Streak On!


Streakers! You’ve made it seven whole weeks. Pat thyselves on the damn back. I’m proud of all of you. Writing is hard work. Thain and I worked hard to bring this challenge and inspiration to you, and it’s so cool to see all of the amazing works you’ve produced. Truly. It’s amazing to see the twists and turns the prompts have taken. And, I feel honored to be a part of your creative process. For those of you who’ve missed some weeks, it’s never too late to start or to pick back up. For those of you still in the running for Stanley’s cup, keep up the awesome-streak! I look forward to reading your work in the second leg of this race!

— Charlotte


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Let’s Go to the Fucking Beach

Bunch of teens sitting around a bon-fire. Family reunion, Summer in the Catskills. Everything is full and flush with green. The fire’s over smoking, boy scout built. Nate stoops and rattles off factoids as he piles to many logs, reexplains how to make dump cake, and then sets to sharpening a stick with a pocket knife. He and Freddie are cousins. Ben is there. And Jake. Tommy, and some kid name Lucious, who goes by 3-Oh because he wants to be an “artist who can really make a difference some day”.

“So Freddie, any new girl friends?” Jake calls to his second cousin, his grin tilted charmingly as he snatches the pocket knife from Nate and opens a bottle of Coke. 3-Oh laughs. Freddie crosses his chubby legs.

“Frederick” he says leaning girlishly forward hands placed gently on his knees. He extends a poised hand and feigns fixing his hairline. “Girl, you know that ain’t happening.” Nate looks up, just a week out of VBS. Jake rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“You’re such a homophobe,” Freddie says, walking to the cooler to grab a diet Sprite.

“Maybe you should like, join the football team or something, you could make friends if you tried,” Tommy said. Freddie took a sip of Sprite and stared a Tommy like he might a scoreboard- confused and disinterested.

“I am not a homophobe just because I think you’re ridiculous.” Jake said.

“Bullshit, we all know the family is so proud of their super-straight football star.” Freddie said.

“What, is it that time of the month? Would you relax? Jesus.”

“Prove it.” Freddie said.


“Prove you’re not a homophobe.” Freddie took another sip and crossed his arms. “Kiss Ben.”

Ben had been sitting quietly on the log beside Freddie. Sipping a Dr. Pepper and keeping to himself. The other boys had barely said two words to him.

“What is he like your boyfriend?” Jake said with disdain.

“No.” Ben said. “Frederick is just a close friend, I go to an LGBT youth program with him.”

“So you are a butt-pirate?” 3-Oh chimed in, finding himself hilarious. Freddie got up and stomped back up the small hill to the cabin.

“Alright, don’t be a dick about it,” Jake said, 3-Oh’s smile falling.

“I’m not sure,” Ben said. “But it doesn’t hurt to think about it. To wonder.”

“I’d rather wonder then know for sure,” Tommy said, shaving the edge of his shorts with a metal bottle cap.

Aunt Judy’s voice reached out from the cabin, hollering for the boys to come inside immediately. Freddie stood beside her.

“Shit. Judy fucking hates me.” The other boys scrambled back to the cabin, Nate doused the fire, leaving Ben and Jake standing alone in the dark by the water’s edge. The fire hissing and sputtering.

“Jake!” she shouted, she had a zero-tolerance policy for bullies, and disrespect, and by now the other boys had pinned everything on him, and Freddie was crying and pouting while tugging on his favorite Aunt’s apron strings.

Jake glanced to his left. The glint of cherry red metal caught his eye in the porchlight. His Uncle Terry’s red ’59 camaro sat parked on the hill, nose pointed for the beach about four miles South.

“Come with me,” Jake turned to Ben.

“Wait, what?” Ben said.

Jake grabbed Ben’s hand and they took off running for the car.

“I’m already going to be in so much fucking trouble. Terry keeps the keys in the glovebox, he thinks no one knows.”

“Why do you want me to come?” Ben said, running out of breath.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I need you to help me push if the car breaks down. Wanna drive?” Jake flashed Ben a crooked smile that belonged on a poster over some tween girls’ bed. In that moment is worked on him too.

“Let’s go to the fucking beach!” he said.

Week 4 – Flash Fiction Challenge

Take the Bait

Chet is every type of guy you don’t want to meet. The type of guy you can’t wait to watch something bad happen to. Of course that’s not entirely true, as most of us are nothing like Chet, we’d probably feel pretty down if we saw a fellow human in trouble. Thankfully, the confines of literature make a nice little cage to keep you from extending a hand. Read More »

The Never-taken Trail

Consider this week’s tale more a sketch. Let’s imagine I was playing with light and form and ignore the severity of the abstration before us. Week 2 Prompt.


The Never-taken Trail

Linwood is an old dog. The wetness of his nose is the measure of his fine fettle, and today looks like a particularly moist one. The scent on the trail carries the base notes of offal, fiddlehead, and naked skin with lemon balm. Read More »

Old Bryn’s Prompt Jar #65

Prompt #65 – A character recieves a thoughtful gift from an unlikely co-worker.

Guidelines – The rules for Old Bryn’s prompts are always the same:

500 words. 

That’s it! Simple, but not nessecarily easy. Staying within the limit will force you to focus on the most important elements of the story. Most writers will end up using these prompts as inspiration to get new ideas, or create character sketches. But, if you’re really up for a challenge tell us the whole story; beginning, middle, and end. Aim to think outside the box here. Don’t tell us the most likely story, dig deep.

About the Prompt Jar: Good Ol’ Goody Bryn isn’t really old, but she does have a seemingly never ending jar full of creative writing prompts. I know ’cause I seen it myself. It was a gift to me in fact. A small stout thing with a red cap. Inside are carefully folded, long and thin slips of paper inked with inspiration. It is my pleasure to share them with you now.

Link your story in the comments below!