Five Dollar Flash Fiction Rules.

Stories are to be 100 words or less.

You must use all of these words:

• Sandal
• Walking (Courtesy of NRo15)
• Berry

Give us your heart and your soul and we’ll give you an audience.  Tell us our trouble, your joy, your blood, and your fire, and we’ll take it all and live a little piece of what it means to us.

Lets talk about  FAQs page, like we’re the opposite of consistantly over or under reaching factually incorrect politicians. Ask us a question and we’ll give you a fact. Ask us a question that is already on our FAQs page and we’ll deliver to you a prefabricated “zinger” at your own expense that is a for sure fan base  crowd pleaser.

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Signed – “You must have met a man, tall and handsome I bet.“

Check out this week’s new Flash Fiction: Upset Stallions

What havoc you wreaked on our hearts this week. 

Accolades

Erin McBride: Best Line

Tru Scorpio: Best connection to the feeling in the scene

thevikingstad: Best dialog  (real good)

Winners

Ted Zhang · Third Place

Molly Owens · Second Place

NRo15 · First Place

“Mistakes are made. Some are big and some are small and some we forget and some linger casting shadows on remaining days.

Black paint absorbing suburbia, the defendant’s late for meeting. Autumn days are short- dinner in darkness. Quickly home, change tie, lunchtime street-meat mustard maims. Out the door running. That is the expression. Reverse car, leaving house in rear view mirror, head back into the city for dinner. Residential speeds doubled. Headlights forgotten. Basketball ended early- children walking home bouncing. Cell rings, he searches. Two thumps like going over a camel. Please. Let it be some rodent mammal…”

NRo15 You crippling romantic we couldn’t say no to this life you let us come to know through such brief clips and phrases  send us The address of the home you live in and prepare for the hurricane for the Donkey is coming ginned up and weeping through black eyes of  avarice.

Signed – “It’s such a shame. I heard the wind say this morning. Be still my heart. I age by years at the mention of your name.”

The Library of Congress

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Five Dollar Flash Fiction Rules.

Stories are to be 100 words or less.

You must use all of these words:

• Mammal
• Black (Courtesy of Maximillan)
• Car

This is your little slice of the internet to make yourself heard by, the good the bad and the ugly, we live off your truth, so one two, one hundred give us some truth. 

We understand that understandably, there may be some things you don’t understand and have some questions about. This  FAQs page, is our goodly answer to your kindly questions. If you are unable to find your answer in our FAQs page please email us with your question and with all haste and articulation we will respond…if we F*&#ing feel like it.

Good friends do us as we’d love to do you and tweet, text, facebook, fuck’n foursquare our, site and our contest to those whom you think would enjoy and get pleasure from the hallowed grounds of this site. We love your words our friends let us love your friends.

Signed – “My first love was an arsonist.“

Check out this week’s new Flash Fiction: Stingy Congress

Good glory, and fast fury, are these pieces tight and puncturing our minds this week.  

Accolades

Jay James: Oh such a good scene Jay

Alex Vigue: Best Moment

Brad Llewellyn: Best first person narrative and action.

Ted Zhang: Best character description, “Peter stepped back and forth, knife in hand. He had seen a scene on television before, in a video for a Michael Jackson song.”

Susi Holliday: Best set up and use of “Mantis”

Theresa Sinclair: Best description of a scene

Winners

Erin McBride · Third Place

Kavalicious19 ·  Second Place

Easton Smith · First Place

“Shelly found a dead thing in the backyard. She was hardly surprised, barely even interested. She treated the death of small things as a banker might a foreclosure, a strong lover a small quarrel. She examined it, closely, for just a moment. Then she filed it in her box, in the mantodea section, for it was a mantis. It was merely a blip in her day, a fly to an elephant, an earthquake to a planet. Shelly understood that her 10 years, like the planet’s measly 4 billion, were too few to truly appreciate the ages of life and death.”

Easton this was something else for us, we really appreciate the thought you put into writing this. So please do  send us your place of living because we have an emotionally unstable Donkey who’s been touched without cease by your words, and needs a place to weep and question the world in. That place will be where ever you live, and be warned his weeping is energetic and his questions are explosive and require answers or they reap damage. I hope you’re in a secure place because there will be a lot of probing into your relationship with your parents.

