Dear wickedly awesome readers,

Let’s play a little game, shall we?

Every Monday, I’ll post a short rambling based on a prompt provided by you. In the comments, please make suggestions for the following week. One will be picked at random and the game continues on.

The only rule? It must be 7 words or less.

I hope y’all will play along because, umm, it totally won’t work otherwise. Love you guys!

Hugs,

Annie

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WEEK 51: Tomato soup, naturally

Prompted by: Jane Jago

The crazy author says: Ehhh, there’s no way in hubcaps I’m gonna be able to kill off this storyline by next week. Boo.

PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
PART ELEVEN

And the key to winning this game?

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WEEK 50: Two can play this game

Prompted by: Shades_of_kb

The crazy author says: I’m gonna try killing this story off in 2 more weeks cuz it’ll be exactly 52 weeks and my OCD is all like, “Ann, you gotta end the 1-year anniversary of writing flash fiction with a complete storyline for no good reason.” Yeahhh…

Shit.

I’m being tortured.

Some sick bastard is going to town on the back of my skull with a sledgehammer. I know I’m dying. My brain is bleeding profusely. Hemorrhaging uncontrollably. The pressure builds and builds with each subsequent impact…

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WEEK 49: Watch him die

Prompted by: Matthew Williams

The crazy author says: I brutally murdered the unexplained insta-something-or-other. Tee hee.

A tremor runs through my body as rough, possessive hands tunnel into my hair.

He growls against my mouth and suddenly…

Holy shit.

I’m being consumed.

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WEEK 48: If you only knew

Prompted by: Jane Blythe

The crazy author says: Okay, this is waaay more insta-lust/attraction/something-or-other than I typically allow my characters but what the hey? Unexplained feelings FTW haha!

“Walk the line, hm?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“If you only knew.”

I tiptoe my fingers along the edge of his belt. “Not knowing is half the fun.”

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