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Fiction Friday >> Time Warp

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for May 8, 2009
A man is given the ability to go back in time and change one event in his life.

It was true. He was here, five years into the past. He could relive this day, change everything. Amazingly, he had been given a second chance at making things better, at undoing what he had set in motion, what had changed his life and the lives of so many around him. He had hurt so many by that single act, that single choice. He hadn’t realized the impact it would have. It was only in retrospect, looking back at the events that led to that day, that hour, that minute, that he had given himself the luxury of regret. How many times had he wished it could all be undone, rewound, reshot, like the takes of a movie, until he had got it right. And now it could happen, it could be done. He could reshape this moment and all the moments that would come after. He didn’t know if his life would be better for it but at least he would not have that one excruciating regret.

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Fiction Friday >> Las Vegas

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 24, 2009:
During her first trip to Las Vegas, a woman experiences the luckiest night of her life. (It’s not from gambling).

“Shhhh.” Sandra rocked the baby as she looked around her, at all the blinking lights, the people frantically putting coins into the slot machines, chewing gum or drinking. The noise was deafening, but it would provide cover for the baby’s cries.
She’d seen her and knew it was hers. She’d been waiting for a moment like this, to find her baby, the one, the only. She was dressed in a pink pinafore with pink booties, just the way she would have dressed her if… Well. She looked down at the girl as she rushed out of the casino.
“We’ll just have to pretend you’re a boy for a while, sweetie, but don’t worry. Once we’re far from here, I’ll buy you all the pink dresses you want.”
She hadn’t wanted to come to Las Vegas, but her sister had insisted she needed a change of pace after she’d lost Frannie. But she’d found her again, with these other people. They might miss her for a while, but they’d get over it. The baby was hers.
Coming to Vegas had been a good thing. This was the luckiest night of her life. She rushed away from the casino as she heard a woman screaming for her child.

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Fiction Friday >> Doing what?

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 17th, 2009:
Include this line somewhere in your story: “I’m never doing that again.”

“Well. I’m never doing that again.”

“What?”

“You know. That.”

“Oh.”

“It’s kinda gross. Sticky and salty and smooth all at the same time. And once you got the taste in your mouth, it won’t go away.”

“Really? I never tried it.”

“I should never let Peter convince me to try it. But, you know, I’m always game for anything.”

“He’s adventurous, that one.”

“At least, I didn’t try it in public. Can you imagine what it would look like?”

“Embarrassing, to say the least.”

“Duh.”

“I would have paid to see your face when you swallowed.”

“I nearly puked. Peter was laughing his head off.”

“Such a gentleman.”

“I know. I’m sort of thinking maybe we shouldn’t go out together anymore. He’s weirding me out.”

“Anyone who would convince me to eat a peanut butter and sardines sandwich is a kook in my books.”

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Fiction Friday >> Write Anything

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 10, 2009:
A dentist is stabbed while he waits in line at the movies.

The girl in front of him had a nice ass, and, bonus, when she turned to look at him and smiled, a great set of teeth. As a dentist, he appreciated good dentition.

The line shuffled up a few feet and he suppressed a sigh. What was he doing here, waiting in line to see the last chick flick when he could be home relaxing in front of the tube with a beer and some nachos? Tina, that was what. She wanted to see the damned movie and he’d agreed to go with her. So far, though, he wasn’t pleased. Yeah, Tina was always late, and he was holding a place in line for her but he had the feeling that she wasn’t going to show up. Damn the woman. Why did he always end up doing things he didn’t want to just because she asked?

A guy jostled him from behind.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, “back off, will you? It won’t go faster if you push.”

A growl, then a sharp pain in the vicinity of his kidneys. He gasped, reached for his back. His hand came back red. Blood. “What the…?”

Someone screamed.

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Fiction Friday >> Write Anything

[Fiction] Friday Challenge for April 3, 2009:
A married couple sets out on a six-month adventure, living on their boat while sailing from port city to port city. By the fifth city, they are thoroughly sick of each other and their relationship takes a serious turn for the worse.

“You left your goddamn pan in the sink again,” Lisa said. “Why do I always have to stow your things before we leave? It’s not like you don’t know everything flies around when we’re at sea.”
“The sink’s deep enough.”
“No it’s not.”
“Pull the lines, will you?”
“You also left your clothes all over the place.”
“I checked the forecast. No squalls ahead.”
“This boat is the size of Rubik’s Cube. You’re a slob.”
“You want the night watch?”
“Are you listening to me?”
“You’re the one who wanted the grand adventure. Now you have it.”
“Yeah. Dirty pans and litter.”
“Bitching and bad seamanship.”
“I can tie a knot as well as you can. Better, even.”
“The way you fold the sails is a disgrace.”
“If you helped me instead of giving orders, it’d be easier.”
“I need a drink.”
“It’s eight o’clock in the morning.”

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