Flash Club March Flash Club

[Emily]

I know I'm four days late (story of my life these days) so I thought we might just jump in with a Progressive Story and (hopefully) get off to a flying start (at long last)

The rules are a little different from normal, so please familiarise yourself with them below before posting


RULES:

-no more than 25 words (or less) per entry.

-Only one entry at a time (For those rascals who may try to bend The Rules by using many words/many entries one after the other: I’ll be patrolling with my wooden spoon).

-Your entry must advance the story in a meaningful way.

-Twists have to make sense.

-Please make your entry anonymous by clicking the anonymous button, but if you forget, don't worry, that's okay too. (Note: Guardians can see who posts.)


VOTING:

There will be NO VOTING until the final week of March: the story will end on the 24th and voting will start on the 25th.

-The entry with the most votes will be the winner of an extraordinary hand-crafted (!!) virtual trophy. And, more importantly: some of our very prized, and internationally-renowned, virtual Litopi-cake.



The competition is open to all members. Feel free to enter more than once (but please read Rule No. 2 above).

-The main rule here: we ask you not to critique.

 

[Emily]

Starting point:

He made it sound as though the very worst thing I could be was a...

 

[Anonymous]

Jedi.
This years ComicCon was supposed to be special...

 

[Anonymous]

but the sewing skills of the attendees left much to be desired. Indeed, his own bigfoot costume was held together with duct tape.

 

[Anonymous]

And lots of it. In fact, before he left home, he tried on the costume, looked in the mirror, and saw this:

 

[Pamela Jo]

Are we really supposed to follow on with this or can we begin our own story? I'm sorry I dont really understand the rules.

 

[Anonymous]

And lots of it. In fact, before he left home, he tried on the costume, looked in the mirror, and saw this:

But I wasn't daunted. I was determined to be a Jedi. This year's ComicCon would be special. I'd learned to use the force, after all.

 

[Anonymous]

Well, if you count the ability to force myself out of bed in the morning. I'd been feeling rather down lately...

 

[Anonymous]

He had the Force. And the costume. Now he needed Mark Hamill's autograph on the authentication certificate, and pouf, he’d be a ... Sasquatch Jedi.

 

[Anonymous]

Must stop doing that. Weird habit. Must stop thinking about myself in the third person. Thinking that way was not going to cheer me up.

 

[Anonymous]

'Hey, you, Tuct Tape Sasquatch Jedi. Love yer costume. Yer mum made it?' The voice belonged to the stinky R2D2 in the queue behind me.

 

[Anonymous]

Spindly arms raised the top of the homemade drone suit. Jake, my high school crush. The loudest kid in Mrs. Sanchez's class. "God, I wreak."

 

[Anonymous]

Time to go. Sod the queue. 'To Infinity and ...erm, A Galaxy Far Far Away!’

I whirled round, crackling ominously, and headed to the bar.

 

[Anonymous]

The smell I’d attributed to raging hormones and the general diffidence of high school jocks hadn’t abated a bit. Glow up? Try glow down.

 

[Anonymous]

"Agh! Your trashy suit's blinded me. I'm telling dad. He's a lawyer," said incredibly rich, incredibly tiny kid in an ewok costume.

 

[Anonymous]

And then. And then? The alien ship whisked me away to the land of pumpernickle schmickle.

 

[Anonymous]

The land of pumpernickle schmickle was full of ... well, … pumpernickle schmickle. Fields of the stuff, as far as I could see. (With binoculars.)

 

[Anonymous]

And either this land had lots of moving hillocks....or... Dragons!
I focused the binoculars carefully. Yes! I could see small clouds of smoke.

 

[Anonymous]

Fire spitting dragons, lots of them, were attacking Queen Pumpernick's castle. I had two choices: go to bed, or rescue her. I, Bigfoot Jedi, chose ....

 

[Anonymous]

But since going to bed would be going alone, not with the queen, I chose action.

 

[Anonymous]

I called the police to arrest the dragons for spitting. This wasn't Singapore, but still, spitting in public, and fire, too. Disgusting.

 

[Anonymous]

The dragon laughed. A great booming chuckle echoed over the hills and dales as she reached into the folds of her scales. She produced a paper scroll.
"Diplomatic immunity," she roared.

 

[Anonymous]

"I can trump that," I replied, fumbling in my crackly Jedi suit for the ComicCon programme, rolled up tight. "Now put those fires out!"

 

[Anonymous]

Oh! The hallucinogens I'd taken, I didn't think the first one had worked, so I'd popped another one. Dragons! Man, those tabs were working now.

 

[Anonymous]

And they were wearing off.
Suddenly, I found myself beating a small child dressed up as Spiro over the head with a rolled up programme.

 

[Anonymous]

"I bet you didn't know how fast Jedi could run,” I told the growing knot of spectators. And I bolted out of the door, towards...

 

[Anonymous]

... another door.

 

[Anonymous]

To the TARDIS...

 

[Anonymous]

I was 100% sure it was the Tardis. In fact I took film footage, worried I would one day have to prove it.

 

[Anonymous]

I threw myself inside and leaned against the door, panting. It was as big inside as it seemed on TV, bright and flashy. OMG, NO!