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Flash Fiction Month

Remember how your mother told you never to flash your fiction in public? Well, we here at Flash Fiction Month don’t adhere to such societal norms.

FFM is an annual community writing event, run during the month of July, in which participants write one piece of flash fiction between 55-1000 words every day for a month.

Each day we post prompts, and the occasional (optional) extra challenge, and though it may seem daunting at first, we guarantee you'll have a good time, meet some new people, and learn a thing or two about writing along the way.


:bulletgreen: What is Flash Fiction Month all about?

Flash Fiction Month is an annual community writing event, run in July, in which participants write one piece of flash fiction every day for a month.

:bulletgreen: What is Flash Fiction?

Flash Fiction is simply very short prose pieces, generally defined as being 1000 words or less. The word limits for Flash Fiction Month are 55 words minimum, to 1000 words maximum.

:bulletgreen: Do I have to write every day?

Yes. No. Whatever you can manage - we at FFM realise that life can get busy, so we understand that some people may not be able to write a 1000-word story every day. But c'mon - it's flash fiction! We think a three-a-week minimum is a reasonable expectation, considering you can write three 55-worders, if you like.

However we do hope you'll give the full FFM experience a try. It can be difficult, but we guarantee you'll reach the end of the month a better writer, and ideally you'll have had some fun, and made some new friends.

:bulletgreen: How do I join?

Simple! First, make your commitment official and let us know you're participating on the yearly Sign-Up Page (the 2021 version should be up by June). Then join the official FlashFictionMonth group so that you can share your stories with fellow participants during July! And finally, watch our founding account Flash-Fic-Month, to receive timely (separate) notifications for the daily prompts, so the important stuff doesn't get lost in the fray!

:bulletgreen: Still have questions?

Visit our comprehensive FAQ page and all will be revealed.

:bulletgreen: Feeling generous?

Our FFM winner's prizes are funded entirely by donations! So if you're feeling altruistic, and you have a few spare points to hand, head over to Flash-Fic-Month and donate! :flirty:


