Posts Categorized “Nanofic Friday”
The Boy Who Cried Cyclone
@50wordstories, July 9, 2009
“Tornado!” he yelled, yanking the plug in the bath and watching as the water spiralled down the drain. He never read The Boy Who Cried Wolf.
Kafka, With Cabbage
@50wordstories, July 10, 2009
After she ate his Smarties, he said he hated her even more than cabbage. The next morning she WAS a cabbage, and he knew it was his fault.
The Hornéd Hat
@50wordstories, July 2, 2009
“Cowboys are cool,” Steve said. Dad said, “That’s a Viking helmet.” Steve rolled his eyes. “No… I’m a cow-boy. Learn some biology.”
Sovereignty
@50wordstories, July 1, 2009
“It’s Canada Day! Come celebrate!” But he scoffed. “I’m president of a nation of one,” he said. She laughed. “Do you pay taxes to yourself?”
In Love With an Officer
@50wordstories, June 26, 2009
“Why won’t you marry me?” he whined. She said, “Because you can’t afford a ring.” He stole one that night, and she arrested him for it.
Vitality + Experience
@50wordstories, June 21, 2009
Global warming led him to encase himself in ice from the neck down for 30 years. His head aged; his body didn’t. He became a great man.
Sorry for the late post for Nanofic Friday this week. I’ve been away on a kayaking trip!
Resigned to Fate
@50wordstories, June 18, 2009
Nothing but snow for miles. He knew he was doomed, so he poured out all his maple syrup and began to eat. When life gives you lemons…
Young in Body; Old in Mind
@50wordstories, June 20, 2009
Global warming led him to encase himself in ice from the neck down for 30 years. His head aged; his body didn’t. He became a great man.
Nautical Mystery
@50wordstories, June 5, 2009
“Swab the poop deck!” said the Captain. “Maybe we’ll be able to find some DNA evidence.”
Comprehension Skills
@50wordstories, June 2, 2009
“I don’t like it, but I have to evict you.” “Where will I go?” “You may have to couch surf.” He tried it, but the couch sank.
The Persevering Paraplegic
@50wordstories, May 29, 2009
After the accident, the doctors said his spinal cord injury meant he would never walk again. So he taught himself to walk on his hands.
What a Good Boy Was He
@50wordstories, May 26, 2009
She sat in the corner, crying softly into her arms and clutching a single plum in her little fist. If only… But no. Jack Horner was gone.
Taxonomy
@50wordstories, May 22, 2009
“Why is there a moose at the door?” asked Mark. Enid replied, “That’s no moose; that’s my mother.” Mark said, “I thought you were an elk.”
Ignorance is Bliss, and So Is a Purring Kitten
@50wordstories, May 22, 2009
When he awoke, the first thing he saw was a kitten’s belly. It was lying on his face and purring. He forgot all about his amnesia.
The Bond Between Mother and Child
@50wordstories, May 11, 2009
Each day at noon he appeared in the third pew on the left. As the cathedral bell tolled, he shook his rattle and whispered, “I forgive you.”
Long-suffering
@50wordstories, May 15, 2009
He crawled through the dirt like a worm, working quietly, carefully, almost imperceptibly, enlarging the hole, retreating at sunrise.
Dreamer, Schemer
@50wordstories, May 14, 2009
“If I had money,” said the raccoon, “I’d buy myself a dumpster full of food.” His mom said, “Then get a job, you lazy rodent.”
FYI, I’ve decided to move my nanofiction writing to my @50wordstories account on Twitter, rather than my @thephatbunny account. This will hopefully allow the nanofics I write to be more accessible, so they don’t get lost among the “normal” tweets on my other account. I’ll still be using hashtags on some of the stories, when I have the space for them. In future Nanofic Friday posts, I’ll be mostly focussing on my own nanofiction, but I will still be looking at the #nanofic and #vss (Very Short Story) hashtags occasionally to find other writers, as well, and sharing some of those stories here when I have the writers’ permission.
The City at Night
From @50wordstories, May 8, 2009
He enjoyed taking long walks downtown at dusk, breathing the cool evening air as the busy sidewalks gradually cleared of witnesses.
Countdown
From @royjanik, May 1, 2009
Red wire10Green wire. like Christmas9but deadly. Fingers8shaking, I cut7green. 6Cut red. 5What4now? 321White. Black.
Deadline
From @50wordstories, May 7, 2009
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” he grumbled in response to the nagging tap on his shoulder. NOPE, YOU’RE DOING IT TODAY, said Death.
Tourist Attraction
by @royjanik, April 29, 2009
Bo had been told there was a giant redwood you can drive through. He put his foot on the gas and gunned it. Now there are two.
Straight and Narrow
by @thephatbunny, April 30, 2009
She turned left, then right, then left, then right. Then she turned right again. Unfortunately, the road didn’t.