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  • So this is kinda cool! Back in October I signed up for @nycmidnight’s Microfiction Challenge. I had 24 hours to write a story no more than 250 words using the assignment listed in the picture. It was a fun way to challenge myself and write outside of my comfort zone (my genre assignment was “Romantic Comedy”...I hate romantic comedies). Anyway, I didn’t move on to the next round, but I did get an honorable mention, which is pretty neat! Even though it’s really not my style of writing, I was really proud of this one, so I figured I’d share it. Go ahead and keep reading for my microfiction story “Playground Rules.” Hope you enjoy it!

#writing #writer #writersofinstagram #microfiction #flashfiction “Playground Rules” “Spitballs? How old is he?” “I know!” Val shouted over the din of the bar. “That’s exactly what I said to him! And he just laughed like a big, dumb idiot over in his cubicle.” Diana peeked over Val’s shoulder. “Hey, six o’clock.” “What?” Val checked her watch. “It’s not even 5:30.” “No, I mean behind—“ “Valerieee!” Val rolled her eyes. “Amy Winehouse, Chadwick? Not very original.” She whipped around to greet him. “Nice cardigan. Really brings your ‘Urban Jesus’ look together.” She went to take a sip of her daiquiri without breaking eye contact. She missed the straw twice before finally wrangling it with her tongue. “Guess I deserve that,” Chad said, sliding into a seat at their high top without asking permission. “Glad I bumped into you,” he said. “Actually, I wanted to apologize.” “For spitballing me?” Diana snorted in an attempt to not laugh.

Chad scratched his beard. “Yeah, for that. Brody put me up to it. You know how he is.” “No, I don’t, really,” Val shrugged. “Oh.” Chad looked puzzled for a second, then said, “Well, anyway, I was thinking maybe I could buy you a drink sometime. Make up for it?” That perfect, chiseled smile.

Val mirrored it. “Sorry, I don’t do man-buns.” His smile vanished.

Val waved, saying, “Buh-bye!” The puzzled expression returned, then Chad stood and left.

As Val watched him walk away, Diana leaned across the table. “Don’t you like man-buns, though?” Val grinned. “He doesn’t need to know that...Yet.” So this is kinda cool! Back in October I signed up for @nycmidnight’s Microfiction Challenge. I had 24 hours to write a story no more than 250 words using the assignment listed in the picture. It was a fun way to challenge myself and write outside of my comfort zone (my genre assignment was “Romantic Comedy”...I hate romantic comedies). Anyway, I didn’t move on to the next round, but I did get an honorable mention, which is pretty neat! Even though it’s really not my style of writing, I was really proud of this one, so I figured I’d share it. Go ahead and keep reading for my microfiction story “Playground Rules.” Hope you enjoy it! #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #microfiction #flashfiction “Playground Rules” “Spitballs? How old is he?” “I know!” Val shouted over the din of the bar. “That’s exactly what I said to him! And he just laughed like a big, dumb idiot over in his cubicle.” Diana peeked over Val’s shoulder. “Hey, six o’clock.” “What?” Val checked her watch. “It’s not even 5:30.” “No, I mean behind—“ “Valerieee!” Val rolled her eyes. “Amy Winehouse, Chadwick? Not very original.” She whipped around to greet him. “Nice cardigan. Really brings your ‘Urban Jesus’ look together.” She went to take a sip of her daiquiri without breaking eye contact. She missed the straw twice before finally wrangling it with her tongue. “Guess I deserve that,” Chad said, sliding into a seat at their high top without asking permission. “Glad I bumped into you,” he said. “Actually, I wanted to apologize.” “For spitballing me?” Diana snorted in an attempt to not laugh. Chad scratched his beard. “Yeah, for that. Brody put me up to it. You know how he is.” “No, I don’t, really,” Val shrugged. “Oh.” Chad looked puzzled for a second, then said, “Well, anyway, I was thinking maybe I could buy you a drink sometime. Make up for it?” That perfect, chiseled smile. Val mirrored it. “Sorry, I don’t do man-buns.” His smile vanished. Val waved, saying, “Buh-bye!” The puzzled expression returned, then Chad stood and left. As Val watched him walk away, Diana leaned across the table. “Don’t you like man-buns, though?” Val grinned. “He doesn’t need to know that...Yet.”
  • So this is kinda cool! Back in October I signed up for @nycmidnight’s Microfiction Challenge. I had 24 hours to write a story no more than 250 words using the assignment listed in the picture. It was a fun way to challenge myself and write outside of my comfort zone (my genre assignment was “Romantic Comedy”...I hate romantic comedies). Anyway, I didn’t move on to the next round, but I did get an honorable mention, which is pretty neat! Even though it’s really not my style of writing, I was really proud of this one, so I figured I’d share it. Go ahead and keep reading for my microfiction story “Playground Rules.” Hope you enjoy it! #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #microfiction #flashfiction “Playground Rules” “Spitballs? How old is he?” “I know!” Val shouted over the din of the bar. “That’s exactly what I said to him! And he just laughed like a big, dumb idiot over in his cubicle.” Diana peeked over Val’s shoulder. “Hey, six o’clock.” “What?” Val checked her watch. “It’s not even 5:30.” “No, I mean behind—“ “Valerieee!” Val rolled her eyes. “Amy Winehouse, Chadwick? Not very original.” She whipped around to greet him. “Nice cardigan. Really brings your ‘Urban Jesus’ look together.” She went to take a sip of her daiquiri without breaking eye contact. She missed the straw twice before finally wrangling it with her tongue. “Guess I deserve that,” Chad said, sliding into a seat at their high top without asking permission. “Glad I bumped into you,” he said. “Actually, I wanted to apologize.” “For spitballing me?” Diana snorted in an attempt to not laugh. Chad scratched his beard. “Yeah, for that. Brody put me up to it. You know how he is.” “No, I don’t, really,” Val shrugged. “Oh.” Chad looked puzzled for a second, then said, “Well, anyway, I was thinking maybe I could buy you a drink sometime. Make up for it?” That perfect, chiseled smile. Val mirrored it. “Sorry, I don’t do man-buns.” His smile vanished. Val waved, saying, “Buh-bye!” The puzzled expression returned, then Chad stood and left. As Val watched him walk away, Diana leaned across the table. “Don’t you like man-buns, though?” Val grinned. “He doesn’t need to know that...Yet.”
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