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Bartenders Don't Have Client ConfidentialityEcho suspects she shouldn’t be talking about her job this much on a first date, but in her defence, Kim did ask her what she does.“We actually had Jesus herself in the bar last night,” she says as she pleats the corner of her napkin with her freshly trimmed nails. “She’s a real firecracker—ordered a Red Herring, and when it didn’t lead anywhere, she turned it into wine. She turned almost all the drinks into wine, actually, but I hear it’s an occupational hazard.”“Wow,” Kim says, looking down at her own neatly buffed talons. “Only almost all?”“Well, some of the drinks were wine to start with,” Echo explains.“Isn’t that a little old-fashioned?” Kim asks, looking up now. One of her eyes is yellow, and the other blue. She reminds Echo of a skittish cat that she would very much like to scoop up into her arms and cuddle.“Dionysus is a regular, obviously, since she hosts the drag nights and all that, so we always have a few barrels on hand. She actually dances on them every now and then.” Echo grins. “One time, her stiletto heel went straight through the lid. She drank the whole thing!”“Wow, that sounds like a pain to clean up,” Kim says. Echo shrugs, the movement dislodging a lock of her rainbow-dyed hair from her loose bun. Kim reaches out to gently tuck it behind her ear, and the two women smile at each other.“It was a mess, but pretty spectacular when it was spurting right out of the barrel,” Echo reminisces. “Dio may be chaotic, but she certainly isn’t sloppy. Girl knows her special effects. Honestly, wine is, like, the least of my problems most of the time. My colleague, Dymphna, she once made a Red Hero by mistake when someone ordered a Red Heron. And instead of disposing of it properly, she just threw it straight out. Not even into the biohazard bin! It was such a mess, I think the pigeons out back must have gotten a taste for human flesh after that, because they’ve been dive-bombing everyone takes out the trash ever since. It was super embarrassing, because the person who ordered it was Osiris, and like. Well, he and I kind of know each other through a group chat for dismemberment survivors, and, I mean, most people wouldn’t like having a freshly butchered corpse on a plate in front of them, but. That just really. Was not great.”“Were you there?” Kim asks, frowning with concern.“I mean, yeah,” Echo answers.“That must have been hard on you,” Kim says, reaching out to gently rest her hand against Echo’s. Echo stops pleating her napkin and shrugs, as if to dispel the memory.“It was a shitshow all round,” she sighs. “But we managed to clean it up just in time for Dymphna’s next horrific mistake. She left the copper pennies out of the nut mix we served to the Ferrywoman and her wife, can you believe it?” “I think I heard about that one,” Kim says thoughtfully. “Dymphna Saint, right? She’s my ex’s ex.” “Small world,” Echo says, nodding. “Anyway, wow, sorry I went on for so long. How about you, what do you do?” “Oh,” Kim says, “I’m with FoodChimera.”“Food delivery?” Echo asks, her eyes crinkling with a smile.“Hm, more like workforce management,” Kim says. “I mean, Chimera’s in the brand name right? So I’m the motivational mascot when things are good, and I also eat people who mistreat our riders when it’s necessary.”“Wow,” Echo says, “That’s some job description.” “Very fulfilling,” Kim says. “Sometimes even filling too.” She grins wryly, and then begins to laugh. Echo joins in.
FFM 2020: Grow“Papa, don’t forget to do your injection.” Cara calls from the other room, and tilts her head around the corner of the door, just to check.Her father sees her, and rolls his eyes, his face creasing with old laugh lines. “I won’t forget.”Which is what he always says, but she knows better, and leaves the living room lights on because otherwise he’ll just fall asleep in his chair.“You’re meant to take it on a schedule.” Always the same exchange, every night. But she’s glad for it, because it means he’s still here.He grumbles, but to her surprise he gets up, grimacing with pain as his legs creak beneath him like old wood. Every day, the disease reaches a little further, takes over a little more of him. The medicine helps, but he has to take it regularly or it won’t work. Sometimes Cara wonders if it’s some subconscious thing. Maybe he wants to die. Maybe he’s tired. Maybe, it’s all of those things. She knows plenty of people live for years with the treatment, and manage to have perfectly normal lives. But his symptoms are advanced, and he is old, and it is only a matter of time.He absently scratches at the exposed knot of his knee, and plucks a shoot of new growth that has taken root there. Crushing the tiny leaf between the pads of his rough fingers, he turns to her and smiles.“My legs think that it’s spring.” He says with a chuckle. But they both know it’s a bad sign.He shuffles over to the counter, removes his medicine from the fridge, and prepares the injection.“Night, Papa.” Cara calls, and turns away. Aware, as she always is, that their time is increasingly precious.-That night she dreams they’re back at the old house, and all the rooms are full of strangers. Her father is asleep in the room at the end of the hall, and he wakes up as she walks in. “Did I sleep all day, Cara?” He asks her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”“It’s ok, Papa.” She tells him. “Rest for as long as you need.” She goes back to the front of the house, and when she looks through the doors, she sees her old cat running towards her across the paving stones, and there is a jolt of unreality, because she knows he’s dead, even here, and she’s just so happy to see him.“What are you doing here boy?” She asks, laughing as she gathers him up into her arms, marvelling at the weight of him. She presses her face to his soft black fur, still warm from the sun, and breathes in. He’s so real, how can he be this real?When she looks at his face, she see’s there’s something small and dark clamped in his mouth. “Here,” she says, and when she takes it from him her fingers come away bloody. She opens her hand and a tiny bird's liver rolls across her palm.“You never used to hunt birds.” She tells the cat, but when she looks up he is gone, and the dream dissolves around her like dust.-It takes her a long time to wake up, the dream still lingering at the edges of her mind. She knows it wasn’t real, and yet her cat has never visited her dreams before, and she feels strangely disquieted by the visit. She checks her hand, just in case, but the skin of her palm is clean.When she goes down to make breakfast, her father is already sitting in the kitchen. He’s wearing shorts despite the winter chill, and his legs are entirely covered in blossoms.