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Feb 2018 - 'Anything goes' and 'Waxing' writing prompt

Sea-shore

aka Anne Chen
Staff member
#1
Hi everyone,

I hope all is well with you and your writing world!

This month is going to be a busy one for me, as it's Chinese New Year on the 16th - it's like Christmas, New Years and Thanks Giving all rolled into one. So, I thought we could do an 'Anything goes' Flash Fiction for February, where the theme is open. @Rich. has also given the prompt: 'Waxing' - "to be taken any way you wish". :D Shall we have it short and snappy? How about a 100 word limit?

The normal Litopia rules apply (the biggy: being be nice to each other).

At the end of the month, I count out how many 'LIKES' each entry has, and announce this in the Winners' Flash Club thread. From time to time, @AgentPete will also be sending out a book prize to the winner.

In Peter's words: The Flash Club is open to all Litopians, it's *fun* first and foremost, so don't get caught up or stressed over it. You don't have to contribute, but if you are new to writing, it's a good place to start and get your toes wet. And if you're an experienced writer, flash writing can be an important part of your regular writing practice.

You can make as many contributions as you like.

Happy writing all!
 

Rich.

Guardian
Staff member
#3
@Sea-shore, Happy New Year!

@Carol Rose, brilliant, I'm actually laughing out loud! There are times I'm thankful to be a (non-waxing) man.

My bit of flash is a different kind of waxing...

--

Waxing Fears

I saw him on the Gloucester Road. He didn’t leap out like your common highwayman. Didn’t yell or threaten. No, no. Just stood there blocking my path as if the road were his own. Feral chap. Unarmed. Ruddy horse nearly threw me. Silly fool. Me, that is. Travelling at night.

Stranger pointed. The moon? I asked. He nodded. Told me not to come back that way, not till the moon was waning, not unless I had a silver bullet. Odd business.

What? Me? Superstitious? Let’s just say I’ll be staying here a few more days than I'd planned.
 

Quillwitch

Idolized Member
#4
Hi everyone,

I hope all is well with you and your writing world!

This month is going to be a busy one for me, as it's Chinese New Year on the 16th - it's like Christmas, New Years and Thanks Giving all rolled into one. So, I thought we could do an 'Anything goes' Flash Fiction for February, where the theme is open. @Rich. has also given the prompt: 'Waxing' - "to be taken any way you wish". :D Shall we have it short and snappy? How about a 100 word limit?

The normal Litopia rules apply (the biggy: being be nice to each other).

At the end of the month, I count out how many 'LIKES' each entry has, and announce this in the Winners' Flash Club thread. From time to time, @AgentPete will also be sending out a book prize to the winner.

In Peter's words: The Flash Club is open to all Litopians, it's *fun* first and foremost, so don't get caught up or stressed over it. You don't have to contribute, but if you are new to writing, it's a good place to start and get your toes wet. And if you're an experienced writer, flash writing can be an important part of your regular writing practice.

You can make as many contributions as you like.

Happy writing all!

Happy New Year! I´d love to know how your celebration goes! In the meantime, start cooking!
 

Quillwitch

Idolized Member
#5
@Sea-shore, Happy New Year!

@Carol Rose, brilliant, I'm actually laughing out loud! There are times I'm thankful to be a (non-waxing) man.

My bit of flash is a different kind of waxing...

--

Waxing Fears

I saw him on the Gloucester Road. He didn’t leap out like your common highwayman. Didn’t yell or threaten. No, no. Just stood there blocking my path as if the road were his own. Feral chap. Unarmed. Damn horse nearly threw me. Silly fool. Me, that is. Travelling at night.

Stranger pointed. The moon? I asked. He nodded. Told me not to come back that way, not till the moon was waning, not unless I had a silver bullet. Odd business.

What? Me? Superstitious? Let’s just say I’ll be staying here a few more days than I'd planned.
Nice! You beat me to it!
 

Barbara

Guardian
Benefactor
#7
Waxing

I smile at the shop assistant in the cheapest shop of the resort, and ask:

'What's the best ski wax? For high speeds? On black runs?'

