Thursday, November 22, 2018

Flash fiction contest Day 3

Today's entry is twenty words max.
You must use this prompt word: mere

As always, the letters must be in consecutive order and not backwards:
mere/meredith is ok, but mere/merited or mere/eremite is not

Your entry MUST include one from yesterday's blog post. It can be yours; it can be someone else's.  The words of the post you use must be in the same order as originally posted but they can be anywhere in the post. Commenters names DO not count against word count.

If you use another person's entry, you must credit them.

If the entry you use drew on a third person's entry, you must credit them as well.

Example:
Felix Buttonweezer turned into a bear. Fortunately his wife was named Honey. (original commenters name)

Honey didn't mind the bare bear part too much until Felix decided the couch was a perfect hibernation spot; "Hello, Zoo?" (entrant's name)



The Emergency Husband Removal Cartage Company arrived in mere moments. "To the Man Cave!" was heard as they zoomed away.
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Post in the comment column TODAY.
Comments close at 7am tomorrow when the post for the next installment will go up.

There may or may not be a word prompt on consecutive days.


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22 comments:

french sojourn said...



Alas, I can’t outdo Shakespeare’s

“Exit, pursued by a bear.” ( BY Alina Sergachov )

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, never knew him well...barely." ( Stage left even.)

"Yet, for the stars we gaze. Just a mere bear , that once pursued...now the pursuer is just a meerkat.

Just Jan said...

All my friends ate turkey for Thanksgiving. We ate bear meat slathered with honey. It was untraditional, messy, and delicious.

My barefooted college girlfriend wasn’t impressed. “I’m a vegan,” she announced.

“That’s okay,” said Uncle Jack. “So’s the bear.”

Meredith, my next fling, sent Mom to the bathroom for the entire meal with her lurid description of trichinosis.

Craig F said...

Looking left I saw the assholes and elbows gait of a young bear skedaddling. I wondered why it was hurrying. (me)

I dreaded looking right, but had to. Straight at the bare ass of grandma. I wished I could also skedaddle.

Granny isn’t merely an exhibitionist. The timeline of her memory gets squished and old parts move to the fore.

Amy Johnson said...

Bearing no resemblance to her former self, Suzanne exited the plastic surgeon's office. Finally, she was free. (Amy Johnson)

"Alice?"

Suzanne flinched.

"Yes?" she said, the barest hint of disdain.

She didn't know him. But he knew this face. (Ashes)

She glimpsed the gun as he put his arm around her.

“You thought merely moving across the country would work?”

Sherry Howard said...

(Claire Bobrow)
I have eaten
the Braeburns
that were in
your icebox.

Forgive me.

The door
to your
cabin
was
unlocked.

Bear.

**
You’re right.
The door was unlocked.
But the window wasn’t broken out.

Show your bare a$$ here
again.

Goldie’s Granny

**

Granny!

I’m your biggest fan!
These are for you.
You made me realize what an oaf I am.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Alina Sergachov said...

Alas, I can’t outdo Shakespeare’s “Exit, pursued by a bear.”

Barely. Merely. Rarely.

That’s not how I want to be remembered. I would rather—
Remember! Me… regardless.
(barely, merely, rarely)

Just don’t forget.

NLiu said...

“Bears do WHAT in the woods?” Aunt Maud was scandalised. “And I always thought Canada was such a civilised place!”

Pete groaned inwardly. Nature retreat? Aunt Maud? Barely arrived and already complaining. As usual. Still, this would be worth it.

“Come on, Auntie. Just look at the mist over the mere. The autumn colours. Birdsong. Fresh air...”

Claire Bobrow said...

I have eaten
the Braeburns
that were in
your icebox.
Forgive me.
The door
to your cabin
was
unlocked.
Bear.

*******

I was saving
those apples
for dinner,
Bear.
But my cupboard,
though bare,
yields
fruit.
I dream of plums.
William.

*******

Mere chance,
William,
but I ate
the plums
from your orchard,
too.
This is just to say –
oops!
Bear.

Steve Forti said...

"Big deal. So you saw his downstairs cheeks. So what?"
"You’re not listening. I said I saw Dr Fausto’s bear bottom."

“Yeah right. Enough of your jibba jabba.”
“Re
ally. That mad genius actually did it. He made himself into a hybrid.”

"But why?"
"You know why. What’s the one thing he’s yammered about his entire life?"
"You don’t mean…"

BrendaLynn said...