“Cara.” He says.“Oh,” she looks at him, meets his steady gaze, and her face crumples. “Hang on Papa, I’ll call the ambulance. Just…wait. Please, wait.” She runs for the phone and dials the number with shaking fingers, but they both know it’s no use. Even as she watches, he burgeons with growth. Flowers burst forth across his skin, and the last thing she sees is his smile.-“As you can see, the grove is well maintained, our tenants want for nothing.” Cara nods, smiles, hands clasped before her because it helps to have something to hold onto, even if it’s just herself. “Thank you, I appreciate all your help.” She tells the Arborist, and accepts the proffered information pamphlets, stuffing them into her purse.There is no one else at the internment, no family, no friends. Everyone they knew or loved is gone, and it’s just her now. She is the final witness. The grass underfoot is brittle with frost, but the trees in the Arbour don’t seem to notice. Here, it is always spring. The sun shines, pale and cold through the tall branches, and fallen white blossoms crush beneath the soles of her shoes. She walks up to the tree, her tree - just a sapling really, and places a hand against the bark.“Night, Papa.” She says, one last time.She turns away, and doesn’t look back.
2020 FFM Day 23: Breath At LastMy breath fogs in front of me. They say that the last breath we breathe can be seen to leave the body. Is that mine, I wonder? Shades of red orange dilute the blackness of the sky, a gradient I am well familiar with. How many times in how many variants have I used the morning sky as inspiration to dye my students’ papers for the week? My eyes mist and I do not know if it is because of the frigid morning air or my sorrow. The embers burn in the firepit I lit under the full moon, but I cannot release even a single page into its hungry tongues. So ingrained within me is the unholiness of fire that even when I am no longer holy myself, it is still alien to me. I rub a fibrous paper between my fingertips, some of its red dye staining my skin. How beautiful it is. I was meant to have granted Krad a dragon of this paper for earning his black tassels. But that privilege is no longer mine. I tell myself that the Papyrus Guild no longer wants me, that they cast me out for suggesting a partnership with the Silversmiths. That I myself wish no part of a Guild that is not willing to progress out of its stubborn ways. We are of paper and of folds! Meant to fold into new shapes, take on breathtaking form and dazzle the world with the hidden layers of motion within our seemingly dull appearance. How could they not see that the Smitheries would have furthered our craft? The anger seeps into my fingers and I begin folding. Fold after fold, seven circle forms for the six-legged dragon and a tail, the patterns I’ve memorized creasing across the crimson paper and collapsing into its final form. With a deep breath of the winter air, I blow gently into the dragon’s mouth.For a second, I think I see its spines begin to shiver as they should. But when I raise the dragon to the sunlight, it is still. Motionless. Lifeless. Dead before it ever lived. Without the Guild’s magics, my skill and practice is worthless. The corpse is being eaten by the fire before I realize what I’ve done. I spring to my feet, reaching a hand into the fire to save my creation, but what’s the use? There is no movement in the paper, it is simply wooden fiber - hewn, stripped, and glued into flat sheets. Soaked in dyes, vibrant but useless without breath. I grab my other lifeless forms from their boxes and throw them to the fire. They used to dance and whisper, darkening my walls in the fireflies’ light with their frolicking. My companions. I wonder what has become of the ones that lived in the Guild halls? Do they also lie still, a mere shell of what they were, or did another Master give them new breath so they could roam freely again? I hope against hope that they live, even if it is not my breath that animates them.Tears streak bitterly down my cheeks and I relinquish all I have known to the coals. Books, paper, brushes, boxes - the flame eats them like a starved beast, licking higher and higher as if it would join the sunlight. I am left with four creations. My first. Mantis for mystery, tiger for strength, butterfly for elegance, peacock for dignity. The holy four that form the basis of everything our craft stands for. I folded them to earn my white tassel. Their folds were simple and they paled in comparison to my later works. But I never took the breath from them. Something in me shatters at the thought that they will never live again. Never prance again. Never perch on my shoulders as I add to their companions. My tears dampen their forms, a horror I never thought I would commit in my life. But here I am, a fire burning bright before me, tears warping their skins. I blow into each one gently, willing them to dance again, but they fall flat. Just another wasted breath. I hold them over the fire. Only when the flames start to hunger for my flesh do I finally drop them. The fire shrieks as they enter it. I wonder if perhaps the fire understands my anguish. Then the fire explodes. I’m knocked backward by its force, bright spots blooming behind my eyelids. When I open my eyes, my mantis, tiger, butterfly, and peacock peek at me from my chest. Their bodies glow like embers. I jolt upright and they fall off me. Embers? From where they’ve fallen in the snow, steam rises. They stand, encircling me, each tremoring their hellos. Delight washes over me and the sun raises its head over the horizon as if to say I’m not alone. Somehow the unholy fire has returned my creatures to me. But how? Fire is forbidden in the Guild. Then I see it. Where my tears touched them is where they glow the brightest and suddenly I know. I know how to breathe again....
Contests, Promotions, Etc
