Friday, November 23, 2018

Flash Fiction contest day 4

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

As always, the letters must be in consecutive order and not backwards:
more/moreover is ok, but more/morse or more/ aeromexico 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.


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. (entrant's name)


When Felix finally found his way home yawning, scratching, more than ravenous, Honey was long gone to Provincetown with Goldilocks. (your entry)
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Post in the comment column TODAY.
Comments close at 7am tomorrow.

This is the last day of the contest.
Let's see if I can get the results up on Saturday.
I may be in a turkey coma.


Questions?
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21 comments:

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.”
Oh crap.

The Bearoness. Rich. Powerful. Protected.
“Who dare such a crime, Sherwood? Grizziarty?”
“No, Ursus, ‘what’ dares.”
“What?”
“More precisely, love.”


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...”

Maud looked. The wrong way.

That overpriced manuka honey hand cream? More than a fragrance faux pas.

“BEAR!”

Too late.

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.

*******

Less is more,
Bear,
but I also have popsicles.
Sweet, cold, delicious.
Oh Muse,
meet me at the icebox!
William.


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.
Less is more.

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.”

Regally he rears up, “a meerkat? “

“If my tongue doth offend…”

Yorick eviscerates Horatio with one swipe.

Exit Nevermore.

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…”

“Yeah. That schmo really needs to answer the eternal question.”
Shaking head.
“He’s out in the woods with some prunes.”

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.”

The universe now saddling the mortal, Atlas lifted them. More. Overhead. Slammed them down, jellified mortal the perfect shoulder padding.

Kregger said...

As the whale breached, the more Queequeg sharpened his harpoon.

The Great beast stared at the Pequad, 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.”

“All the better to pierce it, then, my dear Ishmael."

Shell A Phan said...

Her breathing shallowed. His gaze spoke love. This was it.
I can’t do this anymore.
But it was too late.
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.

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.”

“Truth shall be my armor every time I speak or write, Professor, as will fairness and justice.”

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. //

“More coffee? More ham or eggs?”

Batons stared, armor everywhere, grey eyes piercing. I can’t call the cops. They’re here.

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.

The one I finally married took our proclivity in stride. While we ate bear, she feasted on rattlesnake with morels.

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 height, a mere three-foot-nine. “I don’t do research!”
After much abuse—including a tickle—he relented.
“Lookit,” he said, peering under the bed at me. “Just once more.”


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.

Mostly, I’m not her grandson anymore. Luckily, I’m not her type when she bends amorous. The poor bear, however…

Beth Carpenter 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. (Karen McCoy) "More drastic?"

"Like John Wayne from Hellfighters.”

“Dead.”

“Kirk Russell?”

Smokey rolled his eyes. “Only you can prevent forest fires.”

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?"

"How do you know so much about this gizmo, remind me?"

"Well, mate, I used to be a 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.

“Well, I’m not hiking all the way to kingdom come.”

But she’s almost there.

“Just a few more steps.”

Colin Smith said...

Girl.
Tumor.

Expecting tumor.

Girl expecting.

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.

One more idea came to him. He called the only kickass human he knew.


"Hey, Goldie. I need a favor."


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?”

* * *

Great day: pinned a bear with her bare hands in mere seconds, saved someone named Alice, no more “Officer Flatlands.”

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. “More might not help. We’ve reached our last recourse. Rakes.”

Chipmunk and Squirrel facepalmed in unison.