Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[glynndah]

Oh, I love this thread. I'll be back later with my contribution.

 

[SweetWitch]

bump

 

[shereads]

What follows is not, I say again, NOT, original. I swiped it from the introduction to "English As A Second Fucking Language" by Sterling Johnson. The goal was to show the versatility of the word, FUCK. That it was accomplished in less than fifty words is just lagniappe.


Night At The Opera

Mary, would you like to attend the opera this evening?

Fucking-A! Should I wear my black dress?

Why the fuck not?

Fucked if I know--Oh, fuck! I just remembered. It got fucked up in the wash.

Well, fuck the opera. Let's stay home and fuck.

Good fucking idea.


Rumple Foreskin

Shit, this is funny.

 

[tickledkitty]

It's really hard to get to 10 posts when the topic is so specific. I mean, it was a lot easier to come up with something for "water" or "art" or "summer." Just sayin'.

 

[neonlyte]

Rainbow's End

On Beara cliffs ridden
in Autumn hue
where hands of bread
sing earthly praise
for souls once riven
from mortal toil.

In Skibbereens tomb
of un-named souls
and voices mute
of famine's plea
Where tore the breath
of natures blight
to cast the living
upon open sea.

Where is the voice
that suffered pain?
On Beara cliffs sodden
with English shame.


http://www.breadmatters.org/BM/BM3/rp/rp.html

 

[TE999]

Oh, I love this thread. I'll be back later with my contribution.

We'd like one from you pretty witch.

It's really hard to get to 10 posts when the topic is so specific. I mean, it was a lot easier to come up with something for "water" or "art" or "summer." Just sayin'.

Make a contribution (or two)and you can pick the next topic.



All the creativity on this site and we can't get six 100 word contributions?

Let's keep the FlashFic flame burnin' folks.

 

[DeeZire]

Whiter Shade of Pale #5 or #6. I'm not sure which.

In the interest of keeping this thread alive, I will contribute yet another piece of hack writing.

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She brushed the white paint on as if she was brushing the hair out of his face. How she longed to touch him, feel him, smell him. “Perhaps someday,” she said to herself as she swept the wet bristles across the rough surface.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she set it aside to dry. Finally, just before dinner, she dredged up the courage to confront him.

“Here it is My Lord.”

“Here is what?”

“The whiter shaded pail you asked for.”.

“Whiter Shade of Pale,” he laughed, grabbing her around the waist. “It’s a song, silly wench. Come here. Let’s dance.”

 

[SweetWitch]

http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh34/Molly_Wens/sSig_bump1.gif
(just because I like that smilie )

 

[TE999]

Whiter Shade of Pale #6

"Oh man, I thought that piton was secure. Hey, where am I?"

"You're dead Mark."

"Dead? No way! Who are you?"

"I am your Guide."

"Guide to where?"

"The Other Side, Mark."

"Where you takin' me?"

"To the light of course."

"Dude! I'm really dead arent' I?"

"Yes."

"One minute I'm climbin' Crag Mountain. Then I'm here."

"Shall we go?"

"Yeah. Hey, this is funny. Talk about a whiter shade of pale. I'm almost transparent."

"We all are. That's one of my favorite songs. There's the Light ahead."

"Wow! This is the ultimate high, too cool!"

"And over we go..."

(100 even)
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Four FlashFics to go people. #10 chooses the next topic.

Anybody?

 

[glynndah]

A Whiter Shade of Pale #7

She closed her eyes and danced. “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was their song. Her eyes still closed, she raised her arms and placed them around his neck and sighed. The rustle of her gown was the only sound in the room. She swayed gracefully until the music was finished, the dance over.

She opened her eyes as the last few notes faded away. Her hands dropped back onto her pajama-clad lap. Her lover disappeared and the ‘swish, swish’ was no longer taffeta, but the wheels from her chair as she slowly moved across the floor of her lonely room.

(100 words)

 

[SweetWitch]

"Oh man, I thought that piton was secure. Hey, where am I?"

"You're dead Mark."

"Dead? No way! Who are you?"

"I am your Guide."

"Guide to where?"

"The Other Side, Mark."

"Where you takin' me?"

"To the light of course."

"Dude! I'm really dead arent' I?"

"Yes."

"One minute I'm climbin' Crag Mountain. Then I'm here."

"Shall we go?"

"Yeah. Hey, this is funny. Talk about a whiter shade of pale. I'm almost transparent."

"We all are. That's one of my favorite songs. There's the Light ahead."

"Wow! This is the ultimate high, too cool!"

"And over we go..."

(100 even)
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Four FlashFics to go people. #10 chooses the next topic.

Anybody?

Actually, yours is number 7 and Glynndah's is number 8. Only 2 more to go.