The Gauntlet: Going BerserkSorry, this contest is closed! +Watch this account if you haven't so you won't miss the announcement of the winners.Come hither, come hither one and all for our long-awaited Gauntlet! Our last edition of this flash-fiction writing contest was a while ago now, but all the sweeter for its absence will it taste this month. Prithee make yourselves comfortable and partake of our smorgasbord of merciless prompts! That’s right, once more we challenge the stalwart writers among you to hop aboard and make name for yourselves. Awaiting your penmanship are nine consecutive prompts, each more bone-chilling, knee-capping, blood-eaglingly gruesome than the lastSo bang your shields, bare your teeth (strip to the waist, if you absolutely have to) and vow on Odin’s name to establish dominance cost what may. Those emerging victorious will carry home the spoils as listed up below, and those who fall in battle will – by shapely Valkyries – be shown to their place in Valhalla, Dominance over all your writer friends doesn’t have to come from fame and glory alone, and for that we’ve raided some monasteries and come up with the followingFIRST PLACE gets1 chibi sketch by @KaenBlue (via @Asahi-TaichouPoints package from Community Relations500 points from @Zara-Arletis (via @BATTLEFAIRIES500 points from @BeckyKidus (via @BATTLEFAIRIES1 feature by @BeckyKidus1 feature by @Asahi-Taichou1 feature by @FlashFictionMonth1 critique from @neurotype3 diamond badges from @Zara-Arletis1 diamond badge and 1 emerald badge from @neurotypeSECOND PLACE getsPoints package from Community Relations300 points from @Zara-Arletis (via @BATTLEFAIRIES300 points from @BeckyKidus (via @BATTLEFAIRIES1 feature by @Asahi-Taichou1 feature by @FlashFictionMonth1 critique from @neurotype2 diamond badges from @Zara-Arletis1 diamond badge from @neurotypeTHIRD PLACE getsPoints package from Community Relations150 points from @Zara-Arletis (via @BATTLEFAIRIES150 points from @BeckyKidus (via @BATTLEFAIRIES1 feature by @Asahi-Taichou1 feature by @FlashFictionMonth1 critique from @neurotype1 diamond badge from @Zara-Arletis1 diamond badge from @neurotypeHONOURABLE MENTION getsPoints package from Community Relations50 points from @Zara-Arletis (via @BATTLEFAIRIES50 points from @BeckyKidus (via @BATTLEFAIRIES1 feature by @Asahi-Taichou1 emerald badge from @Zara-Arletis1 emerald badge from @neurotypeSELECT INDIVIDUALS getMystery stuff from the Mystery Fairy, for reasons MysteriouEVERYONE gets a special Vikings honorific, depending on their rankingAS FOR THE RULESTake heed and no-one will need to have their lodbroks rustledThe challenges must be taken in order, so no skipping any.Follow the challenges’ specifications to the letter.Link to your finished works in this journal's comments.No submissions after the deadline: Februari 9thJUDGING happens as followsOur flawless judges will award scores both for adherence to the prompt and for creativity and impact, with a flat bonus for each successfully finished entry. Taking up their grisly duties this year are@neurotype@Malintra-Shadowmoon@The-Inklingand yours truly, Now without further adoHERE ARE YOUR CHALLENGES 1: Needs More Pirate (1000 words or lessWrite a suspenseful espionage thriller scene in your setting of choice – could be any time or place in history – but add one parrot-toting*, rum-guzzling, Caribbean pirate 2: Supersonik, Elektronik (1500 words or lessThe year is 2000-something and human colonisation of space is well underway. Sadly, the aesthetic has evolved backwards to resemble something like this clip by Zlad!. Space is still pretty much a dangerous place however, and so your story will tell an adventurous, musical and oh, so very sexy tale of getting stranded on a hostile planet. Replace all your hard c’s by k’s and have the main kharakter all their verbs in kompletely wrong places say. 3: It’s Your Destiny, Eh (Between 700 and 1400 wordsIn this fantastic Sword&Sorcery story, you explore the Chosen One trope… but your Chosen can be neither young, pure, or lucky! Include an animal helper that sides with whichever character last said something, and a strong, boozing character with a heavy accent and an axe who is NOT a dwarf.All objects used for the offensive are named after the sound they make, and your story resolves itself in an explosion that is not of the Chosen One’s doing. For added difficulty, include four different eighteen-letter words, which must appear at the beginning of a sentence 4: Quoth the Raven: “Encore” (700 words, exactlyDig up your inner (so not the actual) E.A. Poe and write some gorgeous Gothic fiction with notions of inevitable death! Romance! Mental anguish! … where the narrator gets visited by a talking animal which may or may not have been (but most definitely is; the judges will notice) Megalosaurus bucklandii. For added difficulty, our dinosaur only knows words with ‘e’ in them. For contrast, your narrator can’t use any e’s in their own dialogue. Include in this story four kinds of tea, no two of which are in the same sentence 5: Extraordinariest! (Less than 1000 words, but must be a prime number… In which a suddenly genocidal Sir David Attenborough has decided it’s time to thin out the human population some, all the time doing what he does best: providing his trademark commentary. Just remember: Sir Attenborough can’t use numbers, names of animals, and all his adjectives have to be superlatives. Moreover, all his lines start and end with a vowel. Wrap up your story with a moralising message which, if acted out, would spell certain doom for humanity 6: Wittypedia (1 partial sentence; see examplesThink up 1 (one) pithy entry for tl;dr wikipedia. You can’t use the words ‘which’, ‘what’ or ‘when’ 7: This Hamlet is Too Small For Your Lordship and Myself Both (888 words and a half, exactlyNot much of a difference between cowboys and medieval knights, what with them wearing spurs, riding their horses up and down the countryside and occasionally challenging each other to a duel... There’s no reason why we can’t substitute one for the other in this story about a sheriff, an outlaw and the power of either Friendship, Virginity, the Counterpoise Trebuchet, or any combination of the aforementioned. Include no fewer than three elaborate insults, genre ‘your lordship could not poor water from a sabaton if his lordship’s armorer hath provided instructions on the sole’ and one time-traveling ancient Roman onlooker, who shall comment (will have had commented?) on events in reverse chronology. Our Roman friend can’t say the letters ‘u’ and ‘w’ very well so substitute these with a ‘v’ and a ‘vv’ respectively. Your characters can’t say the same word twice! Also, for some weird reason all of your letter u’s which are not part of any dialogue have umlauts on them 8: Just Because I Can (18 lines; see textWrite a scary bedtime story for grown men about the creature Jolene, but in verse! Eight syllables per line, if you please, and spell out Jolene’s name three times with the first letter of each 9: Attending a Burial At Sea (AnyConjure up a captivating tale taking place aboard a whaler ship, and include three different euphemisms for taking a poop. Every third word, when read separately, needs to form a story of its own, Now, we fight! This is how we win, and this is how we die! Can I have an 'Odinnnnn!'* = It has been brought to my attention that 'pirate-toting' is a bit complicated. It is changed to parrot-toting, which was what yours truly had in mind when setting out to write this journal and failing to catch the error. Not to worry: the most important thing is that you nail the pirate stereotype; parrots are encouraged but won't cause you to lose points or anything if they aren't in the picture...
