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Another Story in Three Sentences

This week's challenge from Terrible Minds was to write a three sentence story.

TM 2012/6/29 - Another Story in Three Sentences

I want to give someone a copy of 500 Ways To Tell A Better Story.

As always, you gotta dance for your dinner, though. It’s f*ck-or-walk around these parts, hoss.

Put your pants on. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a metaphor. Or something. ANYWAY.

You’re going to tell a story in three sentences. You will post this story here, in the comments below. Keep it under 100 words. You only get one entry.

I will give away three copies of the book in either ePub, MOBI or PDF format. Your choice.

You’ve got one week. Due by noon EST, July 6th, 2012. Three sentences. Beginning, middle, end, 1, 2, 3.

Do it.

Here's mine - not that fictional a story, as I watched this play out with a friend at my local one evening. Was interesting.

 

Moira glared as her former friend trash talked her, following the bitch's tirade easily across the noisy dance floor.

Sheila suddenly noticed her deaf friend watching and covered her lips in panic, but it was too late.

Moira nodded and signed back with a raised finger - a bit of universal sign language that even Sheila got.

 

 

 

 

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Darlene Steelman

Hey Mike! That was a great three sentences.. :)

Here's my stab at it:

Shaky Walker crouched in a tree and calculated the distance to the target with his scope as he put his finger in the air to confirm the wind direction. He set the sight on Mr. Flinger's skull four hundred yards out across the crowd, balloons and music. There was a muffled "thump" as the bullet left the barrel and found a new home in Flinger's head.

Anne Thomson

The phone company sent a notice to explain that the problem is with their underground wires and won't be repaired until Friday. “But Tucker’s barn dance is on Thursday; how am I supposed to reach AnneLea to ask if she’ll be my date?”. Eyes cast at the rough grain of the floor boards, Margaret meekly suggested “I guess you’ll have to go with me”.

Ravens

Anne, Darlene - both good short stories, they could have fit fine at on the Terrible Minds site. Maybe try his next challenge?

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