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99 Words

Could you tell a story in just 99 words?

Try your hand at your own miniature fiction for my weekly Monday feature. Anything goes, but must be exactly 99 words not including title.

PM me your story, along with any links/bio you would like me to add.

I look forward to reading your creations!

Flash Friday

Today’s story will take you over to Schlock webzine, for Earl Wynn’s story, Man Suit.

Small World

After a few days away Yeti returned to the homestead yesterday.  He’s been in grey old London on a conference, whilst Ruby and I have been quietly going about our business here in the lovely Ljubljana sunshine.  Between the business side of things he has enjoyed home comforts such as a full English breakfast and fish and chips.  He also met up with a friend while he was there, who coincidently also happened to be working down south.  

The following day, said friend called up and told Yeti that he had spent the day working with a chap whose brother-in-law lived in the apt above us in Ventura.  

It’s a very small world indeed.

The end.

theoddmentemporium:

The Bisley Boy
It is a tradition amongst villages in England to celebrate the advent of the month of May with a festival involving processions, music, dancing, and, the piece de resistance, a May Queen - usually a young girl from the village adorned with a crown of flowers. The village of Bisley, however, does things differently. They choose a boy instead and have him dressed in the clothes of a Tudor era female. The question as to why is one which plagued Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, who, when he heard of the strange custom, sought to get to the bottom of it in his lesser known work Famous Impostors.
Stoker uncovered a local legend that told how, around 1543, Queen Elizabeth I, then a princess, was sent to Bisley to take in the country air, when suddenly she fell ill and died. Learning that Elizabeth’s father, Henry VIII, was on his way to visit his daughter, her governess began to fear for her own life: Henry had recently had his wife, Catherine Howard, beheaded and, famously ill-tempered and unpredictable, no one wanted to upset him further. As such, the governess hurried to find a replacement but no girl of similar appearance to Elizabeth could be found. There was however, a red-headed boy who would do just the trick. The governess had him put on the princesses’ dress and presented to the King. Henry saw his daughter infrequently and never discovered the impostor. In fact, the trick worked so well the King was never informed and the boy grew up to become Queen Elizabeth I. In 1870 the vicar of Bisley claimed he had uncovered the coffin of a girl dressed in Tudor clothes but had reinterred the remains in an unmarked grave so it did not become a shrine.
To add credence to the theory, Stoker cites a series of 16th century letters which detail ‘secrets of great moment’ between the Queen and her closest companions; her refusal to marry and apparent inability to bear children; her baldness; a change in the style of her writing from before and after the apparent swap; her refusal to see any but one doctor; and her instruction that there be no post mortem on her body when she died. Of course, all these things can be explained away much more simply, but, whatever the truth, everyone loves a conspiracy.
[Sources: Telegraph | Elizabeth Files | Famous Impostors (Full Text)]

theoddmentemporium:

The Bisley Boy

It is a tradition amongst villages in England to celebrate the advent of the month of May with a festival involving processions, music, dancing, and, the piece de resistance, a May Queen - usually a young girl from the village adorned with a crown of flowers. The village of Bisley, however, does things differently. They choose a boy instead and have him dressed in the clothes of a Tudor era female. The question as to why is one which plagued Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, who, when he heard of the strange custom, sought to get to the bottom of it in his lesser known work Famous Impostors.

Stoker uncovered a local legend that told how, around 1543, Queen Elizabeth I, then a princess, was sent to Bisley to take in the country air, when suddenly she fell ill and died. Learning that Elizabeth’s father, Henry VIII, was on his way to visit his daughter, her governess began to fear for her own life: Henry had recently had his wife, Catherine Howard, beheaded and, famously ill-tempered and unpredictable, no one wanted to upset him further. As such, the governess hurried to find a replacement but no girl of similar appearance to Elizabeth could be found. There was however, a red-headed boy who would do just the trick. The governess had him put on the princesses’ dress and presented to the King. Henry saw his daughter infrequently and never discovered the impostor. In fact, the trick worked so well the King was never informed and the boy grew up to become Queen Elizabeth I. In 1870 the vicar of Bisley claimed he had uncovered the coffin of a girl dressed in Tudor clothes but had reinterred the remains in an unmarked grave so it did not become a shrine.