Game of Genres Week FINALIn the Game of Genres, you write or you dieYou can participate in this week without having participated in either of the prior weeks The Game of Genres is an annual slalom event for original genre fiction cohosted by @CRLiterature and @theWrittenRevolution. Over three weeks, you'll write three different stories, each 1,500 words or less and featuring one of the two genre choices below. View details about prizes + schedule here - donations still welcome!Your final week genre choices are....,Anticolonial Portal Fantasy OR Nonbinary* Neo NoirAnticolonial Portal Fantasy (links about anticolonialism and portal fantasies)a person entering and interacting with a world they don't live in through some sort of portala push against imperialism, in particular governance and/or economic control by a power based outside the region in which it is operatingNonbinary Neo Noir *does not have to exclusively feature nonbinary characters, but I couldn't resist the alliteration* (links about nonbinary and neo noir)A cast which defies the classic gender roles of noir, e.g. femme fatale and hardboiled male detectiveNeo noir highlights a pessimistic view of human nature, usually in the context of crime and/or criminalsHow to enterPick one of the two genre options. Do not try to combine both!Write an original story of 1,500 words or less. Yes, this is a firm limit.Comment with your entry, or note neurotype directly. It'll be added to a collection, so please follow up if this doesn't happen.Week 3 Deadline is September 28th, 11.59pm PDST(da standard time - Pacific Daylight Savings)Ready, Set, Dracarys!,
Game of Genres Week 1In the Game of Genres, you write or you dieAaaand we're off! (For prize list + logistics, see the first post - donations welcome!)The Game of Genres is an annual slalom event for original genre fiction cohosted by @CRLiterature and @theWrittenRevolution. Over three weeks, you'll write three different stories, each 1,500 words or less and featuring one of the two genre choices below.Your first week genre choices are....(drum roll please!)Science Fantasy OR YA RomanceScience Fantasy combines elements of science fiction and fantasy. Often, the setting is futuristic or otherwise reminiscent of science fiction, but with elements that can't be explained by science (beyond FTL and time travel).YA Romance features adolescent protagonists in a real-world, usually contemporary, setting who are often experiencing their first romance. Note that erotica is not allowed on DA, so keep it PG-13 at most!More details are linked in the underlined genre names.How to enterPick one of the two genre options. Do not try to combine both!Write an original story of 1,500 words or less. Yes, this is a firm limit.Comment with your entry, or note @neurotype directly. It'll be added to a collection, so please follow up if this doesn't happen.Week 1 Deadline is September 14th, 11.59 PDST(da standard time - Pacific Daylight Savings)Note that the Week 2 journal will go up slightly before this deadline, so don't panic if you see it come through before you've submitted.Ready, Set, Dracarys!
General Flash Fiction
Rival Gang Rainbow TownMy name is London Angel, but my friend calls me Cutie Boo. I'm in a gang called Rainbow Squad. I'm the only girl in the group. I have two friends who'll protect me; Zillion and Alan. Zillion is the oldest and the leader of the group. He often sees me as an aggressive brat, which is true because I often get myself in trouble. And then there's Alan; he may be the youngest of the group, but he's a powerhouse.Now, let me let you something about I escape a rival gang.One night, Zillion and I were hanging out while Alan works alone. We were in a dark alley until we saw graffiti."What the hell?" said ZillionI have no idea either. What kind of graffiti is this?! The message said in scratchy letters;"Give up Rainbow Squad!" And "Beware of us."Who would be warning us?!"Let's get out of here," said ZillionWe got out of the dark alley until we were stopped by a gang of dark monsters. We knew who they are; The Dark Gang. They're a gang of all-guys baddies who doesn't give whats about anything. Their leader Barbatos; who's a strong-looking demon."Hello, Zillion." said Barbatos "We meet again.""Aw hell," said Zillion"I see you brought the angel brat with you?" said BarbatosThey're bad news when they're around. Then, without reacting the rival gang tried to get us. Zillion does his best to protect me."Pathetic!" said BarbatosHe gets mad and hits Zillion."Zillion!" I shoutedThe rival was about to grab me until;"GET AWAAAAY!!!"I shocked them, given Zillion and I enough time to escape. That was a close one. I thought we were done for when Barbatos was about to grab me. Then, we see Alan, and we have united once again. End of story
Ghost VS DemonCutie ForestI’m sight-seeing at the dark side of the forest. I’m seeing; bats, owls, spiders, and more creatures living here. I was having a fun time seeing them until I saw a demon scaring the animals away.”Hey!” I spoke, “Quit scaring the animals!”The demon turned around to see me.”Or what? You’re just a child.”I may be a child, but I’m more than that. I got ticked off by what he said and pushed him.”Ugh! You brat!”He grabs his pitchfork and points it at me, threatening me.”Leave now or you’ll get hurt!”I got so scared I go as far away from him.The next scene...I’m sitting behind a tree sad, as I don’t know how to defeat him? How in the world am I supposed to defeat a demon?! Then, I have an idea.Meanwhile...Gloom POVAfter I threatened the ghost child into hurting her, I continued bullying the animals here, but most of them were hiding until I saw a bat wandering. Perfect! I was about to threaten him, the ghost child returns.”Dammit! Are you frickin kidding me?!” I spokeThe ghost child approach