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2014 Flash Fiction Challenge: Headmaster


Angela Juarez, the cutest girl in school. When I reached to tug her hair, a hand fell heavy on my shoulder. The headmaster dragged me away by the ear. “Let’s talk,” he said.


Prompt: Open the book you are reading right now (or a favourite if you aren’t reading anything, oh, and shame on you!), turn to page 33 (or 33% on e-readers) and write a super flash fiction about the first proper noun (person, place or thing) on the page! Word count is 500 as usual, but feel free to use 33 as your word count for this week!!

The book is by William Trevor
A Bit on the Side
The first proper noun on page 33 is “Headmaster”

Once again – rising to the gauntlet thrown down by the 2014 Flash Fiction Challenge


CSMA Prompts and Practice · writing

16 August 2014 – Book Bandits

16 August 2014

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Today’s adventure with the Book Bandits.

The prompts are:

  1. Release the balloons
  2. A pinch of cayenne
  3. Templeton and Sons


Begin Writing
The sign on the door said ‘Templeton and Sons, Investigations’. When it was just Dad the sign read ‘Templeton Investigations’. Then when my brother John got his license Dad changed the sign to read ‘Templeton and Son, Investigations’.  I had just gotten back from my stint in the Navy and Dad had just gotten a third sign that read ‘Templeton and Sons, Investigations’.  My first case was a missing person.

It started on a warm summer morning when he came in the office and sat down at my dad’s desk.  He told us his name was Jimmy and he had a spot of something on the end of his nose.  As he sat, he pulled a tin of McCormick’s cayenne pepper out of the pocket of his jeans and tapped a pinch onto the back of his hand.  When he leaned in and snorted it, like a hit of snuff, his eyes began to water; but whatever had been on his nose was gone.

“Mr. Templeton?” he asked from behind the tears.  “I need to hire you to find a missing person.”

Dad looked at him with distaste.  He had never seen anyone snort cayenne before. “The police do missing persons. You don’t need us.”

“The police are not interested in this case.” Jimmy said. “It’s been over a month and the leads are drying up.”

“OK, tell us a bit about it,” Dad said. “Who’s missing?”

“It’s my friend Anita,” Jimmy replied.  “She’s just vanished.  Rumors have been floating around that she broke her leg but no one’s been able to confirm it.”

“Do you have a photograph of Anita?” Dad asked.

“No, I don’t,” Jimmy replied, “but I can sketch a likeness if you have some paper.”

Dad reached in a drawer and got a sheet of copy paper that he handed over.  Jimmy pulled a green crayon from his shirt pocket.  He put the paper on the edge of Dad’s desk and went to work.  Tongue protruding ever so slightly from the corner of his mouth. Jimmy quickly produced a sketch of a stick figure; identifiable as a woman only because of the triangular skirt he had drawn.  She had corkscrew hair and dots for eyes.  She was smiling.  He handed the crayon drawing to Dad and said, “This is what she looks like.”

“She should be easy to find,” Dad said, “seeing as she has no nose and is about as skinny as a pencil.”
Time is up. Put down your writing implements and step away from the paper.


Daily Prompt · writing

Daily Prompt: 10,000 Spoons

Daily Prompt: 10,000 Spoons

 …When all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse, stanza, or story of badly-timed annoyance to Alanis Morissette’s classic:


Alanis reached up and removed the goggles with the number 5 shades and set down her torch.

The sculpture was almost complete.

It had taken exactly 10,000 flatware spoons and the last one had just been soldered into place.

A single knife was now needed to complete the piece.


Years had been spent to collect the spoons that she used.

Treasures from garage sales and thrift store scavenger hunts.

Each find, a prize – carefully chosen for its place.

But the knife…


The butter knife had to be perfect.


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