By Michael Seese
In my last post, in addition to bragging about "The Confession," I also mentioned a similar 100-word contest, this one at the blog of A.S. King, author of Please Ignore Vera Dietz, and the forthcoming Reality Boy.
The rules:
1. Your story MUST start with this sentence: Janet was early.
2. Your story MUST end with this sentence: Of course, she didn't.
3. Your story must be 100 words or less.
Here is my entry:
Janet was early, which is uncommon for one’s death penalty
hearing. Emotionless, she faced the three anonymous judges.
“What is your plea?”
“I have to consult my magic 8 ball.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“It speaks the truth. But you can’t handle the truth.”
“You are out or order.”
“You’re out of order! The whole trial is out of order!”
“Guilty,” said one. “I must ask. How could you? Did you stop
to think before murdering those innocents?”
Janet shuddered. A giant cosmic spider exploded from her chest.
Just before it decimated the tribunal, it hissed, “Of course she
didn’t.”
You may be wondering why there is a magic 8 ball and a cosmic spider. If you go to the blog entry promoting the contest, you'll see why.
The deadline is 8/18, so you still have time.
Was Janet early? Click to tweet.
Beware the cosmic spider. Click to tweet.
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"The Confession" In 100 Words
By Michael Seese
In what has become a weekly event, Janet Reid is having another 100-word contest. This time, we have to include:
fiction
slush
spade
hear
262
This week's piece, "The Confession," is rather chilling, if I do say so myself.
The Confession
“Mr. Sims, are you aware that under California Penal Code section 262, non-consensual sex with a spouse is rape?”
David sat, motionless.
“Sir, did you hear me?”
He heard. But his brain was occupied, occupied with the words, thoughts, images which caromed in a confused jumble. He tried to pull sense from the slush, sift the fact from the fiction.
Where is she? What did I...
No!
Calm.
Calm.
Calm.
“Mr. Sims, we can subpoena your former wives. Have them testify.”
“You’ll need a spade to find them,” he whispered.
Apparently, David only now realized, this wasn’t the first time.
What do you think? Feel free to share your thoughts on "The Confession."
On a similar note, Janet's blog has a call-out for A.S. King's 100-word contest. That one is open until August 18. So you have time. My entry is up there.
Have you made "The Confession?" Click to tweet.
In what has become a weekly event, Janet Reid is having another 100-word contest. This time, we have to include:
fiction
slush
spade
hear
262
This week's piece, "The Confession," is rather chilling, if I do say so myself.
The Confession
“Mr. Sims, are you aware that under California Penal Code section 262, non-consensual sex with a spouse is rape?”
David sat, motionless.
“Sir, did you hear me?”
He heard. But his brain was occupied, occupied with the words, thoughts, images which caromed in a confused jumble. He tried to pull sense from the slush, sift the fact from the fiction.
Where is she? What did I...
No!
Calm.
Calm.
Calm.
“Mr. Sims, we can subpoena your former wives. Have them testify.”
“You’ll need a spade to find them,” he whispered.
Apparently, David only now realized, this wasn’t the first time.
What do you think? Feel free to share your thoughts on "The Confession."
On a similar note, Janet's blog has a call-out for A.S. King's 100-word contest. That one is open until August 18. So you have time. My entry is up there.
Have you made "The Confession?" Click to tweet.
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