'Zat'll be ze red vun, meine Dame.’ His accent is cute.

'Thanks.'

Two days later, I'm waxing my husband's skis. In the ski room. In secret. Tomorrow. He he. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow arrives. It always does. My husband and I are standing at the top of a black run. Skis on, ready to go. He looks down.

'Jolly steep, isn't it, Love. Like a cliff.'

'Yes, it is,' I say.

Then I give him a push.
 
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Rich.

Guardian
Staff member
#8
Waxing…

at length about the black run that killed me is jolly tricky and no mistake. The wife pushed me off and I knew something was up before I’d slid a furlong. ‘Love, what have you done?’ I yelled over my shoulder. Damned shockingly fast, I knew I was in for it. Bloody ski-wax. She didn’t even know what it was until I told her, over lunch at that damned awful café, stuck on the side of that damned shabby ski shop, with its damned awful attendant. She said his accent was cute! Bah! Forgive me, I’m getting all…​

…lyrical.
 

Barbara

Guardian
Benefactor
#9
Waxing…

at length about the black run that killed me is jolly tricky and no mistake. The wife pushed me off and I knew something was up before I’d slid a furlong. ‘Love, what have you done?’ I yelled over my shoulder. Damned shockingly fast, I knew I was in for it. Bloody ski-wax. She didn’t even know what it was until I told her, over lunch at that damned awful café, stuck on the side of that damned shabby ski shop, with its damned awful attendant. She said his accent was cute! Bah! Forgive me, I’m getting all…​

…lyrical.
@Rich, that's hilarious. I can't stop laughing
 
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Rich.

Guardian
Staff member
#12
If you want to use the waxing prompt, the idea is to write a story (only 100 words this month) that includes the idea of waxing. You don't have to use the word at all if you don't want to, only the idea. And you can interpret waxing any way you like, any way the dictionary defines it (or any way you care to invent!).
 

MaryA

Venerated Member
#19
Waxing

‘Lovely little bird, the waxwing,’ confided my Inner Writer. ‘Glossy plumage and red tail feathers like blobs of sealing wax.’

Gatekeeper: ‘Waxing not waxwing, you fool! You can’t even get the prompt right. Everyone else is writing about lethally waxed skis and waxed Brazilians (ouch) or legs smooth as an egg, the moon waxing and waning. Lyrical stuff, wax.’

Inner Writer: ‘Remember that mustachioed woman friend of yours who used to press a strip of hot wax to her upper lip? She’d wait for the doorbell to ring, then tear off the strip, fling the door wide and stand there whimpering, with tear-filled eyes and a hairy caterpillar in one hand. Not an easy date.’

Gatekeeper: ‘Stop, you’re already 12 words over. Waxing superfluous again!’
 

Sea-shore

aka Anne Chen
Staff member
#20
It came from a shop in Madrid, although I'm not sure it was entirely official.

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[EDIT: Sorry @Sea-shore, I'm cluttering the thread. Back to the flash!]
Hey, Rich. No, no, it’s great to see all this activity in the Flash Club. We used to have a Litopian, Jason, who used to post these hilarious memes etc all the time, and it made the chatroom a really fun place to be.
 

OperaDivaAlix

Respected Member
Benefactor
#21
Right, I’m gonna give it a shot - ‘Damn heating Bill!’ I knew I shouldn’t have waxed. The man never showed. Least I’ve got my cats. The last one said he had never seen so much hair. Least time spent with my cats is never wasted waxing for cold men.
 

Sea-shore

aka Anne Chen
Staff member
#22
"So you're gonna teach me karate, huh? Is it gonna be wax on, wax off?"
"I don't understand. Are you … what's the term ... messing with me?"
"Nah, I'm just saying it's like the film. I'm the karate kid. You're Mr Miyagi."
"I think you are messing with me."
"No, jeeze. It's in the film. He gets the kid to wax his car to teach him karate."
"Ah, I understand. I will respect the way of westerners."
A moment later, they are at the teacher's car with towels and car-wax.
"Umm, yeah? There's some mistake."
"No mistake. Let the lesson begin."
 
