The Necklace by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: Mastermind | Word Count:1000 |  Genre: Adult Fiction

Gabby woke up in a sweat.

She’d dreamt that a figure dressed in black was standing in the doorway. He was wearing medieval robes and a cloak. A beaked mask covered his face.

Sergej was still lying half under her. She peeled her body off his, trying not to wake him, and lay on her back staring at the patterns on the ceiling from the neon lights of the golf pro shop.

It was quiet for a Saturday night, just the usual steady hum of traffic, intermittent sirens and horns. After two months of visiting his penthouse, she’d stopped noticing the white noise of the busy street below.

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The Mastermind Of Charades by Riham Gharib

Prompt: Mastermind I Word Count: 1000 I Genre: Fiction

The year is 1975. In a geriatrics ward, Mourad, a 25 year old doctor is eagerly treating a very old woman with an empty look on her face. Montasser walks in. He’s also 25, but less athletic and less handsome than his friend. He signals to Mourad to meet him outside. They talk at the door of the ward.

‘She’s a hopless case this one. wouldn’t fight.’ , Montasser says drily.

Mourad shruggs his shoulders, ‘Nothing is hopeless or hopeful. Anything can happen anytime. No rules. How many times do I have to tell you that?!’

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A Questionable Affair by Beth Stillman Blaha

Prompt: Mastermind| Word count: 1000 words | Genre: Contemporary

“I so needed a night away from work tonight,” Nina slid onto the bar stool next to Lynette. “Thanks for asking me to meet you out. Sam didn’t give you a hard time about having to be home with the kids?”

Lynette twisted the stem of her martini glass between her fingers. “I didn’t give him a choice,” she said, not looking at Nina.

“Can I have a dirty martini? Shaken?” Nina asked the bartender. She can even drink better than I can, Lynette thought, her green appletini nearly glowing in the light.

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Mastermind by JM Barrie

Prompt: Mastermind | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Action

Warning: Violence and some coarse language

Concrete shards rained on Julia Griffin’s blonde hair as bullets slammed into the office wall where her head had been an instant earlier. She cocked her silenced Sig Sauer P226, forward rolled out from behind a desk, aimed, and fired as she rose to one knee.

Five minutes later, Griffin climbed into the passenger seat of a grey delivery van. Watson, already behind the wheel, eased into the mid-morning traffic.

‘Mission accomplished?’

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Parasitism by Michael James

Prompt:  Mastermind | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Short Story

Jarred Hickey wasn’t smart. He liked to be called Hicks, from the movie Aliens, and he liked saying a particular quote from the movie, “Outstanding. Now all we need is a deck of cards.” Even when it wasn’t appropriate. Quiz nights, Trivial Pursuit, and just general chatter around meals were a challenge for Hicks. He’d tried reading, but didn’t understand many of the words and ideas. He tried eating the right foods; salmon, garbanzo beans and cauliflower were all recommended. He even started watching documentaries on war, and how they made crayons. Nothing helped.

Hicks didn’t believe in destiny or fate, it was the good Lord God that guided his life, so when the Masterminds leaflet landed at his feet during a blustery afternoon he said a short prayer of thanks.

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Meeting of the Minds by David Macfie

Prompt: Masterminds | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy

Stephen Hawking thought it would be really cool to have a face-to-face meeting with the two scientists whose work provided the main underpinnings of his own contributions to science. A slight impediment to this was that both had been dead for many years. Hawking applied himself to the problem of time travel and, using wormholes and wrinkles in the fabric of time, he worked out how he could transport the two gentlemen from their time to the present and back again. Helped by some of his colleagues, he set up the Fantastically Intuitive Time Transport Invention for Noncurrent Gentlemen. (FITTING for short)

When all the equipment was ready he organized dinner and entertainment, then, using voice recognition in the device and a WIFI connection, he dialed July 1687 on the chronometer of his device and Isaac Newton’s physical address at that time on the location control. Since the chosen date coincided with the first publication of Newton’s laws of motion and universal gravitation, Hawking figured this was a good time to catch his first guest at the height of his intellectual powers.

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Mastermind by Mia Botha

Prompt: Mastermind | Word count: 1000 words | Genre: Thriller

The blonde bobs hover near their Range Rovers, clutching their take-away cappuccinos. They have exchanged their pastel twinsets for luminescent active wear, complete with neon sneakers and matching puffer jackets.

The old school building looms over everything, stately and disapproving all at once, waiting for the school day to begin. We’re scattered about the playground, our uniforms making us alike, but no uniform can make us the same on the inside. I have never been like them and I never will be. Not with a mother like mine.

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Mushroom Clouds by Amanda Acton

Prompt: Mastermind | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Fantasy

The hive was beautiful. A drop of sunlight, twisting lazy loops. It all but glowed with promise and Harry licked his lips in anticipation. He squinted up at the hive and his brain began to whorl. The hive was a good six meters from the ground, but that was hardly the problem. The real problem, the thing that gave Harry pause, was the Gigantus Fungalus.

Gigantus Fungalus were a rare species of giant mushroom and this hive, this beautiful font of sweet treasure, was nestled deeply within the black fronds of one such mushroom. Harry stroked his stubbled chin. Even within the Neglar Marshes, a veritable paradise for fungi, the Fungalus were rare and Harry’s prime directive was to keep them safe.
Well, his actual job was harvesting honey, but it was his personal belief that one could do so without unnecessarily hurting the environment. The whole thing with the bees was unfortunate, but Harry had heard some interesting stories of keeping bees in boxes, almost like livestock and he was eager to try it out for himself. If all went to plan he would be able to secure the queen from this hive and…

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The Love Master Plan by Jeff Mauser

Prompt:  Mastermind | Word Count:  1000 | Genre:  Romance

“Outta my way, nerd,” he says pushing me.  Stumbling backwards I fall into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen.  She does a great job of dropping her books and papers catching me and keeping me from being crushed in the crowded hallway.  I smiled at her as she stands me up.

“Ah, sorry,” she isn’t paying attention, she’s busy trying to save her books and homework from being trampled and scattered.  It was my turn to make people stumble as I crawl around saving as much as I could.

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Nothing’s Impossible by Kimberley Cooper

Prompt: Mastermind | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Women’s Fiction

He didn’t come with a guidebook, our son. Although to be fair, no child does. But in my experience kids tend to follow a similar pattern; cry, pee, poop, talk gibberish, crawl, walk, answer back, finally become human.

But not Cory. Cory was gifted. Not that we knew this to start with. We only knew he wouldn’t sleep, didn’t babble like our two girls had done, and ate voraciously (‘he’s hungry, Mrs Jones, maybe you’re not making enough milk for him’). Hell, if I was a Jersey cow I wouldn’t have had enough milk for him, the way he fed.

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