To add credence to the theory, Stoker cites a series of 16th century letters which detail ‘secrets of great moment’ between the Queen and her closest companions; her refusal to marry and apparent inability to bear children; her baldness; a change in the style of her writing from before and after the apparent swap; her refusal to see any but one doctor; and her instruction that there be no post mortem on her body when she died. Of course, all these things can be explained away much more simply, but, whatever the truth, everyone loves a conspiracy.

[Sources: Telegraph | Elizabeth Files | Famous Impostors (Full Text)]

Micro Fiction - A Story In 99 Words

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Space Invader

Hot breath hit the back of my neck.  I stepped forward, so did he.  Space became available at the checkout, with an exaggerated move I lifted my basket up to unload it, knocking him with my elbow.

“Sorry, not much room.”  

He didn’t take the hint.  The line moved forward and again his breath hit me, coupled now with the sound of his gum-chewing.

I’d just come from lunch at my favourite Italian bistro.  Remembering the deliciously strong garlic bread, I summoned up a burp.  Turning sidewise to my enemy, I released my silent stink bomb in his direction.

Flash Friday

Today’s story is A Photo In The Flowerbed by Victoria Elizabeth, recently featured in Linguistic Erosion

miniaturefiction:

Tell Your Friends About Miniature Fiction!
I have no guidelines, no censors for the stories, except that they be 3 sentences or less. I will promote anything you want and the stories can be about anything you want.
I have only turned down one or two stories, and thats because frankly, they were horrible. You can include any picture or video, or even music if you want if it was the inspiration for your story. If you know a little HTML you can embed anything you want in the submission page.
SUBMIT HERE

miniaturefiction:

Tell Your Friends About Miniature Fiction!


I have no guidelines, no censors for the stories, except that they be 3 sentences or less. I will promote anything you want and the stories can be about anything you want.

I have only turned down one or two stories, and thats because frankly, they were horrible. You can include any picture or video, or even music if you want if it was the inspiration for your story. If you know a little HTML you can embed anything you want in the submission page.

SUBMIT HERE

thedailydoodles:

“Light as a Ghost”
Lil’ Dennis Nowell was afraid of the deep dark at nightThe mystery of the blackness always gave him a frightWhile he eventually grew out of it, he always remembered the fearsAnd how those long sleepless nights ruined his childhood years
Soooo, after he became a Big Dennis Nowell, and lived a long lifeAnd died peacefully in his sleep and was buried alongside his wife,He decided to turn into a ghost, as opposed to heading up to HeavenSo he could travel back in time, to about the age he was seven.
In the afterlife, time is not in a straight lineIt happens all at once, knotted up like twineDennis carefully worked to unravel time’s thread,So he could return to the time he was a child scared in bed.
Now he haunts himself every night, casting his ghostly blue glowHis ectoplasmatic shimmer providing a calming light show.It soothes his child-self, who is no longer afraid of the dark so deepHe can just stare at himself as a ghost, and peacefully drift off to sleep.
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thedailydoodles:

“Light as a Ghost”

Lil’ Dennis Nowell was afraid of the deep dark at night
The mystery of the blackness always gave him a fright
While he eventually grew out of it, he always remembered the fears
And how those long sleepless nights ruined his childhood years

Soooo, after he became a Big Dennis Nowell, and lived a long life
And died peacefully in his sleep and was buried alongside his wife,
He decided to turn into a ghost, as opposed to heading up to Heaven
So he could travel back in time, to about the age he was seven.

In the afterlife, time is not in a straight line
It happens all at once, knotted up like twine
Dennis carefully worked to unravel time’s thread,
So he could return to the time he was a child scared in bed.

Now he haunts himself every night, casting his ghostly blue glow
His ectoplasmatic shimmer providing a calming light show.
It soothes his child-self, who is no longer afraid of the dark so deep
He can just stare at himself as a ghost, and peacefully drift off to sleep.

Wanna appear in your very own Daily Doodle?  CLICK HERE!
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  SOCIETY6

Back To It

This last week has been a very lazy one.  Two day bank holiday here extended by an extra day to become one extremely long weekend.  Plans to camping were rained off and the summer storms hit good and hard and even threw down a good lashing of hailstones.  Needless to say, we didn’t venture far from the homestead.  Between the storms we did manage to get some nice walks done, and we also took plenty of shelter in various bars…

So, this week, plans are to stop being a pig and knuckle down again and get some words out!