Signed – “One day I saw a beast comin’, From across the sea, I never knew fear, Until he came for me.”

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Five Dollar Flash Fiction Rules.

Stories are to be 100 words or less.

You must use all of these words:

• Hard
• Mantis (Courtesy of Kavalicious19)
• Close

Whip up those words of yours into a sustainable frenzy because you’ve got two weeks to run them through your tumescent head till the thoughts start to triangulate, then round them shits up and lay them out. 

Questions! Questions for us? Well then present them to us in an organized, respectable, and polite fashion and we will in our turn if they DO NOT already appear in our  FAQs page, treat these questions with the care and concern a goodly statesman of yester year would treat the questions of the most respected well thinking journalist.  If your Q’s are already found on our  FAQs page we will treat you with the derisive scorn Romney shows to poor people and we’ll bet you 10 grand that we make you cry.

For our last words, we find abundant love through the actions of those who share our site and contest to others. We throb with delight when a patron of the words tweets, twats, twiddles and texts about us and ours, which happens to be you and yours. Help us help you love us to love you. Facebook a friend about this orgy of fun. Like of on the F book and we’ll love you forever.

Signed – “I’m in love with the way you’re in love with the night”

Check out this week’s new Flash Fiction: Impotent Justice 

Oh you dangerous dreamers and night walking thinkers. It’s is such a pleasure to see the world through your eyes within the context of these hundred words. 

Accolades

Izzy David: There was something here something close but it was too disjointed.

Joseph Carney: Best set up to a real moment.

Jorge Cornet Jr.: Best First Person Narrator

Pastrami_On_Rye: Best Struggle we felt his opression and his desire for something better

Thevikingstad: Best character

MacStone1: Best Ending

Luvin Lyfe: Best voice and  Best line: “This politician of sorts man can she politic”
(this so close to placing but we felt the ending took it somewhere untrue to the rest of the piece)

Winners

Kavalicious19 · Third Place (Kav’s you’re on some kind of roll.)

AlexVigue ·  Second Place (this is somehow just what we wanted when we chose our words)

Maximillan H · First Place

“Politics have no relation to morals. That’s why Rick Richards was a sure thing for Student Body President.

People said he looked like a black Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was frighteningly good at WoW and he was always sweaty, in a sultry kind of way. He was dating Sandra Tillsly, head cheerleader but he’d also got 4 hand jobs from 5 other girls this week. No lube. Rick always said if he wanted to get his dick wet, he’d go swimming. Rick’s opponent had unknowingly ingested 34 laxative tablets earlier. He’d miss the debate. Rick was a sure thing.”

You had us at a black PSH you beautiful wackjob. Max we can’t remember if we’ve seen you before but we want to see you again. If you’re unfamiliar how this works you send us your home address and we send you a five dollar bill tied to the neck of a booze strapped Donkey with a predilection for living hard fast and beyond your means. It’s my premonition that the Donkeys strong liking to Rich Richards and his, will result in the extravagant hell of a banquet feast followed by a coloblow marathon in your living room. Strap on your big boy boots Max it’s about to get wet.

Signed – “25 lighters on my dressa yessa, you know I gosta get paid “

Kavs you’ve been a contributor to our flash fiction contest for a long time now. I can’t remember when we first saw one of your entries but your entries started popping out to us on a recurring bases early on. You tend to write about seemingly everyday or mundane occurrences that have a great amount of emotional undercurrent to them, and are often narrated. How often are you pulling from similar or exact scenarios to write these scenes?

First off, I want to say thank you to you guys and your flash fiction contest. Because of that 100 words or less barrier, I really found the root of my voice. I found what I want to say and what I have to say. So, thank you. Okay. Ass kissing aside. Now, I mostly write when I’m at home and around late afternoon. I have, what I believe to be anyways, lesbian neighbors on one side of me, neighbors with 6 kids on the other, across the street are a couple of hermits, and my back yard touches a forest. So when I’m home, I open my eyes and my ears and pull in some sights and sounds, and maybe some smells. I start there to get the juices moving, so a lot of my stories do have some similarities. After I find some distinct something to focus on, I then start the fictitious padding to make it more of a story. There are some truths in my descriptions, but they are very limited.

