Today I get to be Renee! Woohoo! This time of year, it seems everyone is busy, busy, busy. But surely you have a bit of time to write some flash fiction, don't you? Last week we had two repeat Why don't you check out the prompts below. Hopefully they'll spark some inspiration.

Prompt 542 – Creative
Tag – List of words
Use the following words in a story – red leaf, turkey, squeaky wheel, pumpkin, and a blue shoe.

Prompt 543 – Creative
Tag – First Line
I think it is time for you and I to have a little talk.

Last week's prompts were put up as a second chance to inspire authors, so I'm featuring a piece that's also from an earlier prompt. Check out Hunter Thompson's story inspired by prompt #539.

 

Prompt: It began last night. Everything electronic stopped working. This was followed by every vehicle no longer working. Everyone began to panic, but that was nothing compared to the fact suddenly no one, not even the animals or insects could make a sound in your town. What happened and will the town forever be silenced.

 

Story:

 

Everyone thought the world would end with a bang. A thermonuclear fireball that obliterates everything and everyone you hold dear and makes certain to leave no survivors. It’s comforting to know that it’ll be quick, if nothing else.

 

That’s not what really happened. The world didn’t end. Well, it did. Just not the way people thought it would. Most of us didn’t even realize what was going on. I was working on a report at the office when the lights first started to flicker. I figured that with all the snow we’d been having that power outages would be inevitable, backed everything up and went back to work. Nobody else seemed worried either, so I put it out of my mind. Everything seemed fine, until it was time to leave. I’d been working at the firm for twenty years, and I’d never seen the elevators break down. When the lights went dark, we all tried to take the elevator to go home. Of course they wouldn’t be working in a power outage.

 

Clamoring through ten flights of stairs with my coworkers wasn’t all that fun. By the time we were all down, we were irritable, and my blond hair was plastered to my face with sweat. After waving goodbye to my colleagues, I got in my truck and thought about the hot meal Michael would hopefully have waiting for me. Except nothing happened.

Read the rest here!