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Rich.

Guardian
Staff member
#23
Job Satisfaction

Rakesh buffed the last corner of the rose wood floor with his favourite cloth. He took a moment to inhale the wood’s flat, musky smell. He ran a hand along its perfect grain. Then he folded the cloth and tucked it into his belt. You couldn’t beat a well-buffed floor: five coats, sanded and rubbed. It played havoc with his knees, but what did you expect after fifty-nine years on the job?

He opened the room’s only door. An identical room stretched out before him, identical save that the floor was unwaxed. Rakesh unfolded his cloth.

This must be heaven.
 

Katie-Ellen Hazeldine

Supreme Litopian
Laureate
#24
Ed...it was too long, wannit?

She should have seen it coming. Should have known he'd do the dirty. They didn't need marriage, he said.
No children. They had each other. And their work, and travelling. Always the travelling.
And now it was too late for her, he'd only gone off with a girl twenty years younger.
And now there was a baby on the way.
Cliche, cliche, tick here
Bitteroldbag
The witch in her awoke. She would not be treated as nothing.
She would not wish harm to the unborn.
Bonnets, shawls, plush cuddlies wrapped hidden in drawers.
The grey-beard poppet melted, light of the waning moon.
As the child waxed, so would the old goat wane.
Wane with the moon, old man!
The pin in his prostate stuck firm.
 
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Amber

Venerated Member
Benefactor
#25
I imagine, I can only use this trick once.

****************************************************
She had something to prove. Not to him.

For him, she sighed, grunted, and screamed. Until the wounds bled and tears wet her cheeks. He’d served his purpose. She left, didn’t look back.

At her doctor’s appointment, nurses gathered round her paper clothed form. “If you’re in danger, we can help.”

“No,” she said. “I’m safe.” The bruises, were hers. The pain, her reminder. Her hatred for him, freedom.

During the worst, as she held the word in her mouth, savoring it like hard candy, he said, “I love you.”

“Wax!” She screamed. Spitting out the candy, she said goodbye.
 

Rich.

Guardian
Staff member
#26
Jimmy’s waxing a track
twitching sounds of grooving vinyl drift out from the back
Jimmy’s waxing a track in the back
swirling howls of saxophone cracks come dancing on snares from the back
Jimmy’s waxing those horns on attack full of flak in the back
a crescendo of black smack overjoyed slack stretched out and bled on the wrack mack listen to it now in the back Jack
check yourself
rein in your excitement my sister my brother
twitching sounds of vinyl grooving diamond cut drift out from the back
it’s just Jimmy and the pack
Jimmy’s waxing a track
 

Barbara

Guardian
Benefactor
#27
Jimmy’s waxing a track
twitching sounds of grooving vinyl drift out from the back
Jimmy’s waxing a track in the back
swirling howls of saxophone cracks come dancing on snares from the back
Jimmy’s waxing those horns on attack full of flak in the back
a crescendo of black smack overjoyed slack stretched out and bled on the wrack mack listen to it now in the back Jack
check yourself
rein in your excitement my sister my brother
twitching sounds of vinyl grooving diamond cut drift out from the back
it’s just Jimmy and the pack
Jimmy’s waxing a track
Rich, you're on a roll with this waxing theme. Very impressive.
 
#29
It's been a very cheerful thread this month - brightens up these dull days . . .

Here goes my effort:

So there we were, waxing away/something something of the day . . .
What’s this about?
Waxing.
Can I see it?
No.
Why?

Not finished.
Oh . . . Waxing like waxing a car?
No.
A floor?
No.
Are you writing about someone getting a “sack back and crack?”

It’s about finding what we’ve lost, the struggle of returning to our youth, grasping what once was ours, but is now fragile dust in our hands. It’s about life, death, and everything in between.
That waxing is so fucking deep . . . I’m going for a snooze. Coming?
Sure.