me”I won’t let you bully or hurt the animals anymore!” she said”Oh, you want to go child?” I spoke “Bring it on!”I took out my pitchfork and charged at the ghost child but missed. Godammit she’s fast, I’ll give her that. Then, I noticed that she’s quick to dodge but is not a fighter. Then, without reacting, I was shoved into a tree.”That’s it! No more games!” I spokeI have the ghost child lean against a tree with my pitchfork close against her neck.”Give up now!” I threatening herMelina POVI have a pitchfork close to my neck. If it got any closer to me, I’m done for! Then, I used my other hand to swipe the demon to escape the grasp. Before he can react, I sat on him.”Had enough?” I spoke confidently“Alright! You win!!” said the demon “Just get the hell off me!””Promise you won’t bully any more animals?” I spoke”I promise!” I got off him and he left, hoping that I won’t see him again. Then, the animals come out of hiding, and all of them thanked me for getting rid of the demon.End of story
FFM Daily Prompts and Challenges
Announcing the 2020 Golden Mug Awards!YES. You are reading that right.Flash Fiction Month presents:THE 2020 GOLDEN MUG AWARDS What?! Where?! Who?! We know that if anyone hears the words "unprecedented time" again, the sky will open and suck us into its gaping maw. Or maybe that was a dream. So we won't say it, you'll just know about it, and on-brand with 2020's "AUGH WHAT NOW" aesthetic, we wanted to do a little something special. Non-Challengers, and non 31-day'ers don’t leave us quite yet, we’re talking to you, too! We see your hard work.We see your stories.We would not be here without you, 11 years running.To thank you, we as a multi-headed, multi-dimensional, multi-pass holding overlord, have decided an awards ceremony for the community at large was long overdue.But what about the mugs? The mugs for overall challenge winners will still be issued as expected. This award ceremony is to honor the community at large, regardless of challenges.How will you know who to award things to?And now you know what that sign-up page is all about. But besides that, this has always been a community event, and the community will decide.How can we participate? Ah, fabulous question. Below you will find the categories for nomination. You may nominate via comment to this deviation, or you may note us with the subject line as "Golden Mug Nomination".We are accepting nominees for the following categories: Literati Nominate your top THREE (3) favorite FFM writers from this month.This is a chance to shine the light on some of the people who have impressed, inspired, and charmed you over the course of July with their excellent words. Lifeline Nominate ONE (1) candidate who you feel has been a true community spirit this FFM. We're talking about the people who go above and beyond to bolster the community. These are the participants who are always there to lend a helping hand, and provide encouragement and support for their fellow writers. The 2020 Golden Yarn For this one we want each of YOU to nominate ONE (1) of your OWN STORIES that was written for this year's FFM.This award is open to every single participant who took part in this year's Flash Fiction Month. So pick your favorite story - whatever that story may be (even if it's the only one you wrote), and submit it to us so that we may judge them all and determine the winner of the FFM 2020 Golden Yarn award! Nominations are due in by FRIDAY, August 7th, and no later, so get started! ...
FFM Links - 31 July 2020Welcome to Flash Fiction Month, day 31.Congratulations. You've made it to the final day of this journey. Now it's time to relax. Kick your feet up. Take a breath. It's all over.Ah, maybe we spoke too soon. There's still one final challenge.________________________________________________________________________InstructionsFlash Fiction Month is about writing – and posting – a story between 55-1000 words in length every day during July. Each day we'll upload a deviation where you can post your story for the day, with optional prompts, and the occasional optional challenge. Paste a link to your flash fiction piece for July 31 in the comments below. If you write a story every day this month, and complete every challenge you could win a prize! When you upload your newly minted literature deviations remember to use these official FFM tags: #flashfiction , #flashfictionmonth , #ffm2020 ________________________________________________________________________The Rule of ThirdsElement ONE: Remember, RememberYour story must incorporate a real-world event from the last 3 days including today. (i.e. anything after July 28th). These events must come from your personal lives and cannot be from the news or other media outlets. But please note, the story itself doesn't have to be autobiographical in nature.Element TWO: Magical RealismIn addition to your true event, your stories must be magical realism.What's magical realism? It's the incorporation of magical elements in the real world. Here are some sources to help you:- An Introduction to Magical Realism- Magical Realism Wikipedia Page- 10 Examples of Magical RealismElement THREE: FlashbackFurther, your stories must include THREE(3) callbacks to previous stories written this month. They don't have to be elaborate, but they do have to exist somewhere in the narrative. (OPTIONAL) Your story is 333 wordsIt is the rule of thirds, after all.If you've done the challenge remember to let us know by writing "Challenge" next to the link for your submission. Not doing the challenge? No problem! Check out the optional prompts below!_______________________________________________________________________RemindersDr. Hydra recommends a comment a day to keep flash fiction ennui at bay. The more comments you give to your fellow writers, the more comments ye shall receive in turn. Unburden your mind! Take all those strange thoughts and devious notions floating through your head, and put those dastardly things where they belong - the 2020 Prompt Bank! Feeling lonely? Join us on the FFM Discord Channel, meet your peers, and frolic beneath the gaze of your dark overlord. It's a year round writing community, and while July is our busiest month, you're still welcome there for the remaining 11 months of the year.Still haven't signed up for 31 days of flash fiction insanity? Alas, today is the last day, but you can still visit our FFM FAQ in preparation for next year's event!
