Esther Newton ran a flash fiction competition for 100 word flash on any topic. I entered two, one receiving a highly commended (the place after third spot and, in my dad’s eyes who didn’t believe in overpraising – there was a winner and also-rans in his book – sort of third loser!) and a commended and since I’m sure you’d like to see them I’ve set them out below.
The winners can be found here. They are worthy of the accolades that will be showered upon them.
The Boy who lost his Shadow
I’ve been cold, for a while; I thought the sun might warm me up. But when I stepped into the light I noticed something was off. And then it hit me: no shadow. They said it would be OK and the pain would stop, which it did only mum still cried until dad cracked a stupid joke. I think they’re tears of relief now I’m better, out of danger. Maybe the operation made me photosensitive so my shadow’s gone. I wish mum would hold me though, not just look at me like I’m not there.
Know your enemy
The Thrag believe all music is the most heinous insult. To sing to a Thrag is to tell him his genitals are made of decaying yoghurt. When Rolling in the Deep beamed across the galaxy turning the industrious Thrag into a jelly of fury, retribution was inevitable. The most deadly committed warriors left for Earth, determined to avenge their ancestors.
The Fleet Admiral readied his forces and gave them the command: Attack!
Cannons blazing they fell on their prey.
Sadly through a miscalculation of scale, the entire army was wiped out when Foos, a Cockapoo scratched at a persistent flea.