Ain’t Got That Sort Of Time – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

***

Ain’t Got That Sort Of Time

Duncan locks the door and turns to Angela and smiles broadly. “It’s good to see you honey,” he says as he rushes towards her.

“Thanks love, it’s a pity for you I don’t feel the same,” she says as she raises a small revolver that stops him in his tracks.

“What the FUCK is this BULLSHIT!”

“It’s nothing personal love, I just need some coin, and I need it fast.”

“Shit, if you need coin, I’d gladly give you some. All you have to do is polish my nob.”

“Honey, I ain’t got the time. Now empty the cash register!”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Fiction & Ideas

Stories, thoughts, and musings

Only 100 Words

a 100-word story every day

My Vivid Blog

."Vivid" is my handy, all-purpose word, and this is my handy, all-purpose blog.

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.

Eugi's Causerie

a place to chat

Go Dog Go Café

Where writers gather

WRITERS PROMPTS

free writing prompts for free, and free

Sammi Cox

Author Aspiring

My Random Ramblings

stories, poems and more

Allison Marie Conway

I write about Desire. Sex. Longing. Pain. Darkness. All of it.

Grim's Crypt

Where the dark ones roam.

Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

The intricacies of my insanity

where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity...

A writer & her adolescent muse

writing, writers, & worlds (of my own making)

Cyranny's Cove

Refuge of an assumed danophile...

Isabel Caves

Poetry, Fiction & Photography

My Musings

My life; My views!

%d bloggers like this: