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.