We’re stoked that you said that Kav’s. It really gets us pumped when people get something out of this site. No shitting around it does. You’ve recently put together a collection of your shorts and poems to form the book, Good Things Come From The Trash Heaps of Our Lives. How many years of your life do the shorts and poems collected in this book span?

Almost all of the shorts (I like that word) and poems are from this year. Only one piece wasn’t written this year: “The Time a Large Black Man Helped Me to Get Laid.” I actually included it because it was one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written and because it probably contains the most truth out of any short or poem in this collection. And the reason for everything being so new in this collection is I honestly feel like I just discovered my voice this year, with the help of you guys and Charles Bukowski. I try my best not to imitate His (the capital “H” is needed) voice, but I just became enamored with His approach to poetry this year. His poems are bare bones and balls and show you both. I want to write like that. I think I always wanted to write like that, but I never found anyone before Bukowski that showed what it could look like and what can be done with it. I tried it and felt strong enough with my writing to throw it out there. I didn’t want to sit on this.

I would recommend your book to anyone who has a sense of humor about themselves and like to self reflect without taking themselves too seriously. The stories within the book are in many ways self aware and reflective while set in moments or scenes many of us have had similar experiences to. Did you intend for this collection to have a self reflective effect?

I am most definitely a reflexive person and am always looking at my actions in kind of a third-person view. And, I am a pretty funny guy and never take anything too seriously. I guess my writing is just an extension of that. I think in these ways so much that when I write it just naturally comes out. This collection wasn’t intended to be anything other than “Here I am, and here is what I want to say.” I think everything I’ve ever written has some of that “looking at yourself” vibe to it, but in this kind of writing, in these short short stories and short poems, the extra shit is boiled away and you’re just left with the core. So, it’s just more highlighted now because that’s all you get to look at.

Another thing I noticed was the age span of the pieces. Many where written by a noticeably younger or older narrator, but all with the same voice. Though I did not feel I was watching a person grow from young to old through the collection set up. What was the thought process behind this?

I wish I could say there is/was a thought process behind it. My best work, what I consider to be my best, comes from the ether in flashes. If an idea hits me, if those little neurons fire and I like it, I write it. I nurse it a little, sure, and build a story around it, but they just happen. A story about an old man wishing he was young was just a flash. At first, I didn’t like that notion of writing. I always thought writers had to pound out their stories in basements and force the muse to come to them after laboring for hours at it. I wrote like that before. I tried it for seven months. I can’t do that. My writing wasn’t meeting my standards. Those flashes are my best stuff, and what I’ve discovered is they are coming more and more frequently now. I hope I’m training my mind to see the stories around me.

Lastly I particularly enjoyed the final three shorts at the end. These three reminiscences of death by the narrator follow a progression that while being outrageous in much of the content is finely subtle in each step forward. When we are delivered to the end it seems we have a lasting understanding of the narrator, and the meaning behind the book. Only on further inspection we find ourselves digging through more layers than that. How much of the ending was planned or constructed for this book?

I’m glad you think I’m that talented to think that much about my work. Haha. All it really was was me liking the idea of talking about what may happen “when I die,” and I started writing about different scenarios. I have other “When I Die” poems on my computer, and I have the notion of releasing more books in the future and putting more of the death poems at the end of them all. It’s a kind of way for me to say “The End” in a chapbook. That’s as far as that thought goes: “Wouldn’t it just be a cute way for me to end the book?” You keep talking about all this deep shit and I might start to think I’m someone else.

One Final Question Kav. Where can we go to find and subsequently buy the shit out of your book?

Haha. I guess that would help the sales. It’s available on amazon.com. Just search my real name, Adam Kavulic, or the title of the chapbook,Good Things Come from the Trash Heaps of Our Lives. It’s through Kindle, and for those who don’t have a Kindle there are free Kindle-reading apps on amazon that people can download right to their computer or smart phones and read Kindle books that way. Thanks again, guys.

