Flash Club March Flash Club

[Anonymous]

I didn't know what was in the Tardis, but fortunately, it had an escape hatch. I lifted the lid and jumped down.

 

[Anonymous]

Bad move. The blue box began to move, whooshing through time and space. Stars spun past. I clung desperately to the hinged escape hatch lid.

 

[Anonymous]

Then I looked back at the GIF someone had posted. This was not the Tardis. This was a galactic worksite toilet, and I had dived into its holding tank. I held my grip to the lid, but a vortex of cosmic excrement pulled me down. I was in the center of a cosmic shit storm.

 

[Anonymous]

The cosmic shit storm carried me through space. Eventually, it spat me out. Oh no, back at the ComiCon. Only, I had lost me costume.

 

[Anonymous]

"quick, over here. Get in!"
It was Jake, gesturing to the open hatch of his smelly R2 costume.

 

[Anonymous]

It was that unattractive option or... the growing crowd of unimpressed spectators was coming closer. Was I imagining it, or were they howling for blood?

 

[Anonymous]

I dove for the hatch. Whatever they were howling for, I wanted out of there.

 

[Anonymous]

"Straight down!" Jake instructed. "See that manhole cover by my feet? It's already loosened. Lift it, and you're in the sewers."

"Aww sh*t!"

 

[Anonymous]

Jake seemed to have forgotten that, as stereotypical geeks, we lacked anything like the strength to move a manhole cover. Time for a new plan.

 

[Anonymous]

As I stepped away, my foot pushed the edge of the cover down. It span like a revolving door and I found myself waist deep in knee deep sewage water.
"Yeah. That happened to me a few hours ago, said Jake. "You think I smell like this on purpose?"

 

[Anonymous]

Standing in sewage, I realised just how many doors, hatches, vortexes, manholes and shit-Tardises I’d been through today.
Seemingly getting somewhere, I was getting nowhere.

 

[Anonymous]

None of this was normal.
Something was very wrong at ComicCon.
I turned on my phone's flashlight and began to explore the sewer...

 

[Anonymous]

Rats, hundreds of them. And shit, tons of it. And a strange noise.
I followed the tunnel, followed the noise, afraid.

 

[Anonymous]

I was right to be afraid... the noise was a ‘waterfall’. A wall of filth tumbled over, down and down. And I went with it.

 

[Anonymous]

I was sucked under. Drowning. My lungs filled with filth. I was close to dying. Must live. Mustn't die before the end of Flash club.

 

[Anonymous]

Suddenly I awoke. Staring at the Flash Club submission screen on my computer, dressed in my Jedi costume.
Damn, those hallucinogens were strong.

 

[Anonymous]

The hallucinogens were fading. Hurry. I typed one more entry. The winning one, I was sure. One which would change the life of every writer.

 

[Anonymous]

"Everyone's first draft is sh*t..."
No, that's sounds too familiar and, besides, it's statistically impossible.
Continues to scratch head.

 

[Anonymous]

He had no more hallucinogens. No more ideas. 26th March. The end of the month. There was only one thing left.

He typed 'the end'.

 

[Emily]

THANKS ALL!!

VOTING CAN NOW COMMENCE

 

[Anonymous]

"Damn and blast. Missed the sodding deadline because of a hold up on the Andromeda Spiral," said a disembodied voice from the darkness.

 

[Emily]

Congratulations to @Jake E for his winning entry HERE Well done! And a huge thanks to all who took part this month (you know who you are )

 

[Barbara]

Well done Jake. Congrats.

 

[izi 出久]

Laughed out loud from that one. Job well done, @Jake E