Friday, April 10, 2020

flash fiction friday #79

today was not for me; it get hijack from early o'clock. but i eh vex. i was useful today, even if it make fff trigger late. always better late than never and this late is because of worthwhile causes so, all deadlines extended accordingly, onward+upward+whatnot.
flash fiction friday #79; [conceptual] trigger: a future.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory or whaever, once we can all read it; please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends online).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago time.*
[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

4 Comments:

Blogger Kristoff Swantástico said...

Kevon’s nails dry; such a queer. He goes to the kitchen. He drinks water. He does not go mad.

This C-word ends. He is still not mad. He is happy. He remains employed, so do all his friends. Dick is readily available to him now that everyone is back on the outside but his fear of emotionally unavailable men has always been greater than his fear of the C-word so he still does not get any dick, and he still does not get any love except for the love he gives himself (once a night and sometimes in the morning before he goes to work).

People still ask him what he thinks the future will hold. He shrugs his shoulders each time and says “I dunno. Hopefully I will be alive”.

7:31 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done+posted@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2020/04/fff79.html
walk good.

1:37 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

damn @kristoff.
so bleak, for a piece also containing "the c-word ends...he is happy...dick is readily available"...
but, i see you, experiments with voice; yay!

1:45 am  
Blogger SunilpWhittle said...

Universal

12:17 pm  

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