 

[damppanties]

She closed her eyes and danced. “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was their song. Her eyes still closed, she raised her arms and placed them around his neck and sighed. The rustle of her gown was the only sound in the room. She swayed gracefully until the music was finished, the dance over.

She opened her eyes as the last few notes faded away. Her hands dropped back onto her pajama-clad lap. Her lover disappeared and the ‘swish, swish’ was no longer taffeta, but the wheels from her chair as she slowly moved across the floor of her lonely room.

(100 words)

I liked that. A lot.

 

[glynndah]

I liked that. A lot.

Thank you.

 

[TE999]

She closed her eyes and danced. “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was their song. Her eyes still closed, she raised her arms and placed them around his neck and sighed. The rustle of her gown was the only sound in the room. She swayed gracefully until the music was finished, the dance over.

She opened her eyes as the last few notes faded away. Her hands dropped back onto her pajama-clad lap. Her lover disappeared and the ‘swish, swish’ was no longer taffeta, but the wheels from her chair as she slowly moved across the floor of her lonely room.

(100 words)

Good one, pretty witch.

Thanks.

 

[TE999]

Actually, yours is number 7 and Glynndah's is number 8. Only 2 more to go.

Doggone--you're right.

Who's up for #9?

 

[glynndah]

Doggone--you're right.

Who's up for #9?

I may be, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. And if anyone else is inspired, feel free to jump in. It's not as scary as it looks.

 

[_Lynn_]

Doggone--you're right.

Who's up for #9?

I started a couple but they all sounded dumb.

 

[glynndah]

I started a couple but they all sounded dumb.

Come on. Show us. I'm sure they're all fine.

 

[TE999]

I started a couple but they all sounded dumb.

Third times the charm Lynn.

 

[DeeZire]

Glynndah - what a pretty story - well worth the wait.

 

[_Lynn_]

#9

They swirled across the dance floor until it was time for a break. Sipping their drinks, they held hands and stared into each other’s eyes. Ruby blushed when Bill winked at her and arched his eyebrow. The lights dimmed as they returned to the dance floor for another song.

“A Whiter Shade of Pale,” Ruby smiled. “Remember the first time we heard this?”

“Of course I do. It was 1967 and we danced to it on our tenth anniversary,” he replied.

“Can you believe we’ve been married fifty years?”

“You’re still beautiful, Ruby,” he whispered as the music played on.


((100 words))

 

[TE999]

They swirled across the dance floor until it was time for a break. Sipping their drinks, they held hands and stared into each other’s eyes. Ruby blushed when Bill winked at her and arched his eyebrow. The lights dimmed as they returned to the dance floor for another song.

“A Whiter Shade of Pale,” Ruby smiled. “Remember the first time we heard this?”

“Of course I do. It was 1967 and we danced to it on our tenth anniversary,” he replied.

“Can you believe we’ve been married fifty years?”

“You’re still beautiful, Ruby,” he whispered as the music played on.


((100 words))

That's beautiful Lynn.

Thanks.

Okay--who's up for #10?

You get to change the topic.

And do the first one if you choose to.

 

[_Lynn_]

That's beautiful Lynn.

Thanks.

Okay--who's up for #10?

You get to change the topic.

And do the first one if you choose to.

Thanks.

 

[tickledkitty]

10/10 A Whiter Shade of Pale

“Dude! What the hell kind of music is that?”

“Shut up, man. My grandparents are staying here for the weekend. This is a classic. A Whiter Shade of Pale.”

“So, you gotta listen to this shit until they leave?”

“Yup. They’re old hippies. They’re totally cool.”

“No shit? Think they brought some ganj with ‘em?”

“Prolly. Why? You wanna go smoke a bowl with the old folks?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Oh, right. They’re my grandparents, man.”

“So? Let’s go ask ‘em.”

“No.”

“Come on, dude. You said they’re cool.”

“They ain’t that cool.”

“I’m gonna ask.”

“No! Wait!”



Next topic: Writing

(Unless we've already done it. I can't remember.)

 

[TE999]

“Dude! What the hell kind of music is that?”

“Shut up, man. My grandparents are staying here for the weekend. This is a classic. A Whiter Shade of Pale.”

“So, you gotta listen to this shit until they leave?”

“Yup. They’re old hippies. They’re totally cool.”

“No shit? Think they brought some ganj with ‘em?”

“Prolly. Why? You wanna go smoke a bowl with the old folks?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Oh, right. They’re my grandparents, man.”

“So? Let’s go ask ‘em.”

“No.”

“Come on, dude. You said they’re cool.”

“They ain’t that cool.”

“I’m gonna ask.”

“No! Wait!”



Next topic: Writing

(Unless we've already done it. I can't remember.)

Way to go TK!

We have a new topic folks.

Who's first?