What option should we use?

1. Public
2. Unlisted
3. Private (members only)

Public or Unlisted is fine.

Bump, don't forget to write your bidness.

The Bantam Colossus - A Short Story by Plankton:

An ant stepped on me today.

Fin.

Your title is misleading. That is not a "short story" that is a "micro story."

1. Micro story: anything < 100 words
2. Flash fiction: 100 to 1,000 words
3. Short story: 1,000 to 10,000 words

Those are your rules that you learned in your institutional learning facilities...

All I wanted was a Pepsi.

Making you think youre crazy is a billion dollar industry.

Hey Vwls, you know, we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know?

:laughing:

Anyone else having a hard time with this first round?

My ideas are like

https://i.imgflip.com/1j1pyb.jpg

But I keep writing and the way that my original ideas are incorporated into the story are like

https://static.highsnobiety.com/thum...e-fixed-01.jpg

But then the outcome that doesn't align with my original vision is like

https://cdn.britannica.com/32/18932-...arthy-1992.jpg

And then I try to use the original ideas as a framework to rewrite the good stuff that I wrote and it's like

https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon...._AC_SX425_.jpg

So yes.

PSA - Deadline for story submissions is next Friday, May 1. So get writing.

I so relate :laughing:

I am sleeping on this so hard. I'm sorry. I do have a mental outline though. Hopefully I can get the motivation to write it down in the next two days I have off.

Yella stage, Friday deadline.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/12...851fe58de9.jpg

I'm not going to make this. I don't want to sound like I'm excusing myself but I've had a lot of sh*t going on lately. Deaths. Work issues. Whatnot. I know we're all dealing with that. I'm not special. I'll see if a spark happens but if I don't finish in time, I'm sorry.

WWWP and maybe Mondo or anyone else who's joining, how's your progress? I might extend the deadline due to limited submissions. I could use the extra time myself tbh.

Cheater

You either die a hero or live to become the OP taking measures to increase participation in their thread.

I just want to say that I have my story in my head. I just haven't had the time or energy to sit down and put it into words. I usually write the whole thing in one draft in one go so maybe that'll happen before Friday.

I was never taught to give a sh*t about proof reading. Hence my numerous typos in my posts.

Proofreading is one word. Unless you're talking about proofs which I'm not huge on reading either.

That’s a trolley problem right there, son.

Yo. Like, f*ck off.

Sorry. I take back what I said about proofs.

I would definitely appreciate an extension.

I've been trying, like exo have the story in my head but haven't had time to flesh it out. Even another week would be great.

Slackers.

If it's worth doing, it's worth doing right. I'd rather miss the deadline than submit a literal turd.

None of us can write so it’s going to be a big turdathon no matter how y’all try.

It's more for our sakes than for the piece itself. If you force out a turd you risk blowing out your *******.

lol

Did you come up with that?

OC all day

You guys are ****in' cowards. You can't wait for inspiration. Inspiration is a stingy bitch that only comes around when none of her other booty calls are picking up, and she always makes you wrap it up.

If you wanna write, you've just gotta ****ing write.

Like, here, I'll write a story in like five seconds.

Colossus

"I got a huge dick you know."

WWWP snorted a laugh through her beer. "Yeah? How big?"

Hawk gave her a grin that could eat all the **** right out of an asshole factory. And leaned back in his chair with outstretched arms, cheap wood creaking underneath the weight of his old-dude gut. "Huuuuuuuuge."

"Oh sure." She dropped her bottle back to the table. Spun it around a couple times on the soaked napkin she had been using as a coaster. The wet paper finally tore, little bits of white sticking to the sweating brown glass. "Even my dog's probably got a bigger dick than you."

Passing by in time to hear the last, Batlord made sure to bump into her in a sort-of-unintentional-but-not-really way as he hoisted two massive jugs of something purple and possibly acidic back to his table. "Bet you know a lot about your dog's dick."

At the sound of his voice, she instinctively lashed out in a Pavolvian response, sending a slap in his direction. Instead of a chubby cheek, she got a handful of the raw potatoes that Mindfulness was holding for some reason.

He responded with a smile. And a picture of a shrugging celebrity that he just happened to be carrying in his pocket.

"Okay seriously I'm sorry about that but what the **** is up with those potatoes Mindy?" asked WWWP, unable to contain her laughter.

"Damn," chuckled Hawk. "Dos some big taters. Almost as big as my cooooock."

"Lololol don't worry," grinned Mindfulness, with that sort of innocence that just made you feel like a ****head bully for ever calling him out on anything. Sort of like an autistic child. "I know they're raw. I'm not gonna eat them. Lololol."

WWWP held back on her instinct to smack-a-bitch. "Okay that's great but what are they for?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

He stuck a hand down the front of his pants.

"Woooaaahh, what the f-"

His hand came back out, gripping another picture; a snapshot of Laughing Drake high-fiving a rare pepe.

She threw up her hands, almost knocking over her beer. "Forget it. Just ****in' forget it."

"You know what you won't forget?" asked Hawk, loading up his piece-of-**** $20 revolver in the off chance that a passerby happened to invade his dog's personal space. "My cock. And how huge it is."

She turned to him with a sigh, eyes wide with a mixture of impatience and amusement. "You know what Hawk? How 'bout you shut the **** up about your baby penis? How 'bout that, huh?"

He grinned. Seemed to consider her words for a moment. And finally leaned foward, giving her an 'ay-come-closer' nod, as if preparing to divulge a secret.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh ****ing what?"

"Do you like planting tulips?"

She didn't consciously smash the bottle over his face; it seemed to move all on its own, sending him to his ass and shattering into a brilliant cloud of glass that almost seemed to make a rainbow as it caught the lamplight above.

Exo stumbled over with a "Psssh," and a hearty laugh. "What're we, in a ****in' movie? As if bottles actually shatter like that when you hit someone with 'em."

"Movies suck!" yelled someone in the corner. Probably Elph. ****in' dork.

"I like movies," shrugged Hawk, snapping the chamber of his revolver into place. "They're larger than life."

WWWP immediately turned to him with a glare. "Don't."

"And you know what else is larger than life?"

"NO."

"My co-"

The table flipped with a crash.

The first bullet hit the lamp, turning the struggle into a dance of inky shadows.

The second bullet hit one of Mindfulness's potatoes. "YES!" he beamed, leaping out of his seat and tossing the rest of the vegetables into the air. "They really can stop bullets! L-I-F-E-H-A-C-K!"

And the third bullet? That one finally found home.

Though which home, I can't say. Because this is actually one of those artsy Horror movies that Frown loves, and thus the ending must be...

C-O-L-O-S-S-A-L-L-Y A-M-B-I-G-U-O-U-S

Fin!

See? Easy. Ten more minutes, and I could really give you some Pulitzer ****.

Nobody said they were waiting for inspiration, but good job! You're supposed to PM me your submission but I'll let it slide.

Damn you I worked really hard on those five-minute dick jokes and I need your validation, not your snark.

But now you guys have to put your thoughts to paper instead of waiting for 'the muse' to give you a handjob. Because if you don't, my beautiful story wins by default.

Thanks for the tip.

Deadline is extended to May 8.

Feign ambivalence all you want. You and I both know that the deadline isn't the only thing that's extending right now.

*flips table*

Btw you and Hawk are now my intellectual properties, k thanks byeeeee

Don't even need to read it.

https://media.giphy.com/media/QNkqCb...niGA/giphy.gif

For sure. Hardly fair though seeing he can really write.

I, for one, am honored.