In this week's "100-words-in-10-minutes" challenge, writers tackled the prompt "Next Sunday." From a pirate’s cunning deal to a poetic reflection on change and resilience, and a humorous tale of forgotten birthdays and mundane chaos, explore how each story brings its unique twist
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La Liberté Qui Mène Le Peuple. Peinture D'Eugène Delacroix. 1830
100-in-10 Flash Fiction: ‘I’ve often been told that French people stink, especially women’
This week, our 100-words-in-10-minutes challenge was sparked by a rather shocking comment overheard at our bimonthly meeting at Le Cocq: "I've often been told that French people stink, especially women." While we all know this isn't true, it inspired some amusing interpretations. Read more here as we turn stereotypes on their head and share our creative takes on this bold statement, all crafted in just 100 words.
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100-in-10 Flash Fiction: "LE COCQ - Place Fernand Cocq"
6 writers converge on 1 location, each writing a 100-word story in 10 minutes. The stories reveal a wide range of perceptions of this singular place, providing a unique perspective, uncovering layers of symbolism and architectural nuance, generational dynamics, nostalgia, and introspection, painting a vivid and diverse portrait of the place.
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Footbridge between residential buildings on street (Credit: Hikmet)
100-in-10 Flash Fiction: "Backstabbing Gone Wrong"
A backstabbing gone wrong
Discover two short stories. Journey into the night, where a secret mission takes an unexpected turn under the moonlit sky, or enter the underground world of a theatre to unravel the mystery of an enigmatic figure, cloaked in red and shrouded by rumours.
Read MoreSpaghetti - AlexS
She walked down the street that ran parallel to the main street, the ‘butchers’ alley’. The air was suffocating. It was a little after two o’clock. She was sweating profusely and had a haut-le-cœur. She felt suffocated and covered her mouth with her hand. The smell of blood and dead meat was overwhelming and more than she could handle. She had never liked it.
Read MoreCity Sparrow - Loretta FAHY
Sparrow likes hanging around handbags and shoes
waiting for the flecks of cured meats and truffle infused
breads to fall from the fingers of those above.
Sparrow was born under the restaurant eves
Read MoreFeedback - Sebastian Remøy
She sat there wondering what he meant.
‘It doesn’t get any better than this,’ but he wasn’t smiling.
Read MoreErsatz, 2021 - Patrick ten Brink
Sticks and stones will make my bones and words can always break you,” sang Hex as she pressed moss onto her forearm in the moonlight. But her flesh, while soft, was green. Hex added leaf after leaf. “Skin smells good,” she murmured, “but they will know.”
Read MoreStrawberries, 2023 - Jeannette Cook
I can’t seem to grow more than four strawberries
At a time.
Each one takes its own size and shape:
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