Flashed Fiction

This is my entry for Chuck Wendig’s writing contest using the following five words in a story under 1000 words: figure, dusk, flirt, mobile phone, and wig. In contests like this I try not to use more than four of the five words in the first sentence.

At dusk, the familiar figure in a bad wig appeared once again to flirt with my imagination. She is my muse, and just in time to interrupt my work on chapter two. She speaks in a voice, soft and sultry.

 “The five words for today’s flash fiction contest have just been texted to your mobile phone. Don’t you want to see what you can do with them?”

I sighed. The challenge was difficult to resist. And it certainly stimulated my imagination. But it seems like they were interrupting my novel too much. Six months and I’m still struggling through the second chapter. Yet I’ve managed to produce a flash fiction piece everyday. But no one buys those. I’m lucky to get them posted for free on obscure websites. It was time to demand answers.

Lying is not exactly a muse’s nature. It is more a matter of wrapping the truth up in layers of myth. But if you demand the truth, they have to give it to you.

“Why are these contests so important to you? Wouldn’t it be better for me to finish a significant work like my novel? As my muse, I would think your efforts would be better spent helping me finish that.”

She smiled at me sadly. “Oh, my poor writer. I am a muse, not your muse. Frankly, your writing is crap and I’m doing my best to keep it from happening.”

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kimmerlyaj
    Apr 15, 2011 @ 14:20:35

    Awww. This is cute. You can call her your anti-muse.



  2. Kate Haggard
    Apr 17, 2011 @ 12:11:23

    we’ve all been there (or, at least I know I have). That was delightful.



  3. ethanro
    Apr 17, 2011 @ 21:17:35

    Thank you, I sneaked that one past her.



  4. Julia Madeleine
    Apr 17, 2011 @ 21:35:35

    That was great. Kind of like the voices I hear inside my own head. Thanks.



  5. ethanro
    Apr 19, 2011 @ 18:04:38

    It is often difficult to tell if our own work is good or not. Some of my favorite pieces have turned out to be terrible while others are quite entertaining. The same thing happens with my jokes. I get an even mix of laughter and strange looks.



  6. Diane Henders
    Apr 21, 2011 @ 23:24:27

    Ouch! Good one.



  7. ethanro
    Apr 22, 2011 @ 16:18:57

    I seem to be on a writing about the writing business track. I just finished my third such story in a week today.



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