Take a look at the entries for the first Pepper Press flash fiction challenge!
As a reminder, the contestants were to write a flash fiction horror piece 500 words or less following the prompt: Somehow include cannibalism with oblivious diners
(meaning a person or people who don't know they are eating human flesh).
Read both of them and vote for your favorite!
Steak Special by Thomas Winship
What a Piece of Jerky! by Jacob Donley
And now for this month's challenge! This month is a "Bad Writing" contest. This can be in any genre, write the most cliche story you can in 500 words or less. Remember that "Bad Writing" in this case does not mean bad grammar, punctuation, ect. It is more for bad plot and bad characters. Think wacky--not tacky.
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Monday, October 1, 2012
What a Piece of Jerky! by Jacob Donley
What a Piece of Jerky! by Jacob Donley
I paused with the piece of half eaten beef jerky to my mouth. I felt like I was in the movie Alive. My plane has just crashed. Josh stood in the doorway with a big grin on his face.
“Tim, how are ya?”
“I’m doing ok. Just waitin’ for the host to show up.”
“Wait no longer. I have arrived.”
“You’re the host?”
“That’s right. I made some good stock market moves in the last five years.”
“Huh, whadoya know. Last time I saw you, you were workin’ the counter at Fat Burger, flippin’ me off.” I looked closer and could see the tailored suit now, the slicked back hair. He reminded me of a member of the Family in a bad mafia movie.
“It’s good to see you’re enjoying the snacks.”
I looked down at my beef jerky. “Ya, it’s not bad. The taste is a little different, but it does the job.”
“Well, as for the middle finger, I don’t hold grudges. It wouldn’t have worked out between me and her anyway.”
“Good, I’ve thought about it over the years, and it was bad taste.”
The smile on his face had actually gotten bigger since entering the room. He seemed to walk with a swagger. The clumsy teenager was gone, and the cocky businessman walked in those shoes now.
Josh reached into the small bowl of jerky and took a big bite out of the meat. He let out a small sigh. “It’s the best jerky I’ve ever had. I made this myself. I found the recipe in France of all places, such exotic foods there.”
“Sounds kind of artsy fartsy to me. It tastes ok though.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s made from some of the most delicious meat in the world. Jerky is probably not the best way to serve this dish, but it works on short notice.”
“Oh really, what is it made of?”
“The woman that you stabbed me in the back with…my Ex.”
I looked down at the jerky. I looked up to see a miniature bat flying at my fac…
Like Jacob Donley's flash fiction? This is his first crack at it. He's also a poet and is working on finishing up his first novel, a fantasy titled Shindarin Rising. Check out what else he has going on at the links below!
http://www.jacobdonley.com
http://www.facebook.com/jbdonley
https://twitter.com/JacobDonley
(poetry)http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/jacobdonley
I paused with the piece of half eaten beef jerky to my mouth. I felt like I was in the movie Alive. My plane has just crashed. Josh stood in the doorway with a big grin on his face.
“Tim, how are ya?”
“I’m doing ok. Just waitin’ for the host to show up.”
“Wait no longer. I have arrived.”
“You’re the host?”
“That’s right. I made some good stock market moves in the last five years.”
“Huh, whadoya know. Last time I saw you, you were workin’ the counter at Fat Burger, flippin’ me off.” I looked closer and could see the tailored suit now, the slicked back hair. He reminded me of a member of the Family in a bad mafia movie.
“It’s good to see you’re enjoying the snacks.”
I looked down at my beef jerky. “Ya, it’s not bad. The taste is a little different, but it does the job.”
“Well, as for the middle finger, I don’t hold grudges. It wouldn’t have worked out between me and her anyway.”
“Good, I’ve thought about it over the years, and it was bad taste.”
The smile on his face had actually gotten bigger since entering the room. He seemed to walk with a swagger. The clumsy teenager was gone, and the cocky businessman walked in those shoes now.
Josh reached into the small bowl of jerky and took a big bite out of the meat. He let out a small sigh. “It’s the best jerky I’ve ever had. I made this myself. I found the recipe in France of all places, such exotic foods there.”
“Sounds kind of artsy fartsy to me. It tastes ok though.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s made from some of the most delicious meat in the world. Jerky is probably not the best way to serve this dish, but it works on short notice.”
“Oh really, what is it made of?”
“The woman that you stabbed me in the back with…my Ex.”
I looked down at the jerky. I looked up to see a miniature bat flying at my fac…
Like Jacob Donley's flash fiction? This is his first crack at it. He's also a poet and is working on finishing up his first novel, a fantasy titled Shindarin Rising. Check out what else he has going on at the links below!
http://www.jacobdonley.com
http://www.facebook.com/jbdonley
https://twitter.com/JacobDonley
(poetry)http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/jacobdonley
Steak Special by Thomas Winship
Steak Special by Thomas Winship
Just as she had done, every Friday night, for the past five years, Katie delivered a rare steak to Principal Wilkins.
And, just as he had done, every Friday night, for the past five years, Principal Wilkins grabbed Katie’s ass and squeezed.
