About Joyce Finny

I have always loved stories–be it anecdotes shared by my mother, bedtime stories that my grandmother wove, movies that were larger than life, or books that took me to wonderful places and introduced me to people I never could have known. And I have always enjoyed writing. Which is why, I’m here.

The Voice by Joyce Finny

Prompt: Cut the Strings  |  Genre: Drama |  Word count: 1000 words

I’m sure I’ve already wiped my hands on my skirt twice in the last five minutes. I don’t want him to see how nervous I am. Hell, I don’t want him to see my sweaty hands! He has already tried to cancel this dinner. Why did I insist? I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe I can quietly leave before he comes?

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The Club by Joyce Finny

Prompt: The Club  |  Genre: Comical Autobiography(?) |  Word count: 750 words exactly

A long, long time ago… there was a club.

It was long, was narrow at the base, and grew broader along the way until it ended abruptly at the head.

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A Promise to Keep by Joyce Finny

Prompt: A New Life  | Genre: Fan fiction |  Word count: 1000 words (in Word)

Credit: This story is based on the movie “Titanic”. All credit for the background story and the protagonist’s character goes to the movie creators.

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She Never Wanted IT Anyway by Joyce Finny

Prompt: A New Life  |  Genre: Drama  |  Word count: 307

Sensitive reader warning: Disturbing content

I was suddenly jolted out of my reverie.

“Hey you! We are talking to you only! What, you think you come from heaven or something?”

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When Wishes Come True by Joyce Finny

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Fantasy (?)

Day 1
It’s so nice and warm. And cosy.

Hmmm… I’ll sleep for a while more (smiles… then frowns). Am I not already sleeping? Argh… too much thought… must sleeeepppp…

 

Day 2
It’s so nice and warm. And cosy.

(Pauses) Hey! I just had a déjà vu! Wow! (snores)

 

Day 3
It’s so nice and warm. And cosy.

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Her Duties by Joyce Finny

Prompt: The List  |  Genre: Drama  |  Word count: 1500 words

Caution: Contains graphically violent scenes and coarse language

You are lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling. You had hoped to stare aimlessly, trying to take your mind off what’s happening to you. But then you spot a cobweb in the corner. And suddenly you hear your mother, sounding like an ancient figurehead, almost as if it isn’t her but a thousand score ancestors speaking through her, “A woman must keep her house and herself clean and beautiful, as a bride decked up for her husband.”

It always happens, this intrusion of strange voices. They come in at the most inopportune moments. As if they are a list of songs on an old record playing on an even older gramophone, that never works when it should, and always when it shouldn’t.

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The Games We Play by Joyce Finny

Prompt: A Conversation with Your Spouse | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Comedy

Author’s note: All references to any person living or dead (or immortal or undead) are purely fictional, and are meant only to evoke a laugh.

“Again?! How many times have I told you I don’t like it!”

“Hmmm…”

“Are you even listening to me?? What is that? What are you reading?!”

“Nothing”, he suddenly looked up, alarmed. “It’s just the news.”

She snatched the scroll away from him. And all hell broke loose.

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Finding Sarah by Joyce Finny

Prompt: Going Home  |  Word count: 500 words exactly  |  Genre:  Spiritual? (Could use some suggestions)

The heat from the spotlight was stifling her. She had to wear a dress with a Chinese collar neck. Urgh!  When was this going to end?

“Mrs. Thomas… err…?”, the journalist suddenly looked a little unsure of himself. He must have never dealt with “an eccentric” before.

That’s what they had called her, the media. Eccentric! What a blanket statement that one word was!

“Oh sorry! Can you please repeat your question?”

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A Series of Unfortunate White Lies by Joyce Finny

Prompt: A White Lie  |  Genre: Comedy/Satire  |  Word count: 2214

“I am so screwed!” said Aaliyah, plopping down on the sofa.

“What happened?” asked Samuel.

“My mom wants me to meet my cousin.”

“So?”

“She lives in London.”

“So?”

Aaliyah raised her eyebrows and glared at Samuel. It was her way of saying, ‘Don’t you get it?’

Samuel raised his eyebrows and glared back. He even threw in a shrug for free. It was his way of saying, ‘Duh, no!’

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