I’m away next Thursday and Friday. I’ll schedule new words Friday morning but hand over to you the task of choosing a favourite from this week’s posts, and naming it on Friday. I do so with some relief, especially because, as early as Wednesday morning, I knew selecting a ‘winner’ this week was going to be, in the nicest possible way, a nightmare. However, has to be done.
Jim’s ‘The sight below turned my breath to ice’ and Holly’s magnificently awful ‘Every sated breath he takes is one from my sister’s lungs’ are just two examples of the many high spots, buts top prize this week goes to David for his ‘We’re All Mad Here’ whose first line was so wonderful (and the rest to-the-point, and breath-takingly gruesome )cured me (albeit maybe only temporarily) of my knee-jerk antipathy to poems what rhyme. And I do feel bad for not mentioning the rest of you … Thank you indeed for ALL posts, so thoroughly entertaining.
Words for next week: abstain nothing shroud
Entries by midnight Thursday 13th August, words only posted Friday 14th
Winners to be named by you
Usual rules: 100 words maximum (excluding title) of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised fiction is, as always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems are fine. Feel free to post links to your stories on Twitter or Facebook or whichever.
Although I hope not to repeat it, but remembering the mess of scheduling I made back in February, I do think it would be sensible to have some sort of back-up – a deputy, a sleeping partner – for Prediction. Unless called upon to take over, there would be no need for whoever to be excluded from being chosen as favourite.; the main requirement is to be a reliably regular participant here, of which there are several. If interested and/or willing to be nominated, let me know.