Katie hated Principal Wilkins more than she had hated any man, with the exception of her father, for running away and never looking back, and her stepfather, for doing what stepfathers ought not do.
Wilkins ate at the diner every weeknight. He always ordered the special. Friday’s special was always steak—“blood red ‘n’ rare,” as he liked it—with a side of slaw. It was the cheapest steak dinner in the county. Had been for the last twenty years.
Tonight, Katie was going to modify Wilkins’ steak special. She’d wind up in jail for it, no doubt, but that no longer mattered. She’d wind up there as soon as her mama found her stepfather’s butchered body—what was left of it, at least—cooling on the kitchen floor.
Principal Wilkins removed his paw so he could test his steak, but Katie stood at his side as if chained. The one time she had walked away before being released, the old bastard had exploded from his chair, sweeping the contents of the table onto the floor with one hand, while reaching out and grabbing her black ponytail with the other.
He had yanked the ponytail so hard that the back of Katie’s head had been sore for a week. Upon hearing the commotion, Pudge, the diner’s owner, had stormed out of the kitchen. He’d taken a long, hard look at the floor, Principal Wilkins, and the tears of pain streaming from Katie’s green eyes, before ordering Katie to clean the mess up and informing her that the damages were coming out of her check.
Katie had cleaned the floor, noting the rest of the diner’s occupants looking at her with accusations in their eyes.
She had never walked away again.
Wilkins sliced the steak in half and separated the sections. Blood oozed from the meat to pool on the cheap plate. It reminded Katie of the way the blood had oozed from her stepfather’s gut after she thrust the knife into it.
The bastard had been too fat for the knife to hit anything vital, forcing Katie to spend a bit of time slicing and carving into him before he died. She had almost been late for work, but it had proven inspirational.
Katie had decided to serve Wilkins one final steak—a special steak—before doing him like she’d done her stepfather. But now that the adrenaline had worn off, her arms were too weak.
Instead, she pulled the knife from her back pocket and forced Wilkins from his chair. She sat down, slicing off a piece of steak.
It was the gamiest steak she’d ever eaten. In fact, it didn’t taste like steak at all. Even the blood tasted wrong.
Katie ate it anyway.
Like Thomas Winship's Flash Fiction? Check out his other works including Vaempires: Revolution, Vaempires: White Christmas and coming soon Vaempires: Zombie Rising!
Here are some links to him and his work!
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Goodreads
Shelfari
Amazon Author Page
Just as she had done, every Friday night, for the past five years, Katie delivered a rare steak to Principal Wilkins.
And, just as he had done, every Friday night, for the past five years, Principal Wilkins grabbed Katie’s ass and squeezed.
Katie hated Principal Wilkins more than she had hated any man, with the exception of her father, for running away and never looking back, and her stepfather, for doing what stepfathers ought not do.
Wilkins ate at the diner every weeknight. He always ordered the special. Friday’s special was always steak—“blood red ‘n’ rare,” as he liked it—with a side of slaw. It was the cheapest steak dinner in the county. Had been for the last twenty years.
Tonight, Katie was going to modify Wilkins’ steak special. She’d wind up in jail for it, no doubt, but that no longer mattered. She’d wind up there as soon as her mama found her stepfather’s butchered body—what was left of it, at least—cooling on the kitchen floor.
Principal Wilkins removed his paw so he could test his steak, but Katie stood at his side as if chained. The one time she had walked away before being released, the old bastard had exploded from his chair, sweeping the contents of the table onto the floor with one hand, while reaching out and grabbing her black ponytail with the other.
He had yanked the ponytail so hard that the back of Katie’s head had been sore for a week. Upon hearing the commotion, Pudge, the diner’s owner, had stormed out of the kitchen. He’d taken a long, hard look at the floor, Principal Wilkins, and the tears of pain streaming from Katie’s green eyes, before ordering Katie to clean the mess up and informing her that the damages were coming out of her check.
Katie had cleaned the floor, noting the rest of the diner’s occupants looking at her with accusations in their eyes.
She had never walked away again.
Wilkins sliced the steak in half and separated the sections. Blood oozed from the meat to pool on the cheap plate. It reminded Katie of the way the blood had oozed from her stepfather’s gut after she thrust the knife into it.
The bastard had been too fat for the knife to hit anything vital, forcing Katie to spend a bit of time slicing and carving into him before he died. She had almost been late for work, but it had proven inspirational.
Katie had decided to serve Wilkins one final steak—a special steak—before doing him like she’d done her stepfather. But now that the adrenaline had worn off, her arms were too weak.
Instead, she pulled the knife from her back pocket and forced Wilkins from his chair. She sat down, slicing off a piece of steak.
It was the gamiest steak she’d ever eaten. In fact, it didn’t taste like steak at all. Even the blood tasted wrong.
Katie ate it anyway.
Like Thomas Winship's Flash Fiction? Check out his other works including Vaempires: Revolution, Vaempires: White Christmas and coming soon Vaempires: Zombie Rising!
Here are some links to him and his work!
Website
YouTube
Goodreads
Shelfari
Amazon Author Page
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