Saturday, August 5, 2017

Cracked Flash: Year 3, Week 2

Welcome to another round of Cracked Flash Fiction Competition!

I saw nothing was up yet, so here we go!

Judge this week: To-be-determined.

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!). One entry per person.

Midnight tonight, PDT.

Results announced: Next 
Wednesday afternoon.

Remember: Your entry must begin with the prompt! The prompt can be mutilated, but not beyond recognition. (Pictures do not need to be incorporated into your stories: they're for inspiration (and amusement).)

To say the wedding wasn’t going as planned was the understatement of the century.


  1. Title - Jilted
    Prompts - To say the wedding wasn’t going as planned was the understatement of the century.
    Word Count - 278
    Twitter - @nancymbeach

    To say the wedding wasn’t going as planned was the understatement of the century. People say hindsight is 20/20. They are wrong. Chad was perfect. Tall, blue eyes, yadda yadda. But more than that, he had a heart of gold. I mean, I guess he doesn’t have a heart of gold or I wouldn’t be sitting at the altar with mascara puddling on my once crisp wedding dress.

    No aspect had been overlooked. The chocolate fountain in the foyer, the roses just like Great Grammom had at her wedding. Everything was perfect until an hour ago.

    I replay the scene in my mind that would haunt me for years to come.

    “Do you, Chad take Jennifer to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
    I look into his eyes and see a shadow. A bolt of terror goes through my body.
    “Jen, I have something to say.” He looks about to cry.
    “Now?” I hiss.
    “I…I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.” The piano is still playing in the background. My head is spinning. I look at the pastor, and see a confusion. Friends and family shift uncomfortably in their seats. There is a dry cough from the back pew.
    “It’s Emily. From Toastmasters.” I glance to the back of the church where she had slipped in late, with jeans on none the less.
    “She, uh.” Another cough, the pastor motions the piano to repeat the last song.
    “I’m already married. To her. Her boys. They are mine. I never meant to hurt you.” Head down I watch him run down the steps, wrinkling the white runner as he bolts for the door, with Emily on his heels.

  2. White Noise

    By Tiptim
    256 words

    To say the wedding wasn’t going as planned was the understatement of the century. I felt increasingly cold, as the blood drained through the wound made by the knife stuck in my gut. People think having your wedding gate-crashed by greedy strangers, or vengeful former lovers vying to use make their objections known, or even embarrassing details of your past being made public are the worst things to happen at a wedding. No, they are not. There is nothing worse than death at a wedding, except one thing; getting killed by the person you were getting married to. Pandemonium had followed with the entrance of the knife into the scene. The screaming hadn’t stopped, the pain had only just blocked it out into white noise. My ‘guests’ were fleeing. I couldn’t hold it against them; they didn’t know me and I didn’t know them. I had only paid them to attend, for appearances sake.
    The red blood slipped through my fingers, to soak and dye the plush white carpet I lay upon. I craned my head to try and look for my wife, and I saw her departing form in her white gown. Bitch! Somehow she had found out. She had merely done what I had planned to do, only she had been more brazen, and she had done it first. Our alliance hadn’t been one of love, I had wanted her money, and she, power. Well, the joke is on her… neither of us would be getting what we wanted it seems.
    Because I lied.

  3. Title: I do
    Word count: 278
    Author: Quentin Christensen
    Twitter: @qchristensen

    To say the wedding wasn’t going as planned was the understatement of the century, according to Mother. Oh, she does overreact! Well, it's not Mother's wedding. It's mine, and I don't care! This wedding is going ahead today regardless. And. Everyone. Will. Be. Happy! It's going well isn't it, auntie? You'd tell me if it was a disaster, right?

    So, the groom needed a shave. And he was in chains rather than a suit and cummerbund. At least he said, "I do", right? Who caresif it came out more as "Arrroooooo!"? He said it with such enthusiasm and conviction. Isn't that's what is important in a marriage?

    I am disappointed not all his family were able to make it - they were still stuck out in the woods. They are a close family though, isn't that sweet auntie?

    Oh, I've always only had eyes for my Nathan. He is so strong and sure of himself. He is so athletic and loves the outdoors. He hunts and fishes. Oh, auntie, I shouldn't say this to you, but he is like an animal in the bedroom!

    Ok, yes, so he did turn into a wolf. I should have checked the calendar earlier. It doesn't happen that often, but aren't wolves so majestic and beautiful?

    Oh dear, what's he got? Oh, I better go, I'll be back after the main course, and we'll chat further!

    Nathan! Nathan dear! Remember what we said? We chose the seafood for mains! The lovely chefs are preparing it right now.

    Yes, I am very impressed that you went and caught a sheep, for me.

    No, we have fish for mains. No sheep! Now come. Sit.

  4. I am having trouble finding the results for this week's contest. Can you help?