tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post9191121437367312390..comments2024-03-18T09:09:59.625-04:00Comments on Janet Reid, Literary Agent: Flash contest! Finish the story!Janet Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00615380335938685231noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-46433544561238326132018-05-19T18:57:58.520-04:002018-05-19T18:57:58.520-04:00Not to blow my own horn, but I'm pretty darned...Not to blow my own horn, but I'm pretty darned proud of myself, considering I first read today's post <b>10 minutes ago</b>.Michael Seesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03694187657718931214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-59316348384286146752018-05-19T18:55:51.693-04:002018-05-19T18:55:51.693-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun.<br /><br /><br />The floorboard creaked. One second too late.<br /><br />I'd forgotten what chloroform smells like. Sweet. Seductive. Sinister.<br /><br />When I refound consciousness, an unfamiliar voice -- <i>out there</i> -- intoned.<br /><br />"Ashes to ashes..."<br /><br />Michael Seesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03694187657718931214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-41595568816306994862018-05-19T18:53:23.416-04:002018-05-19T18:53:23.416-04:00“Cold feet?” He'd smiled, heavy as his shield....“Cold feet?” He'd smiled, heavy as his shield. “You know where my socks live.”<br /><br />I sobbed into my hand. Against my ring.<br /><br />He knew.<br /><br />And this was my head start.Where There's A Quillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00950272130403817282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-77783728044797659182018-05-19T18:10:59.008-04:002018-05-19T18:10:59.008-04:00As I reached into the drawer to grab them, I felt ...As I reached into the drawer to grab them, I felt a warm draft next to my face, a heavy weight landed abruptly on my hand, then...BLAAAMMMM! <br /><br />Damn Cat!Panda in Chiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14160375490647791433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-10766082651282179022018-05-19T18:00:02.489-04:002018-05-19T18:00:02.489-04:00I clicked on the miniature tape recorder next to t...I clicked on the miniature tape recorder next to the revolver.<br /><br />“Congratulations, honey! You won. But before you celebrate, know this: I changed the beneficiary on my life insurance policy.”Just Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12546035917149403735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-80773566340230377782018-05-19T17:54:50.117-04:002018-05-19T17:54:50.117-04:00At least I hoped it was his gun. Mine fell in the ...At least I hoped it was his gun. Mine fell in the river after I shot his mistress. Bitch shouldn’t have bragged about the money. He could not have both.Craig Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07157301156577795781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-34064161192157213432018-05-19T17:21:55.001-04:002018-05-19T17:21:55.001-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun.<br /><br />Damn.<br /><br />A plan’s delayed execution could result in my own.<br /><br />Unthinkable.<br /><br />Every good plan has a B.<br /><br />Brazil.<br /><br />Illiterate, he never checked our kid’s schoolbook hiding the fourth.<br /><br />Dunce.<br />RosannaMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399732751877180737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-80429300371519003072018-05-19T16:52:18.518-04:002018-05-19T16:52:18.518-04:00But then, he had no money on my fourth emergency p...But then, he had no money on my fourth emergency passport. “Bon Voyage,” I wrote on the mirror in lipstick. His girlfriend and I caught a cab to the airport. Bonnie Shaljeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13067442140631504611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-4879220116245984632018-05-19T15:50:50.478-04:002018-05-19T15:50:50.478-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun.<br /><br />How many times did I have to tell him? Lint jams up the gun!<br />Stacy McKitrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07898731847653710759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-25588589095830232322018-05-19T15:09:23.888-04:002018-05-19T15:09:23.888-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer ... under his gun, his badge, and his favorite argyles. <br />I took a quick look in the medicine chest, grabbed the cat, and hotfooted it to hell out of there. Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08941043145591116608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-62249893226421032712018-05-19T15:09:04.662-04:002018-05-19T15:09:04.662-04:00With several magazines for the gun, wrapped stacks...With several magazines for the gun, wrapped stacks of small denomination Euros, credit cards in my passport names. Tums, tampons, and sunblock. And a birthday card.Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07979191318652199350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-54339435872815857662018-05-19T13:22:45.152-04:002018-05-19T13:22:45.152-04:00The single diamond with them matched the ones in m...The single diamond with them matched the ones in my bag. I'd thought them well hidden. <br /><br />I had to smile. Perhaps he hadn't lost his edge after all.unavoidablytigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03873885714218763028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-11041392522185238752018-05-19T13:17:02.675-04:002018-05-19T13:17:02.675-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun.<br /><br />Of course, I didn’t think I’d find his badge there either. Maybe it’s time we took another trip. I hear second honeymoons are killer. Megan Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00752842865397799428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-29748157235587701942018-05-19T12:42:47.743-04:002018-05-19T12:42:47.743-04:00I knew I would find my three emergency passports s...I knew I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun.<br /><br />What am I saying? My head hurts and I’m talking gibberish! Whose bedroom is this, and why the hell am I naked?Marty Weisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15819676220381840774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-65116382194792522522018-05-19T12:32:29.814-04:002018-05-19T12:32:29.814-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun. <br /><br />It was supposed to be used only for target practice on his 14th birthday. Where are the bullets...and my real passport? Wait, what's that I hear on the news? <br />LynnRodzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10796099106913990163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-11413093239445249582018-05-19T12:12:56.311-04:002018-05-19T12:12:56.311-04:00Thankfully he’s yet to find my cape and mask. Trus...Thankfully he’s yet to find my cape and mask. Trust me my sweet, when the bad guys come calling, we’re protected.Colin Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03292997431935215499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-13118564212833080012018-05-19T11:59:09.307-04:002018-05-19T11:59:09.307-04:00The tiny socks barely covered the revolver. But wh...The tiny socks barely covered the revolver. But why would a baby have a gun? That little bastard spent all the money on soothers and black market breast milk.Will MacPhailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05586481255297618388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-69388340397407692572018-05-19T11:38:32.895-04:002018-05-19T11:38:32.895-04:00We had been living together for 2 years and I thou...We had been living together for 2 years and I thought I was the one with secrets. <br />If I made back alive from The Vatican, we would need to talk.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-40620159715731936032018-05-19T11:22:45.323-04:002018-05-19T11:22:45.323-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun.<br /><br />The Glock. But where's the Colt?<br /><br /><i>Click</i>, from the doorway.<br /><br />Figures in the hallway--his kill shot delayed.<br /><br />But mine is not.<br /><br />I carry the twins back out to the car.Asheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12797621675670255704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-67342321736528662742018-05-19T10:29:01.053-04:002018-05-19T10:29:01.053-04:00Especially since his gun was still in my hand, smo...Especially since his gun was still in my hand, smoking. And he was still on the floor, bleeding. What was this other gun for? Steve Fortihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06027977543853683231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-37354379367397344202018-05-19T10:21:37.655-04:002018-05-19T10:21:37.655-04:00A gun!?
The snake.
He had my aliases—
Colin Sm...A gun!? <br /><br />The snake. <br /><br />He had my aliases—<br />Colin Smith. Balance of distinct and anonymous.<br />french sojourn. Shhhh. Don’t say it aloud.<br />Jeff Somers. Albeit, awkward. Sans pants, anyone? <br />Lisa Bodenheimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17809067722921953857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-5649391408780560832018-05-19T10:03:22.004-04:002018-05-19T10:03:22.004-04:00I knew that I would find my three emergency passpo...I knew that I would find my three emergency passports somewhere in my house, but I had no money on in his sock drawer, under his gun. Passports were soaked. Mom had hidden the markers after my last mural—can’t draw new ones. Cursing my brother, I grabbed his leaky water pistol. That kid’s gonna get splattered.Sherin Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534766663397123868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-16366392586889377762018-05-19T09:56:02.332-04:002018-05-19T09:56:02.332-04:00Passport number four was in the run bag. I put Ram...Passport number four was in the run bag. I put Ramona into her Quiet Kitty pouch and we exfiltrated out the bedroom window.<br /><br />The front door opened.<br /><br />“Darling?”<br />Sharyn Ekberghhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11987304898246173619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-48125371495767228582018-05-19T09:46:36.968-04:002018-05-19T09:46:36.968-04:00Turns out he dyed his fur black and white. Chester...Turns out he dyed his fur black and white. Chester probably wasn’t even his real name.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-58558645458514411972018-05-19T09:35:15.715-04:002018-05-19T09:35:15.715-04:00This was either the prelude to an epic argument or...This was either the prelude to an epic argument or one hell of a care package.<br />Either way, the game was up.lamandarinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13816210610621918740noreply@blogger.com