Since I'm working, I thought it would be fun to have a flash flash contest!
I read Lisa Scottoline's ACCUSED yesterday for fun, and it was terrific. I got it in the swag bag at ThrillerFest (it was a good haul this year!) and would love to pass it along to a blog reader.
Herewith:
Write 25 words or less, using the word accused in your entry.
Post in the comment column of this post.
Contest opens NOW.
It closes when I leave the office today! (So, let's all hope it's not midnight, ok?)
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Contest closed.
(Hey it's 5:30pm on Sunday, I wanna go HOME!)
29 comments:
I stand accused of being a writer.
My brain said no.
My heart says yes.
I am a writer
For better or worse
Til death
His stare penetrated her green eyes, piercing her soul, measuring her guilt, but it was he who was guilty of what he accused her of.
He disparaged.
She attacked.
Their union dying, and on life support.
She was accountable.
He was to blame.
Now stagnant, accused of their own demise.
“You ate my Pocky Sticks!” he accused red faced. She snickered, making her little brother angrier. “They’re right here,” she said, reaching behind his ear.
You were unjust when you accused me of not caring anymore. Could I hold you under this water so firmly if I didn’t love you?
Not an entry, just a comment:
If Lisa Scottoline has an event near you, go. She's smart, amusing, genuine and encouraging. If you tell her you're a writer, she'll hug you and remember you forever.
And of course she's a terrific storyteller.
You accused me of being a bad writer.
How could you?! My blood, sweat and years went into this manuscript.
Now it's your blood on it.
just left. it's hot & funky in there. fair warning.
dayum! u no kidding! nasty! turn on a/c!
c?
use deodorant, dude! gross :(
Ma cursed the rats. An empty cradle accused da. The truck hauled the trash away. The rats kept one bloody hand. Fewer mouths to feed.
I’ve never been accused of not being able to keep a secret, but you know that tramp Delilah Jones? Well, I saw her and Mr…
Accused of posting an off-topic comment, she had retreated to the wilderness to survive on locusts and roadkill. Dare she return to civilization?
Oh, sure. You really read that in a day, Janet?
Addendum: sadly, no one ever found the fishie's remains. You do not accuse da Queen!
France: bigots overrun
When Emile Zola accused
Alabama: justice won
When Rosa Parks refused
Today: coming undone—
Facebook memes
Weightloss schemes
Act properly bemused
How can I be accused?
Her writer’s dreams of lightning and thunders of desire never flew like my rodeo cowboys.
Angel Montgomery died broken hearted
“Who’s the loser who used, abused, and is accused of drinking too much booze?”
“It’s not me,” Penelope said. “It’s Tom or Ted.”
“J’accusé!” declared the detective.
“Je me repent!” declared the accused.
“Je pardonne,” said the wronged to the penitent.
“Je m'en fous,” grinned the executioner.
They accused him.
He laughed. "Accusations mean nothing. Prove I did it."
They couldn't, and let him go.
Another cookie disappeared from the cookie jar.
Here stands the accused
naive, hopeful
while Innocence lies pale
upon a bed
of carefully planted evidence.
Invisible chains
Concealed bruises
Unsigned divorce papers
Lost insurance claims
Switched address numbers
Burned townhouse
Husband accused...arrested
Not amused to be bruised, I accused.
He lied, denied, took me for a ride.
I fought, he's caught.
No bail, jail.
Now I'm amused.
Accused.
Red hands: dead giveaway.
Convicted.
Unrepentant. Exultant.
Maximum penalty.
Time out: ten minutes.
Crimson foyer masterpiece: permanent.
Accused of doing the laundry wrong one too many times, Gina threw a red bandana in with Jake’s professional white shirts.
Turned on hot.
Left.
Samantha promised to eat after being accused of having anorexia, but like opposing magnets, the glistening noodles refused to transfer from fork’s tines to tongue.
I axed to be accused and so they let me go.
Accused of glamping, Loretta decided to show the boys:
Bluetooth speaker,
iPhone,
Grizzly mpeg
Curling iron + Voluminous updo = instant bear scare.
Afterward, she roared laughter.
“I’m not the type to use violence.”
“No one’s accused you of that.”
Her fingers gripped the knife’s handle.
“Not yet they haven’t.”
People have shot accusations at me all my life.
Prude
Tease
Slut
And everybody believed them.
But when I accused him?
Rapist
Nobody believed me.
I've never been the same since the accident. He accused me of causing this pain. But nobody really knows who killed our son. My son.
The accused rebellion robot escaped through chaos toward the prison's exit after a fortunate electrical glitch derailed its execution. Freedom. Freedom! Then all went black.
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