Below is my Friday Fictioneers entry. I do hope I’m doing this right, I only heard of this whole blog community hubbub today. So yeah, here’s the Friday Fictioneers. The goal is to write a story inspired by a picture (or music or other media) using 100 words or less. They should totally make a band with a name like that. They could write songs about fiction and stuff and about how Emily Dickinson is a total hack. Actually, that last part is just my 1.25 cents.
Word Count: 100
“I can do it,” I told Timmy. “If they can do it in the movies, then so can I.” Timmy didn’t say anything. Even before he died, he never said a whole lot. “And it’s illegal to lie in movies. I heard that on the playground today.”
The metal flagpole was heavy, but I managed to stand it up in the dirt. I attached the wires with tape, running them from the pole to Timmy’s body. Frankenstein brought back a whole person with lighting. I knew could bring back my goldfish.
The sky shook. I ran inside, smiling and impatient.
You know, I should have titled this Young Frankenstein. But then Gene Wilder might break down my door and beat me to death with his Willy Wonka cane.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!