We’re big a  fan of Kav’s body of work here at BWP, and we encourage anyone wants to encourage or be encouraged by a sense of humor about life to support life and buy that book like Oprah told you to. 

Signed – “I’ll take it out to the streets for somebody else to admire”

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Five Dollar Flash Fiction Rules.

Stories are to be 100 words or less.

You must use all of these words:

• Politics
• Sultry (Courtesy of Ben Knight)
• Black

We’re giving you two weeks, to throw together, with the most carefully constructed deliberation 100 words into as many sentences as it takes to delight the minds of ourselves, yourselves, and especially your mother, say hi to her for us.

Let us tell you about Questions! We don’t have them we have answers so don’t ever ask us about them! Just go to our FAQs page, and if you have a question that we don’t have an answer to in there. By all means email us and we will be the most hospitably cordial answer givers you have ever encountered. But if with the blind eye of god you somehow asked a question that was already coupled with an answer in our FAQs page…we will hit you forever.

I think you all must know by now just how expressively abundantly joyous we erupt when a love angel such as yourself, tweets, likes, talks about, shares, or even threatens a person about our contest. So please love our love, and spread our orgy of words to the far and dirty corner of this round planet!

Signed – “Stay the same, don’t ever change, with your Betty Davis eyes, and your Momma’s party dress”

Check out this week’s new Flash Fiction: Insecure Money

I sense it in the words friends, you did it again. You moved our cold rotten hearts to feel something special. 

Accolades

Jesus Ben: that was disturbing and got under our skin a little. Well done and keep working out those issues.

Alexander Brenner: Best Sentence “ My father and his dog, man and beast, perfect companions, and here I stand, not half of either, in despair…for a turkey.”

AlexVigue: Best description of a moment

Winners

ICP · Third Place

Larry Davis ·  Second Place (this was the best narrative monologue we’ve seen in quite some long times Larry)

kavalicious19 · First Place

“He drove with the weight of the last five years on his foot. He blinked. There was a menu in his hand and a waitress standing near.
She said, “Ever hear of a butterbean?”
He blinked.
“You’ll like them.”
The hum in his head started up, and memories pushed forward.
“Where is this?” he blurted to stop them from coming.
“Albany,” she said.
“New York or Georgia?”
She sat down in the chair across from him after his order came up. He began to gobble his food but paused to tell her all about everything, and she earned that tip.”

Kav’s you son of a so and so you’ve done it again. That voodoo that you do so well. Send us your address the Donkey has been pent up for weeks kicking holes in the walls and boozing on a gin binge like they’re about to take his liver away. So gather up your nuts you son of a bitch and hide the valuables because he’s coming to rob you over every single article of wealth you might possess to soak up some alcohol. If he can’t find a cent he’ll light your house on fire and be there when you collect on the insurance.

Signed – “Hey wake it up, and shake it out, does anything still move you since your educated now and all grown up.”

Elvert Barnes

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Five Dollar Flash Fiction Rules.

Stories are to be 100 words or less.

You must use all of these words:

• Gobble
• Hum (Courtesy of Adam Kavulic for his fleshy words!)
• Butterbean

You have two weeks to write a 100 word novel that will groin kick the world into admiration of life through pure joy of reading!

Are you stupid!? Are you!? We have so many questions we’ve answered that you might think of asking! FAQs page and if somehow miraculously through sheer power of mind you burst forth a glistening gem of singularity, please do not for one instance with hold yourself from asking us! We will within moments and I dare say this within seconds of your query respond with the up most attention.

If you know how indescribable our love for you is when you like us on facebook, tweet, twat, or text about us, jump a cop and litter his squad car with a conffetti bomb of boxingwithpencil.com urls or even just spray paint a yuppies Hummer with our name you wouldn’t hesitate a moment longer to do these things and see our hearts positively burst with exuberance at your intrepid immensity of spirit!

Signed – “This shit is bananas B. A. N.A.N.A.S.”