle hair. With the other, she pressed the button. 
"I love you," he mouthed silently, and then he was gone. 
Zara slumped to the marble floor and cried. "I love you, too."


We look forward to more of y'all's work in the future! See you tomorrow or on Saturday!

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 8


Judges This Week: Si and Mars

Word count: 300 max

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). Only one entry per person.

Deadline: Midnight tonight, PDT!

Results announced: Next Wednesday!

Remember: The prompt can be mutilated, but not beyond recognition.

YOUR PROMPT:

"I love you."
"You're only saying that because I almost killed you."

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Year 1, Week 7: Results!

We were pleased to have three very varied entries to choose from this time around. The mishap on Saturday had us wondering if we'd get any at all!

Honorable Mention

Ophelia Leong's Neighborly Duties

Rin: This was a fun one. I liked how Matthew wasn't really all that interested, a nice twist on the typical vampire/human scenario. My favorite line was "Superglue dripped onto the floor like sap and Elena hid the paintbrush in the trashcan," because that bit of description puts a vivid picture in my head of how it would squish under the feet when he stood up. Nice job.

Mars: This felt both done and not done--I like to imagine Matthew suddenly jumping out of his shoes and driving a hidden stake through Elena's heart (I also wonder where she got that superglue that doesn't dry for five minutes? I'd like some)--but it did make a nice little story arc for a flash. Matthew's obvious disdain/disinterest was a nice touch, as opposed to the the normal love-at-first-sight scenarios in typical YA Urban Fantasy fiction. Something else I'm just noticing: the word style is done well here; it feels flowing and quite . . . surreptitious. Stealthy, flowing, cat-like. Good job!

(Bonus points to you for making me learn a new word: surreptitious. Also, Elena's "no man should be able to resist me!" thought made me think of a Mockingjay parody (observe lyrics "Gale and I have chemistry . . ."))

First Runner Up

M T Decker's Hypothetically Speaking

Rin: I love crime-scene type shows, so this story was a treat for me! The dialogue was good and flowed well, giving me a good idea of the character's personalities even without the help of much description. I like how instead of having it where the answer is clear, the characters went through a bunch of different scenarios in which someone might have a use for it. Especially enjoyed the mention of a real-life forensic science thing, fingerprint fumigation. Well done!

Mars: (I forgot to finish this I'm so sorry) Dialogue-heavy stories are something I'm generally very fond of; it pleased me to see a flash that carries a plot well through mostly dialogue. I am left wondering what conclusion Gina was drawn to, but that feels like part of the charm for the speculating, progressive tone of the piece. I like the look into Gina and her husband's relationship--we see one side of them in the brainstorming session, but there's a hint towards something else; nicely done character dynamics without being flashy. Nice work.

And, without further ado, the moment you've all been waiting for--

Y1W7 Winner!

Josh Bertetta

with A Sticky Situation

Rin: I loved this one! The mysterious feel was good and I liked how I was kept guessing how the super glue would tie in until the very end. My favorite line was "He didn’t care about her deformed ear, her abnormal arm, or club foot. He loved her for who she was," because the sweetness of it really did a good job of making me question my own intuition and whether I was reading more suspicious things into what came above it, making that last line really pop!

Mars: It took me a few re-reads to understand exactly was going on, and then I had a little "Awww" moment. The suspense was artfully played up to drive home the last line--what exactly his greatest work was. The reader can tell how obviously he dotes upon her--even before his declaration of love--which demonstrates excellent characterization. This is a really cute piece!

A Sticky Situation 
“Why do you have a pound of superglue—you know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know…I’ll just trump it up to another one of your idiosyncrasies.” She smiled, and tucked her hair behind her good ear, leaving her thick auburn locks covering the other. 
He asked her if she’d like a drink; she accepted. 
They sat across from one another, the tub of superglue on the mahogany coffee table, and sipped the brandy in silence. He stared into her large round eyes, then let his own admire the perfect symmetry of her face. A paragon of beauty. 
“Can I use your restroom?” 
“Of course. Shall I help you?” 
“Thank you, but I think I can manage.” She propped herself up on her cane, and hobbled toward the hallway. “Third door on the left, right?” 
“That’s right.” 
He refilled her drink, and waited, musing over the work to be done—his greatest work, his magnum opus
Upon her return, she thanked him for refilling her drink, sat, and together they shared hopes and dreams and thoughts on life. She liked him, and she knew he knew it; he loved her and he knew she knew it.

He didn’t care about her deformed ear, her abnormal arm, or club foot. He loved her for who she was. But she neither loved herself nor believed her worthy of love. 
She took a big sip of brandy, set the tumbler down, and yawned big and heavy. Her perfect cheeks flushed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I—I—”

Her eyelids grew heavy; she eked out an embarrassed smile, and passed out. 
He cradled her in his arms, brushed back her hair, and kissed her forehead; he bent at the knee and picked up the bottle of “Dr. Frankenstein’s Medical Grade Biotic Super Glue.”