FFM Links - 30 July 2020Welcome to Flash Fiction Month, day 30.Perhaps it would be in your favor to remember what happened today. You never know when it would be useful. you know?________________________________________________________________________InstructionsFlash Fiction Month is about writing – and posting – a story between 55-1000 words in length every day during July. Each day we'll upload a deviation where you can post your story for the day, with optional prompts, and the occasional optional challenge. Paste a link to your flash fiction piece for July 30 in the comments below. If you write a story every day this month, and complete every challenge, you will enter the annals of FFM history as the most dauntless of scribes, and you could also win a prize! When you upload your newly minted literature deviations remember to use these official FFM tags: #flashfiction , #flashfictionmonth , #ffm2020 ________________________________________________________________________RemindersDr. Hydra recommends a comment a day to keep flash fiction ennui at bay. The more comments you give to your fellow writers, the more comments ye shall receive in turn. Unburden your mind! Take all those strange thoughts and devious notions floating through your head, and put those dastardly things where they belong - the 2020 Prompt Bank! Join us on the FFM Discord Channel, meet your peers, and frolic beneath the gaze of your dark overlord. Still haven't signed up for 31 days of flash fiction insanity? The end is nigh! But you're still welcome to head on over to the 2020 Sign-Up Page, and peruse our FFM FAQ.
FFM Links - 29 July 2020Welcome to Flash Fiction Month, day 29.You're so close you can almost taste it, keep going, and whatever you do don't look back! The muses don't like it when you look back...________________________________________________________________________InstructionsFlash Fiction Month is about writing – and posting – a story between 55-1000 words in length every day during July. Each day we'll upload a deviation where you can post your story for the day, with optional prompts, and the occasional optional challenge. Paste a link to your flash fiction piece for July 29 in the comments below. If you write a story every day this month, and complete every challenge, you will enter the annals of FFM history as the most dauntless of scribes, and you could also win a prize! When you upload your newly minted literature deviations remember to use these official FFM tags: #flashfiction , #flashfictionmonth , #ffm2020 ________________________________________________________________________RemindersDr. Hydra recommends a comment a day to keep flash fiction ennui at bay. The more comments you give to your fellow writers, the more comments ye shall receive in turn. Unburden your mind! Take all those strange thoughts and devious notions floating through your head, and put those dastardly things where they belong - the 2020 Prompt Bank! Feeling lonely? Join us on the FFM Discord Channel, meet your peers, and frolic beneath the gaze of your dark overlord. Still haven't signed up for 31 days of flash fiction insanity? Head on over to the 2020 Sign-Up Page, and offer up your name. Not sure what all this flash fiction business is about? Congratulations for making it this far down the page. We recommend a visit our FFM FAQ, where all will be revealed!...
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Midnight Hornet - FFM 2020, Day 31“It’s late, why aren’t you sleeping?”The small creature who had just flown into the bathroom from the dark outside through the open window ignored her, instead crashing into the ceiling lamp repeatedly. Its loud, distinctive buzz filled the white-tiled room, and she was quite certain what it was.She grabbed the empty water cup and a flat sample package of lotion, and climbed up onto the edge of the bathtub.The almost finger-sized insect moved fast, but its golden-black hues were unmistakeable, and she found herself shy of getting too close, which along with its frenzied back-and-forth made it impossible to capture.Until it crashed right into her face.“FU-”She flinched back, barely keeping her balance. She didn’t want to agitate the insect more, and resisted the urge to swat at it as it clung to the bridge of her glasses, before it seemed to get its bearings and took off again.But it had been enough.This was no insect.She climbed down from the bathtub, getting a safer distance between it and herself, never taking her eyes off it. This would be a bit easier.She fetched a bowl of cream, and held it out to the creature. It didn’t seem to notice at first, or maybe it was shy; she set the bowl down by the sink, and after a minute, it did come down from the ceiling, buzzed around the bowl for a moment, and finally sat down on its edge, leaning forward on slender, gold-and-black limbs to drink.She picked the bowl up gently, careful not to wobble it, and gently placed it on the floor outside the front door. The creature didn’t move from the spot.Then she went back indoors, made sure all the windows were tightly closed, and went to bed.
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TM Day 30: FarewellThis is it, you made it, you’ve reached the top of Everest, the edge of the world, the end of the rainbow, the dark side of the moon! Aren’t you a titan, you awesome writer you!,Let us know, did you make it? Did you enjoy the suffering, the fun, the reckless creativity? We certainly hope you did. Until the next one, go ahead, you’ve earned your rest One last time for the road, if you want to review what happened for the past 30 days, here's a refresher of what Tribble Month is all about!____________________________________________________________________________FAQWhat is Tribble Month?A lower suffering-inducing Hydra head sprouted from Flash Fiction Month that forces its penitent souls to write stories between 50-300 words long through the month of September. Because clearly a month full of full flash stories isn’t enough once per year.Do the stories need to follow a particular topic/theme?As this is each individual’s self-imposed penance, they’re free to choose the flavor of their own poison. There will be a daily suggested topic prompt if the hellish fires don’t allow some to think clearly—an understandable circumstance in these grounds.How do I take part?After you’ve offered a price for your soul, you can comment in the sign-up page conveniently linked right here. Thereon it’s all hell loose literary bliss!Do I need to use the daily prompts and challenges?As mentioned above, each victim voluntary participant can decide whether to use the provided daily prompt or not. The same goes for the challenges. Whether you want to add more coal to the fires is up to you.How do I submit my story?You can copy/paste the link of your published story in the comments below each daily condemnation motivational message.Anything else I should do or know?Hell or not, everyone likes some praise and encouragement, so as momma Hydra used to say: “A comment a day keeps the heads at bay!”I have a hard time keeping to challenges, is there any support?For additional cheers, hurrahs, and extra pushes, follow the lake of fire to the FFM Discord Server and check into the Tribble Month Channel for a lift in morale and a sip of water.