Flash Fiction ONT

Happy Thursday, Morons! I thought we would do something a bit different tonight. Have you ever heard of Flash Fiction? Basically, the way it works is I show a picture, and you have to tell a story about what's going on in that picture... in exactly 100 words; no more, no less. So I am going to post a dozen pictures, and you can pick one of them to tell a story about. In one hundred words.

Photo credit: Kiel James Patrick

Now, if you don't want to write a story, you don't have to; you can still treat this as a regular ONT  and socialize, but I'd really like to read what you come up with.  I'll start you off with 100 word stories for the first two pictures.

So whaddaya say, Moron Horde? Show me your writing chops.

Photo credit:
Aaron J. Groen

The moon.

The pregnant moon.

She giggled a little as the thought occurred to her, her breath steaming in the crisp October night. How can a moon be pregnant? She wondered. Who or what would impregnate it? She imagined the two of them, the moon and it's hopeful lover, the sun perhaps, enjoying coffee in a Soho diner, the night rife with romantic possibilities.

A pregnant moon. How silly!

She giggled again and carried that amusing thought with her into the Stygian darkness as the creature's jaws closed on her throat for the final time.

The moon.

The pregnant moon.

Photo credit: John Hafner

Roger could feel the heat radiating from the barrel of his AR-15, even through the shroud. As he shifted his position in the window of what had once been a nice, middle-class suburban home, his foot sent glittering shell casings skittering across the floor like cockroaches. How many rounds? Hundreds? Certainly. Thousands? Maybe. Beyond his perimeter, the mindless horde shuffled as it geared up to charge. Roger could hear them chanting, "My pronouns are Xe/Xir/Xim" and "Wear your mask!". A chill ran down his spine as he realized he was down to 3 mags. It wasn't going to be enough.

This one was kind of weird in that I wrote the story before I found the picture, and I'm not happy with the picture. I wanted to find a picture of an armed man peering out the window of a shattered house, but I just couldn't find a good picture. I actually wrote a slightly longer version of this story (130 words) when I was having a conversation with fellow Moron and published author Mark Huffman. Mark just published a new book for children, called The Toot Fairy, and it's a hoot. Anyhow, we were discussing dystopian fiction, and the above is what I came up with.

Photo credit: Alexander Marten Zhang

Photo credit: Stanley Forman

Photo credit: Howard Creech

Photo credit: Gavin Hoey

Photo credit:Chris Burkard

Photo credit: Mohd Firdaus Zulkefili

Photo credit: Casey Thomason

Photo credit: Dina Chmut

Tonight's ONT has been brought to you by cereal, because, after all, it is a Weirddave ONT.

posted by WeirdDave at 10:13 PM

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