Flash Fiction Challenge – The Real Nanjo Castille #CarrotRanch #FlashFiction @Charli_Mills

I’m taking a chance on one of Charli’s 99-word prompts over at The Carrot Ranch!

During the course of the Ranch Rodeo last month, Charli and her judges received a good few spam entries, and one was rather funny, from Nanjo Castille. You need to click on the prompt link above to see it! The spammed message inspired Charli to create a prompt…

November 9, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fictional story about The Real Nanjo Castille. You can set any gender, era or genre to reveal the character behind the mystery. You can also imagine the daily life of The Real Nanjo Castille. Go where the prompt leads.

Here’s my take!

The Real Nanjo Castille
Her dad had always been terrible at writing.
Downfall of being a doctor.
When he went to register her birth, instead of stating Margot, he handed them a scrap of paper to read, seeing as he’d wet the baby’s head a little too much the night before.
And so, Nanjo Castille came into existence.
It was obviously an omen.
She was diagnosed with dyslexia as a secondary school student, but help came too late. Reading and writing were never her strong point.
Still, every cloud has a silver lining…
She’s now the most popular human spam bot in existence!

WRITESPIRATION #140 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 45 – Shoes @sacha_black

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

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Write a day in the life of a pair of shoes – your protagonist IS the shoes.

“Look at them, with their high heels and pointed, patent toes. Okay, they look good, but what about all the pain they cause?  I know she is excited to wear them. Louboutins, they call themselves, with those funny red soles. But she’ll come back to me, as always. Slippers are the best.”

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My comfy slippers!

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/11/08/writespiration-140-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-45/

 

Flash Fiction Challenge – The Chair #CarrotRanch #FlashFiction @Charli_Mills

I’m taking a chance on one of Charli’s 99-word prompts over at The Carrot Ranch!

November 2, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story.

Hope this is ok!

Nanna would always be sat there in her chair on the porch.
I would spend hours with her, sat at her feet as a child, playing with my dolls, or reading a book. Sometimes she’d read me a story.
As I got older, she was still there, my sounding board, always giving me sage, simple advice for any problems I was facing.
Today I really need her. It’s a big step I’m about to take. I only wish she was still here…
Looking over, the empty rocking chair slowly creaks, as if encouraging me.
See, she is still here.

WRITESPIRATION #137 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 44 – Grope! @sacha_black

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

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This week I want you to write about the day you accidentally squeezed someone’s boob!
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Image from Google

“Well, this is an interesting fruit display!”
I went to pick a rather succulent mango up, except I couldn’t.
It wriggled, and then I realised that my hand was clasped around the boob of a human serving platter!
Embarrassed, I let go, leaving a clear handprint in the previously perfect body paint!

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/11/01/writespiration-139-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-44/

Tower – #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

“So, whaddya think, babe?”

Ken gestured towards an old ruin, a single tower standing amongst some dilapidated arches and crumbling steps.

Barbie sucked in her breath… and exhaled fast, taking several fast gulps of air before she remembered what her Yoga teacher had taught her about calming herself, and slowed down the intakes of breath, counting to ten before turning to her boyfriend.

“Exactly where have you brought me? I thought we were surprising each other by acting out our fantasies, not nightmares!” She looked around, turning her nose up at the mud and grass all around.

“But I thought you wanted to be a princess?” Ken was puzzled. He had racked his brains to surprise her. “See… there’s a tower, and look!” He rummaged in the holdall he had slung across his torso. “Here’s your hair!”

Barbie recoiled in horror as he pulled out a wig that consisted of six-foot-long synthetic blonde hair, displaying it proudly.

“What? You expect me to wear that??”

“Well, it’s not me that wanted to be Rapunzel, is it?” Ken stared at the retreating figure of his girlfriend. “Babe? Babe! Come back! I even got you a tiara!”

#writephoto

 

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