Sparkatale

Rules: The person above you will write a flash fiction story. At the end, they will write ONE WORD for the next person to build their story off of. So the next person must take that word and incorporate it somehow into their fiction. 1.) You cannot change the word unless you want to make it plural/singular, or, if it's a verb, make it past/present or whatever. No synonym substitues 2.) You must leave a word for the next person in the chain to build their story form. 3.) You must post original work!!! You cannot go find a story and post it. You have to write it.

Niek Morenta | September 4, 2013

Rain falls in crosshatch across the lamplit sky, splattering the asphalt ground with splashes of reflected light. I look at the sketchbook in my hand and trace the penciled rain and smudged glow. It was shit. I let to book fly onto the muddy grass and soak up the crosshatch. NEXT PERSON'S WORD: TEA.

Niek Morenta | September 4, 2013

TEA: It's cold now, I was always told that it's to be hot. A hot murky rainbow of colour, black, brown and green. They tell me it's the same thing but I refuse to listen. I walk away and turn my back, on the blasphemy known as iced TEA. NEXT WORD: CACTUS

Dennis Thompson | September 5, 2013

Bring them a housewarming gift, he said. It’ll go smoothly, he said. I punched his arm on the car ride home, seething with anger and embarrassment. “That whole cactus incident was your fault, Jerry. You’re buying the next gift.” I punched him again when he tried to argue.
Next Word: masquerade

Niek Morenta | September 6, 2013

I was never going to try to impress a girl again. I get it, it’s a masquerade, I can see the masks, but no. Whoever wrote this awful piece of shit clearly thought his audience was full of idiots as the actors continued to sing about their stupid masks. Nope, no girl was worth the torture. Next Word: Soap

D.M. Gergen | September 26, 2013

I never dared to ask my mother; if the words are so dirty, why do they all make my teeth taste like soap? Next Word: Terminal

Eleanor Damaschke | September 28, 2013

Even until the end, Her terminal illness neither made her sad, nor upset. she was just glad to have been given the gift of life. Next Word: Keyboard

Omar Scriven | October 2, 2013

The wink of the semicolon, taunt of the tilde, the question mark that seemed to ask, "well...?" Is there no more effective instrument of torture, he wondered, than the keyboard when someone had writer's block.

Vera (Persevera) Burris | October 7, 2013

Sorry. next person's word: Spiral

Vera (Persevera) Burris | October 7, 2013

"No, it's the same as the regular kind," my mom said with a grin that convinced me otherwise. I knew it had to be Kraft's greatest secret, the small spiral macaronis surly containing some secret ingredient that the lovers of regular mac and cheese just couldn't handle. - Next word: Hedgehog

D.M. Gergen | October 8, 2013

I glanced at her, back still turned away. Her person, I liked to think of as a hedgehog. Don't be with others, you turn your back to them and pierce them with the coldness. But patience will prise it open, and the heart is warm and loving indeed. Next word: ersatz ;)

Reynn Tan | October 16, 2013

"What the heck is an ersatz?" Xarin asked "That would be you" replied another Xarin? next word: peer

Omar Scriven | October 20, 2013

Peer editing day; my heart on the page "needs revision."
Next word: pariah

Eleanor Damaschke | October 20, 2013

why must people always challenge me with confusing words like pariah and ersatz? next word: drop

Omar Scriven | October 20, 2013

The drop into a shallow grave was nothing compared to the fall of my legacy. A crumbling empire was nothing to this man and woman who peered down at me with impassive eyes. I was already a ghost to them, so I closed my eyes and relived my haunting nightmare.

Next word: roleplaying

Niek Morenta | October 20, 2013

I let a small smirk grace my lips as I pointed my imaginary sword at my friend, who was acting as my enemy in the small game. "With this sword, I will strike you down and you shall never see the light again!" I shouted. Ah, How I loved roleplaying~! Next word: Storm

Zero Ryoshi | October 20, 2013

Sitting down and glaring intently through the window, a single teardrop from the sky landed itself on the thick glass. A loud clap of thunder, and the clouds began to sob uncontrollably. Whose sadness is this melancholic weeping? Unknown, however to many 'twas but another passing storm.

Reynn Tan | October 27, 2013

You forgot the next word...

Zero Ryoshi | October 30, 2013

For the sake of keeping it going, I'll go ahead and post a new word since I'm the one who started the thread.


Next word: Harrowing

Have fun with that one. :)

Niek Morenta | October 30, 2013

He gazed around the small shop and sighed softly. There was nothing he wanted, so why was he here? Perhaps it was because he was drawn to the slightly harrowing aura that the little 'shop of horrors' gave out. He shook his head and promptly left, not even looking back. Next word: Reek... I hope this was okay? *smiles sheepishly*

Zero Ryoshi | October 30, 2013

Was I okay in posting again? *frowns slightly* I didn't know if we were allowed to do another one, so sorry if we're not...

Zero Ryoshi | October 30, 2013

"this is gonna reek of gasoline" he warned as he started up the machine. next word: glob

Omar Scriven | November 2, 2013

“…Where would you put the word ‘glob’ in a sentence?” Marie asked to break the silence. Her friend shrugged in response. Sighing, she pulled up a thick book. “Time to consult my other friend the dictionary..” Next word: Nonplussed

U l h u | November 20, 2013

To say I was surprised was a complete understatement. No, I was nonplussed at the sight before me. So much so, that I was unsure of what to do. Next word: sunset.

Zero Ryoshi | November 21, 2013

The sunset was unlike anything he’d ever seen. The other scientists explained that the gasses in the planet’s atmosphere refracted light differently, giving it the strange colors. With breathless awe, Nestor gazed through the research window in pious reverence. It was like he was seeing God for the first time.


Next Word: Illustrious

Niek Morenta | November 21, 2013

It was an illustrious event. Social butterflies abounded. Suddenly, a strange man ran up on the stage and broke the flutes of champagne on the trays and pandemonium ensued. They didn't know what to think of a guy from the animal rights group standing up in such a violent way. They could mourn their champagne. Next word: Yak

Angie D. | January 30, 2014

Darrel limped up to his friend, covered in bruises and scratches, hunched forward with one arm holding his midsection, and the other leaning on the wall, breathing heavily. “And that.. my friend… Is why you.. you never… Call a woman a ya… a yak…” Next word: Engregious

U l h u | February 26, 2014

The beautiful portrait stared at him sullenly, an egregious nature about it that chilled him to the bone. Contempt in her eyes, the beautiful model for the painting sat stiffly straight. He didn't notice; all he ever saw in that portrait was the smirk. **Next word: unconditional**

Liv Thompson | March 12, 2014

He glared intently at her limp body, caressing her face with a gentle stroke of the hand. It had never been quite mutual in terms of emotion, but he didn't care. Some called it romance, others called it obsession. Needless to say, he felt different.

"Don't think of it as an even relationship," he whispered, "Just think of it as..."

"Unconditional love,"

Next word: cutthroat

Reynn Tan | August 16, 2014

He understands what a cutthroat looks like now. Thanks to his lover, he shot her before she pulls his daughter asleep forever.

Next word: Spirit 

Professor Games | September 26, 2014