 Great job, everybody! See you on Saturday (this time on time, heh)~

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 7

We've had a #crackedflashfail this Saturday. We apologize for everyone who was up at midnight, waiting for the prompt to come through (if there were any, that is. Heh). 

Take a looksy through the full rules if you haven't already!

Judges This Week: Rin and Mars (Sie is packing)

Word count: 300 max

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). Only one entry per person.

Deadline: Due to our scatterbrains, we forgot to put up the prompt promptly. (*murdered for bad pun*) Therefore, the deadline has been extended to Sunday, 3 PM, PDT. Note that this is abnormal and will be for this week only. Still 24 hours to write, however!

Results announced: Next Wednesday!

Remember: The prompt can be mutilated, but not beyond recognition.

YOUR PROMPT:

"Why do you have a pound of superglue--you know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Year 1, Week 6: Results!

We were disappointed by the amount of entries that we received last week--there's not much of a competition if there's only two entries to choose from! Even so, two stories are better than one--we'd like to give a big round of applause to our two contestants--Steph Ellis and Ophelia Leong! 

First Runner Up

Steph Ellis' Sometimes Holidays Really Get Your Goat

Rin: Dai and Will are fun characters in their incompetent goonishness and I wonder what made them get into the devil-worshiping in the first place. There was a lot of comical dialogue and back story throughout, especially the idea that the devil had had his holiday fire pit ruined last time. It was greatly amusing to imagine that. My favorite line was 'The small goat continued to chew on Dai's shoe, a picture of innocence.' because I can just see that and I love how it comes out at the end that they'd had the right one all along and he'd tricked them. Sounds just like what a mischievous spawn of the devil might do!

Mars: This was an amusing take on the prompt--a clever play on words. The character dynamics stood out, too--Dai and Will make for a good, humorous character pairing. The joke at the end--actually having the right kid--made the piece complete. It also prompts an intriguing question--what made Dai and Will pick up "this devil worship lark" in the first place?

Y1W6 Winner!

Ophelia Leong

with Changeling Duty

Rin: I love faerie lore and all things mythology, so this was a fun one for me. I especially liked Deenan's character and wonder whose bright idea it was to let him lead a newbie onto the 'child-swapping' field with only one job under his belt. No wonder they bungled it, King Oberon ought to chew out their commanding officer instead! XD The dialogue was entertaining and Deenan's attempt to boss around a toddler with formal talk was amusing. My favorite sentence was definitely 'A dewy blue eye peered down at Sephira and a drop of drool from a toothy grin fell on her face.' It was good description and evokes a strong 'Ew!' response from me. I just squirm at the idea of being drooled on. Gross! Nice job.

Mars: This was another amusing take on the prompt--I don't read a lot of faerie lore (and usually the faeries I read about are closer to the traditional kind), so it's fun to see into a changeling job. I, like Steph, was expecting the toddler to take a chomp out of one of the faerie's heads (which would have quickly turned an amusing story into something much more dark, I suppose . . .). It's also a little amusing that they could be caught so easily by a tiny kid. Well done!

Changeling Duty
“Oh no. We brought the wrong kid.” 
“You’re kidding me.” 
“No, really. Look. He’s too big to be a baby.” 
Sephira glanced at the bundle of blankets on the grass, anxiously twisting her silver-green hair between her fingers. She had to admit it had been difficult to fly whilst carrying it, but… 
“Deenan, you told me you had everything checked out. You said that was the right house! We already put the changeling in!” 
Deenan scratched his long, pointed ears, his fine features red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. This is only my second time doing this, okay? Changeling duty isn’t easy.” 
“You’re telling me! I waited forever for this and now my partner just bungled my first job!” 
Just then, they heard a yawn and a soft rustling behind them. Sephira’s heart turned cold. Deenan’s purple eyes widened and he trembled. Changeling duty was not known to be dangerous to faeries, since they usually handle babies, but an older kid was another story altogether. 
“Ooh, new toys!” 
Sephira tried to fly away, but strong little fingers grabbed her wings. She struggled, calling for Deenan, but he was caught in the kids’ other hand! 
A dewy blue eye peered down at Sephira and a drop of drool from a toothy grin fell on her face. 
“Ew!” she exclaimed as she tried to wiggle free. “Deenan, talk to it! Do something! This is all your fault!” 
“Human child! Let go of us at once! We do not belong in your realm!” Deenan shouted wobbly as the child shook him about. 
Sephira rolled her eyes. “I don’t think it understands Faerie court talk, genius.”

The kid began walking back towards the house, still holding the faeries. Sephira sighed; what was worse, a scolding from Oberon or playtime with a toddler?


Hope to see more of y'all next week!

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 6

It's always such a pleasure. Remember how you tried to kill me--
twice?
Take a looksy through the full rules if you haven't already!

Judges This Week: Rin and Mars

Word count: 300 max

How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). Only one entry per person.

Deadline: Midnight tonight, PDT!

Results announced: Next Wednesday!

Remember: The prompt can be mutilated, but not beyond recognition.


YOUR PROMPT:
"Oh, no. We brought the wrong kid."
"You're kidding me."

Actually, it's at midnight, but details.