Crossing the Line by Jen Berthold

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word Count:1195 | Genre: Adult Drama

The bold yellow line of paint on the ground in front of her marked the boundary. The tarmac continued past the boundary line invitingly, into the shade of a large fig tree with widely spreading branches. On the other side of the tree the tarmac rolled back into the summer sun, right to the edge of the church building. Continue reading

The Swimathon by Sharon J Clark

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Humour

‘Thank you, but that will not be necessary.’ Glenda stabbed a finger at the ‘end call’ icon on her phone. She threw the offending piece of technology onto the sofa. ‘Of all the cheek!’

Teddy glanced at her over the top of the local paper. ‘What has Doug Welton done now?’ Continue reading

Futures by Tapan Mozumdar

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Realism

Driving along the one-way road circling the Ulsoor Lake, I keep left. Not that the two and the three-wheeling rodeos of Bangalore have any respect for the lanes.

“Born of torn condoms of huffing parents,” I would crush my teeth. Continue reading

Beauty in Death by Florence Waeni

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Realistic fiction

Warning: Death, illness

“What a beautiful obituary,” Tamara exclaimed.

The response she got was perplexed and rather shocked faces.

“Aw, come on,” she said. “Don’t look at me like that. This is such a sweet obituary. Listen: Gregory Mati entered this world screaming his heart out 76 years ago. He left in a mature rather undramatic manner – cool, calm and collected – having touched many lives and spread his love without fear or favour. That’s so cool. I want you guys to write such an obituary for me.” Continue reading

The Hibiscus Tree by Amrita Sarkar

Hibiscus

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Romance

“Have you ever dated, thammi*?” Riya played with her cell phone as she waited for an answer.

I smiled. My granddaughter often asked me questions that she never asked her parents. I was amused.

“I like the concept. But I don’t like that word – Dating. It sounds like something marked in red on a calendar.” I replied. Continue reading

Toxin by Tapan

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 exact | Genre: Macabre

From the balcony of my seventh floor apartment, I spot a man. He is wearing half-shirt and a trouser. His dress is soiled, though it fits him well. A semblance of footwear drags him along. His hair is combed neat, unusual for a vagabond. He continues in tentative steps towards the glittery red packets laid in a row on the damaged parapet of a garbage dump. Continue reading

No Leftovers for Guddi by Anusuya Kashi

Prompt: Leftovers l Word Count: 500 words exactly l Genre: Fiction

“Good evening, sir. Here’s your pizza. Happy Diwali!” he said, pasting a broad smile on his face, injecting a note of enthusiasm into his tired voice, as he held out the cardboard box.

“Oooh, the pizza is here,” squealed a sweet voice, and he saw a girl, not much older than his Guddi, doing a little jig. Continue reading

Plated by Mindy Goorchenko

Prompt: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 words | Genre: Contemporary realism

Plated

Porsche had sunk to a new low. She was very, very drunk. Not only had she ingested her own profuse supply of alcohol; she had gone through the entire apartment and finished everybody else’s leftovers. Sloppy seconds of margaritas, champagne, wine, Jack and Coke. It all went down her hatch. And she was feeling it now. So gloriously, sloppily, shittily drunk. Continue reading

Aftermath by Amanda Rioux

Prompt: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 words exactly | Genre: Fiction

Note: This is a continuation of my story from the past few prompts

Standing in the funeral-home my swollen, reddened eyes stare blankly at the wall as I grip a paper cup filled with water. I don’t even flinch as I feel arms grab around my waist, a head pressed into the back of my shoulder. I reach my free hand up, and feel Rebekah’s hair. I tilt my head to the side, meeting the top of hers. Continue reading

Home by Florence Waeni

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: Fiction

“Oh yeah!” I said happily.

I put on my cutest look as the woman walked towards my kennel. I couldn’t wait to join a human family. I had heard so much about human families – they loved dogs; they fed them well; they groomed them; hell, they even hugged them tight. I whipped my tiny tail back and forth like crazy.

“Yes, pick me. Yap! Yap!” I went when she stopped in front of me. Continue reading