Friday Fictioneers 18/4/14

THE CHALLENGE:

 

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

 

THE KEY:

 

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Pop along here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com to take part and have fun!

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Mike sighed, the sound of his breath stupidly loud in his ears.

Ah well, he thought to himself, stooping to pick up the flip-flop before someone else’s kid tripped over it and he found himself knee-deep in explanations, it’s not as loud as it was in here ten minutes ago, chasing Amy and her friends around like the zombie monster from Scooby-Doo. Birthdays, eh? All noise, cake, snotty noses. Still, Alison would have the rest of the sprogs under control now and then they could…

He caught his train of thought; there was no ‘they’ anymore, only ‘he.’

 

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12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers 18/4/14

  1. Sprogs, ankle-biters, rug-rats – we’ve used all kinds of expletives for trainee humans in our time. Shame he lost his other half, though – dealing with them alone is hard.

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