Thursday, November 14, 2013

Week 42 fanficflashfic

Here are the prompts, as chosen by this week's judge, @sandyquill.

You may use one or both to inspire your writing.

"Forever is composed of nows." 
Emily Dickinson

Remember to check the rules

Have your 100 - 200 words submitted by 12:01am Friday, November 15, US EDST.

We want anything and everything: poetry, prose, fanfic, OF. 


Leave your entry as a comment - include your word count, and your twitter handle if you have one.

Probably good practice to reference any source material, too. 

FYI - entries that exceed (or are under) the word limits will not be considered by the judge.

Also, I've had a few questions lately regarding the submission of more than one entry. Yes, you may submit more than one flashfic. I'm going to say a maximum of two (2) entries though. Furthermore, they're not to be continuations, or related to each other in any way -- they need to be completely separate, stand alone entries. 


  1. Word count: 100 words on the nose
    Twitter handle: @AnnaLund2011


    There’s always water, in my dreams.

    Thinking of you, there’s always a backdrop of ocean, sea, lake, or river.

    Water, gushing, or gently streaming.

    Intimately connected with water and sunshine and warmth, and sand or pebbles under the soles of my feet.

    There’s something so basic, so grounding, with the simple thought of you.


    There’s nobody quite like you.

    I hold my hand out—you take it and turn it over. You lean down and place a gentle kiss on my upturned palm.

    Warmth spreads, like bushfire.

    I am safe.

    There’s sun. There’s water.

    And there’s you.

    My ocean.


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  3. @ladylibre on and Twitter
    Word count: 199

    You look so sad, like being here is too much.

    Not enough.

    Your bronze locks beckon me forward, whipping in the surf-scented wind, and your emerald eyes flutter closed.

    Even in agony, I am your relief.

    “Must I go?” you whisper, heavy and thick.

    “Yes.” I cannot stop touching you, fingertips ghosting, memorizing your face. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the plane.”

    Your beautiful brows knit, still thinking. “Come with me.”

    My thumb brushes your dry bottom lip. “How?”

    You grip my wrists, pinning me in place with your hungry gaze. “I’ll die if you don’t.”

    As you stare at me unblinking, the future unfolds in your eyes:

    Creamy lace and candlelight, poppies not roses, and gluten-free cake because you’re allergic.

    One boy, another, then twin girls because they run in your family.

    Birthday parties, anniversaries, blurred lines and promises.

    The truth in every lie.

    “Go,” I finally say.

    It is all I can do.

    A long pause, then you rise with my heart in your hand.

    “Though I marry her tomorrow.” Your voice breaks. “I am yours forever, even now.”

    I turn from your benediction, and the tide crashes against the shore, proud and unfeeling.

    Washing us away.

  4. @jdifrans on twitter
    116: word count

    I watch the last bit of day descend over the lake between the mountains. The rising and setting of the sun looks so very alike - merely a little glimpse of light on the horizon.

    Is our love not the same? It rose slowly from our hearts and in time shined for all to see. But now, now it is leaving, ever so quiet in its retreat.

    Once again I am full of questions. Who is this person, what makes him tick, can I trust him not to break me?
    The one that won't let me go though, the one that gnaws at me most: is this just the beginning of our forever or the end?

  5. Pinkcookie (contact me at
    163 words

    It’s the last day of our mountain vacation. The sun sets over the lake casting a soft orange glow. You lean over and while kissing me sweetly, reach behind me for our backpack. “Sneak!” I grin at you. You grin back and take out a shiny, perfect red apple.

    Now, I watch as you slowly peel it and silently feed us slices one by one. You’ve done this same little thing for us hundreds of times.

    Apples are not my very favorite fruit as they are yours; but, the connection between us as we look into each other’s eyes while we share one is the real treat for me. The love I see reflected there is real, constant and true.

    I sigh deeply; tomorrow we go home to our workaday lives. Suddenly I realize that there will still be hundreds of apples to eat. Our forever will be composed of all the “nows” that we will share. Actually, that sounds sort of perfect.

  6. @moonlit__girl
    193 words

    i wait for you on the rock
    and look out over the lake.
    i have come to think of it as “our rock”
    and it’s strange to be here
    by myself.

    it takes me forty-three minutes
    to realize you aren’t coming.
    i mean, i knew you weren’t coming

    i run my hand over our rock
    and try not to think about
    the sixteen times
    we were here together.

    we were babies
    that first year, though
    we didn’t see it that way.
    no one believed it was
    only a friendship
    no one believed it was
    but we did it for so long.

    sixteen weekends over
    sixteen summers.

    through camp and
    high school, girlfriends and
    colleges, grad school,
    and spouses.

    no calls, no email
    no contact, just
    one weekend,
    one rock,
    sixteen years.

    the sun begins to set.
    i can’t bring myself to leave.

    and then
    footsteps fall into the night
    and you’re here
    eyes tired
    but happy.
    a smile splits my face
    in two.
    you hand me a small photograph
    everything about it is pink-
    booties, hat, tiny face.

    “she’s here. i’m sorry,
    i can’t...”

    i grin.

  7. @bkhchica
    196 Words

    Cherry red lips puckered with a kiss aimed at him. Flippantly pushing blonde curls over her shoulder, she flirtatiously batted blue eyes.

    Breath hitching, he could feel his collar getting tighter. He hadn’t felt a tingle like that in ages. His thirty-eight year old body wasn’t as firm as it used to be, but he liked to think he was still in shape. Times like this- when a beautiful woman flirted with him- were few and far between.

    Shoving a hand through his messy locks, he debated whether to cross the room and buy her a drink. He shouldn’t… there was too much at stake.

    He idly spun the white-gold band that felt too-tight around his finger, the reminder of the commitment he’d made fifteen years ago burning and rubbing in all the wrong ways.

    What was a marriage without intimacy and conversation?

    Without a second thought, he pulled the ring off, shoving it deep in the pocket of his suit. He strode quickly through the crowd so he wouldn’t change his mind.

    He leaned in close.

    “Can I buy you a drink?”

    Forever is composed of nows.

    But decisions alter what forever looks like.