“Don’t Touch The Floor”

Good morrow, fair readers. I present today a second response to Inspiration Monday, this time using all five prompts for a selection of Twitter Fiction tales (all 140 characters or less). Let me know what you think!

“The floor is lava!” the boys cheer, leaping on couches. A single smirk; a spell softly spoken. Child-bearing chairs ooze into the eruption.

 

He arrived bleeding

He was dying, and so was she. “Give him to me!” Instead, she was left to wait with a spreading redness and a stomach swollen, but empty.

 

History unravels

The time machine worked. He went back to kill Hitler, as many would try to do. He was successful. Shame he never traced his family history.

 

If you can read this…

She knelt to read the headstone’s tiny print: “You are too close…?”

The reaper lunged from the grave earth in search of its new companion.

 

The middle of everywhere

Mum went to Heaven, of that I’m sure. Dad, I think, is in Hell. My fate was always to be in Limbo. As I was in life, so shall I be in death.

- Love The Bad Guy

“DAY 19: Fireworks”

Hello readers! I have an assignment due today, so I’ve written only a short piece of Twitter Fiction for the 19th Day of the BlogFlash2012 Challenge. I hope you enjoy it, and thanks again to all who have taken the time to comment or even “like” what I’ve posted thus far. It means a lot!

1st Day can be found here.

* Fireworks *

He saw fireworks when they met. Likewise, their love burned bright for only a moment, then faded to an ashy nothingness.

- Love The Bad Guy

“DAY 11: Greed”

Another post for today, readers. And given that today is the 12th day of the Challenge, and this is my 11th post, I can nearly breathe a sigh of relief — so very, very close to being caught up! (Or, I may already be caught up — I’m not sure. Time zones always confuse me, but I think Australia might actually be ahead of Terri’s blog. In which case, YAY! Up to speed!)

To try and overcome my writer’s block, I challenged myself with a piece of Twitter Fiction — 140 characters or less. And here it is; let me know what you think.

Check out other bloggers’ posts here.

Check out my first BlogFlash2012 post here.

Greed

Ship-wrecked, starving, desperate. He steals the last water-bottle and runs. Six miles later, he chokes on salt-water.

Beaten to the punch.

- Love The Bad Guy

“Trust This Only”

Another post for this week’s Inspiration Monday. This time round, I’ve got a few pieces of Twitter fiction using the prompt: trust this only. I had a play with the tone of the stories, but I also messed around with punctuation to change the prompt a little. Enjoy!

“I’ll love you forever,” he vowed. “Trust this only.” Looking back, he realised she never did make the same promise…

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He sighed, a deep and mournful sound. She’d wanted to leave; she’d asked for ‘trust’. This only meant one thing—she wasn’t coming back.

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Ellie hated her Robot2.0 and refused to turn it on. “Trust this? Only a fool would entrust her life to a machine.” Turns out, she was right.

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“Trust this only,” she growled in my ear. “I’ll come back for you.” I shuddered as I pulled the knife from her spine and let her drop.

- Love The Bad Guy

“That’s Not Blood”

Good evening, my awesome readers. I have here a few pieces of Twitter Fiction in response to one of BeKind Rewrite’s InspirationMonday prompts, that’s not blood. Hope you like!

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He tumbled and swore as his leg cut open. The hunter moved to help. “Wait… That’s not blood.” The green ooze flowed as the creature pounced.

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She sliced, slashed and stabbed until blood rained down upon her. But wait, that’s not blood. You’d need a heart for that.

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He brings his finger to his lips, sticky and hot, to lick it clean. “That’s not blood,” she laughs. “…Right?” He offers her a scarlet smile.

- Love The Bad Guy

Success!

If you’ll excuse the bluntness, that one-word title pretty much sums it up.

The Twitter Fiction that I posted recently was published as “Today’s Story” over at One Forty Fiction!

Excited? Just a little bit…

- Love The Bad Guy

“I Hope Not”

Hello readers. If you haven’t had the chance yet, I’d love for you to read my last post and partake in my experiment. But for now, please enjoy these short pieces of Twitter Fiction for this week’s Inspiration Monday.

The first two use the prompt I hope not; the third uses pick it up. Comments are greatly appreciated!

Doctor in the House

“Doctor!” she gasped. “My chest hurts … Do you think it’s a heart attack?”
“I hope not,” he recoiled. “My doctorate was for Literature!”

Two Blue Lines

He thought they were soul mates, until the day she lifted her head from the toilet to answer his hesitant, hopeful question: “I hope not.”

Picking Up the Pieces

“Pick it up.” She did not comply. “Pick it UP!” So she did. He didn’t have time to react when it smashed against his skull.

- Love The Bad Guy

“Try Not To Scream”

Please enjoy this trio of Twitter Fiction (stories written with 140 characters or less) using prompts from this week’s BeKindReWrite’s Inspiration Monday.

The prompts used have been written in bold and incorporated as pieces of dialogoue. As usual, any and all comments are much appreciated.

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“Try not to scream.” The advice was wise, but went unheeded. Gleefully, the beast followed the wailing echo of its prey.

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 “Maybe I’m a mind writer,” she replied. “Mind reader,” he spat scornfully. Wordlessly, she took out her pen and wrote her husband’s demise.

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The blood pooled prettily, vividly … endlessly. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she gasped, but her veins continued to spill, regardless.

- Love The Bad Guy

“Escape Your Own Skin”

Here are this week’s entries for Be Kind ReWrite’s Inspiration Monday.

This time round, I have to give a shout-out to the brilliant Mike from over at MJ’s Short Stories. He does fantastic things with a small number of words, and so I was inspired to have a crack at what he calls ‘Twitter Fiction’, or stories in 140 characters or less.

I have never realised how difficult it was!

I’ve written an entry for all five of the InMon prompts. This was a new challenge for me, so I hope you enjoy.

Sometimes I feel like I need to escape my own skin. I rip wickedly at my flesh to try and get out, but I only wind up with more scars.

 Check for monsters

“Check for monsters,” she used to say. “In the cupboard. Under the bed.” It never occurred to her that the monster was the person checking.

 Innocent costume

She bought the princess costume, unable to resist her baby’s innocent, hopeful smile. Of course, her husband may dislike their son’s choice.

 What you can’t see will kill you

The undiscovered mysteries of the box called to her irresistibly. She ripped off the lid and screamed as it whispered cruelly, ‘Pandora…’

 Riddles in the dark

“Which door do you choose?”

The darkness was shattering. Trembling, he reached out and found an ice-cold doorknob.

He’d always hated riddles.

- Love The Bad Guy