“Bear northwest,” he said. “No. Harder.”
Finally, “Give me that.”
But I couldn’t let go.
“Now!”
“No.”
A scuffle broke out, leaving the imprint of his lone tooth on my bare arm.
“Beast.” I wept. “And it’s southeast not northwest.”
He drew himself up to his full three-foot-nine and said, “I don’t do mere research. “

Marty Weiss said...

“Be a republican, democrat, or independent, 
it matters not. Just live up to ideals of the American
constitution.” 

“Superb! A real powerful opening statement. I have great hope for you as a future lawyer, Mr. Brandeis."

“I am a stammerer, Professor. How can I plead a client’s case in court?"

“Your words are your strength, Louis.”

Shell A Phan said...

One gentle kiss and he was dead.
"Sometimes the people we wish to be aren't who we are," she whispers.

Agatha was a keeper of the dark orb, a resounding piece of evil. Killing was her destiny, love was not. She was only sixteen, merely a kid. And while others scrambled to imagine their futures, hers was written in stone.

Kathy Joyce said...

“I’ll be a regular,” he waved.

They abducted him from his lab early, only the songbirds – and I – bearing witness. //

Dawn illuminating the superb arenite trail, an Abba remix paced me. Then, screams. Silenced with bare fists, batons. Eye witnessed. //

7a.m.

“Scrambled, toast, mere bit of butter. I’ve come ready to devour darlin’.”

A charmer every day, that bare fists.

Lennon Faris said...

Thee, did you grab a red apple? Seven have MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED.
Alice (Brigid)

I have eaten
the Braeburns
that were in
your icebox.

Forgive me.

The door
to your
cabin
was
unlocked.

Bear. (Claire Bobrow)

Not cute, Theodore. No pie for you. (Brigid)

But. My merenge shimmered and glimmered while you and Meredith yammered on in your Cashmere, both hammered. Gomerels.
Bear

Megan V said...

“Bears do WHAT in the woods?” Aunt Maud was scandalised. “And I always thought Canada was such a civilised place!”

Pete groaned inwardly. Nature retreat? Aunt Maud? Barely arrived and already complaining. As usual. Still, this would be worth it. (NLiu)

"This isn't Canada, Auntie. We're in Idaho, remember?"

"Idaho?” Maud sniffed. “Whatever for?"

“Yellowstone.” And one mere chance at freedom.

Dan Castro said...

He groaned, the weight of the world on his shoulders. His knees trembled. Buckled. How much more could he bear?

If only he possessed a pad to protect his bare shoulders. And then the stranger appeared. Body muscular. Face vapid.

A mere mortal. But strong enough. “I seek my brother, Her—”
“I’ll tell where he went. For a favor.”

Barbara said...

The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see. He saw the sea.

It ebbed and flowed. Rose and fell, up and down, like a seesaw, barely bearish behavior. He needed some Dramamine.

Alas, none could be had, and he spewed his guts, vomit raining over the cliff like lemmings. A mere setback.

Kregger said...

The Great beast stared at the Pequod, merely smiling.

“Captain Ahab are you ready to feed the whale?” asked Ishmael.

“You can save a stitch in time for a bear ass,

but a bare ass in time gets a rash.”

“I’m sorry, Captain, but the whale has no ass.”

“Dear Ishmael, is a frog’s ass watertight?”

“Yes sir, it is.”

CED said...

"Be a real sport, yeah, and step into the transmogrifier. Promise it won't hurt... much."

"Can it turn me into an amoeba?"

"Really, mate, I thought you'd have more imagination than that."

"Will it change my genome? Rewrite my DNA?"

"Nothing so exotic. No permanent damage. You going in or what?"

Mike Hays said...

“Honey bair.” Seargent Furre’ licked his paw. “A trap.”
Evidence showed barely a struggle.
One bear’s missing.
One new case.

Sherwood’s rarely this excited over a missing bear.
He smirked. “The barest of evidence, Dr. Ursus!”
The game was afoot.

“Why would someone nab this bear, Sherwood?”
“This bear,” Sherwood answered. “Is merely the son of Bearoness Clawsington.”
Holy crap.

Colin Smith said...

Drummer.
Girl.

Drummer electrifies girl.

Girl electrifies drummer.

Girl drummer.

Karen McCoy said...

Smokey the Bear called the meeting to order. “It appears we have more work to do.”

“And cleanup?” asked Chipmunk.

“The bare essentials.” Smokey placed a map, trash can, and garden hose on the table.

“A smattering of gardening implements will merely aggravate these wildfires,” said Squirrel. “We’ll need something more drastic.”

Smokey sighed.