Ficlet Fun: July Newsletter Challenge

[Cia]

Ficlet Fun! (and maybe win a prize!) 😲👑

Challenge: Write a 25 word ficlet or poem using 2 of the 5 words

Pick 2 of the 5 words below:

1. Dance
2. Pest
3. Bubble
4. Splinter
5. Ancient

Post your ficlet in this topic (you can also post in Stories if you have a collection of flash fiction or poetry).  Comment on each other's ficlets. Talk about the challenge and how you went about writing your ficlet. Readers can post, authors can post, everyone can have fun with this extreme challenge! 

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[Valkyrie]

I never received the July newsletter.  Was it sent out?  I just happened to look in the forum and see this.  

Also, when is the deadline?  

Edited July 9, 2021 by Valkyrie

[Headstall]

I dance alone

In my solitary bubble

Horrified at the reluctance

To reduce the rubble

[Headstall]

2 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

I never received the July newsletter.  Was it sent out?  I just happened to look in the forum and see this.  

Also, when is the deadline?  

I didn't get it either. 

[Headstall]

War is an ancient pest

That refuses to die

Because humans will always 

Look for conflict

[Valkyrie]

3 minutes ago, Headstall said:

I dance alone

In my solitary bubble

Horrified at the reluctance

To reduce the rubble

I really feel this   And I was thinking about using 'dance' and 'bubble' too, but I'll pick different words now lol 

[Headstall]

The splinter in my heart

Was your gift to me

A pest I have yet to banish

When darkness covers me

[Headstall]

3 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

I really feel this   And I was thinking about using 'dance' and 'bubble' too, but I'll pick different words now lol 

Thanks... and sorry... I thought it would be fun to use all of them... maybe I got carried away, but it was fun. I haven't written poetry in months.  

[Valkyrie]

3 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Thanks... and sorry... I thought it would be fun to use all of them... maybe I got carried away, but it was fun. I haven't written poetry in months.  

No worries. I found two I like better  

[Cia]

3 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

I never received the July newsletter.  Was it sent out?  I just happened to look in the forum and see this.  

Also, when is the deadline?  

 

47 minutes ago, Headstall said:

I didn't get it either. 

It was sent out on Monday, July 5th. It may have filtered into your Junk/Spam/Clutter boxes? The deadline will be July 31st.

[Valkyrie]

3 minutes ago, Cia said:

 

It was sent out on Monday, July 5th. It may have filtered into your Junk/Spam/Clutter boxes? The deadline will be July 31st.

Nope.  I check my Spam folder regularly and it's not there.  

[Myr]

It looks like we had some sort of bug in sending it. so I posted it in a blog

 

[Headstall]

1 hour ago, Valkyrie said:

Nope.  I check my Spam folder regularly and it's not there.  

I just checked mine and it's not there either. 

Edited July 9, 2021 by Headstall

[Valkyrie]

Here's mine. Check out @wildone's status update for context   

Ancient pests awaken after millennia of slumber, descending on the innocent in terrifying droves. Ultimate weapons deployed; the vermin annihilated by a sticky croak. Burp!

[Rigby Taylor]

Moonlight.

Youths dance in the playground.

Laughing.

“Race you to the slide!”

Scream.

“A fucking great splinter in my leg!”

Cruel smile from the shadows.

[Cole Matthews]

“Gross,” the beautiful man sneered.

“Pride is the ancient splinter that wedged into a person festers and pollutes the soul,” was the reply.

[Rigby Taylor]

That's a very fine aphorism. Yours?

[ZekeNix]

Growing ancient

Is such a pest

My bubble shrinks

I dance no more

[Zombie]

On 7/10/2021 at 2:54 AM, Valkyrie said:

Ancient pests awaken after millennia of slumber, descending on the innocent in terrifying droves. Ultimate weapons deployed; the vermin annihilated by a sticky croak. Burp!

  

bubble birds that cannot fly 

futile flippers they may deny 

comical how hard they try 

their ancient nemesis shuffling by 

pointing

laughing

Then we die

[Cia]

Thank you to everyone for playing and for posting great ficlets! This game is closed. Look for the winner to be announced in the newsletter.