Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Blog Chain: 6 Words into 100

Michelle gives us a fun assignment this round:

In 100 words or less, write a story using the words ride, post, soulless, local, dehydrator, girdle. Your story may take on any form you wish. The only two rules are 1. you can't simply list the 6 words; you must actually craft them into something creative, and 2. you must use ALL six of them.

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In retrospect, we should've brought something that works faster. Like a gun.

But there were no guns in the lab when the portal’s green light finally blinked on. There was the RonCo we use to dry agar.

Parker, his idea of medieval garb now obviously ridiculous, gestures like a game-show host before whipping the cloth from the shape on the post.

“Dehydrator!”

Plugged into its solar source, the thing whirs. The local specimens shuffle in the mud. Even the monk, dirty thumbs hooked into the girdle that rides his waist, stares with dim, soulless eyes.

Grumbling, they advance.

We run.

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You should really start with Michelle's entry and go link by link, but be sure to visit Cole, who posted yesterday, and then Kate, who lays down some prose tomorrow.

15 ate pie:

Sandra Ulbrich Almazan said...

I like this! It feels like it could be part of a bigger story. Good job!

lbdiamond said...

Oooh, so compelling!

Michelle H. said...

This was awesome! The story drew me right in without trying to take note of the 6-word requirement. I do hope you might expand on this sometime.

Susanna said...

Wow, what a challenge! I'm not sure I'm up to it, but I might have to give it a try!

Susanna said...

Apparently I cannot resist a challenge or a game! Here's my attempt: (also posted on my bog!)

It was 3 AM when Betty’s car conked out.
“Darn this cold!” she groused.
She posted a note on the windshield for Sheriff Goodbody, then she pulled her hat low, wrapped her scarf an extra time around, hitched up her girdle, and started walking.
Clunk! Cough! Hank Bowman’s beat-up pick-up emerged from the darkness and grumbled to a stop beside Betty.
“Need a ride?” he asked.
“Much obliged!” said Betty. “The local bakery can’t be without holiday cookies on Christmas Eve!”
The truck was hot as a dehydrator, playing soulless music on the radio. Betty switched to carols and smiled. (100 on the nose!)

Eric said...

Very interesting take on this. I like it alot, and (like the others have said) I'd love to see where it goes from here. Nice job :)

Kate Karyus Quinn said...

Wow, they sense of atmosphere is so strong is such a short space - really great job!

margie Gelbwasser said...

Impressive! I'm scared to go now. You're all so good!

nomadshan said...

Thanks, folks! Heading to your blog, Susanna...

Michelle McLean said...

you guys are all impressing me, seriously. I'd love to turn the page on this one and keep on reading :D excellent job!

nomadshan said...

Thanks, Michelle :)

Kat Harris said...

Great job!

nomadshan said...

Thanks, Kat!

Shaun Hutchinson said...

Whoa! You're obviously good at short fiction. I actually want to read the rest of this.

nomadshan said...

Thanks, Shaun - I love writing flash fiction.