____________________________________________________________________________Day 30 Prompt: FarewellEverything comes to an end at some point, so inevitably, we have to say goodbye and hopefully see you around—unless, of course, you don’t want to see them around, then yeah, you figure that one out. Tell of a time you’ve had to say farewell, how was it, bittersweet, tragic, neutral, couldn’t be happier? Let us know one last time!,
TM Day 29: The Last BattleLike the day before the battle against the white walkers, or the second to last episode of Stranger Things, or the battle between Aang and the Fire Lord, we are at the brink of this month before the grand closing. Whether you’ve written every single story, half, or just made it through ⅓ of the first tribble, this Hydra sprout is proud of each and every one of you for even attempting this event. Let’s finish this strong!,You can do this, so don’t even bother, just review the section below if you have questions or just skip right to the story!____________________________________________________________________________FAQWhat is Tribble Month?A lower suffering-inducing Hydra head sprouted from Flash Fiction Month that forces its penitent souls to write stories between 50-300 words long through the month of September. Because clearly a month full of full flash stories isn’t enough once per year.Do the stories need to follow a particular topic/theme?As this is each individual’s self-imposed penance, they’re free to choose the flavor of their own poison. There will be a daily suggested topic prompt if the hellish fires don’t allow some to think clearly—an understandable circumstance in these grounds.How do I take part?After you’ve offered a price for your soul, you can comment in the sign-up page conveniently linked right here. Thereon it’s all hell loose literary bliss!Do I need to use the daily prompts and challenges?As mentioned above, each victim voluntary participant can decide whether to use the provided daily prompt or not. The same goes for the challenges. Whether you want to add more coal to the fires is up to you.How do I submit my story?You can copy/paste the link of your published story in the comments below each daily condemnation motivational message.Anything else I should do or know?Hell or not, everyone likes some praise and encouragement, so as momma Hydra used to say: “A comment a day keeps the heads at bay!”I have a hard time keeping to challenges, is there any support?For additional cheers, hurrahs, and extra pushes, follow the lake of fire to the FFM Discord Server and check into the Tribble Month Channel for a lift in morale and a sip of water.____________________________________________________________________________Day 29 Prompt: The Last BattleIn all great stories, especially adventures, there’s always this one moment that will define the rest to come. What is that crucial event to you? Is it a great battle? If so, is it a literal battle or something more abstract and figurative? Whatever that may be, make us catch our breath!,
TM Day 28: CHALLENGE #4!I mean, if you’ve made it THIS far, there’s really no point in stopping. You’ve already gone through three, so why not complete the last CHALLENGE of this the first edition of Tribble Month? I think you can take it, so let’s do this!,If you’re ready for the final stand challenge-wise, flex those wrists and crack those knuckles because we’re going in! If you need a little refresher, and perhaps a reassurance, read the next section to see what Tribble Month is about.____________________________________________________________________________FAQWhat is Tribble Month?A lower suffering-inducing Hydra head sprouted from Flash Fiction Month that forces its penitent souls to write stories between 50-300 words long through the month of September. Because clearly a month full of full flash stories isn’t enough once per year.Do the stories need to follow a particular topic/theme?As this is each individual’s self-imposed penance, they’re free to choose the flavor of their own poison. There will be a daily suggested topic prompt if the hellish fires don’t allow some to think clearly—an understandable circumstance in these grounds.How do I take part?After you’ve offered a price for your soul, you can comment in the sign-up page conveniently linked right here. Thereon it’s all hell loose literary bliss!Do I need to use the daily prompts and challenges?As mentioned above, each victim voluntary participant can decide whether to use the provided daily prompt or not. The same goes for the challenges. Whether you want to add more coal to the fires is up to you.How do I submit my story?You can copy/paste the link of your published story in the comments below each daily condemnation motivational message.Anything else I should do or know?Hell or not, everyone likes some praise and encouragement, so as momma Hydra used to say: “A comment a day keeps the heads at bay!”I have a hard time keeping to challenges, is there any support?For additional cheers, hurrahs, and extra pushes, follow the lake of fire to the FFM Discord Server and check into the Tribble Month Channel for a lift in morale and a sip of water.____________________________________________________________________________Day 28 Prompt: CHALLENGE #4 - Haiku Formatted StoryFor this last challenge, we’re going to truly define what micro-fiction truly is! If you choose to complete the final challenge, you are to write a story using the haiku poem 5-7-5 format. Don’t know what haiku is? See the references here and here. You don’t need to follow the strict rules of haiku, just the 5-7-5 structure to tell us a story. Blow our minds away with what you can come up with in just 17 syllables!,
TM Day 27: Who Are You?Three days to call it a wrap, THREE DAYS! So, what do you want your wrap to taste like, honey mustard victory or white vinegar bitter? You choose!,If you have completely blanked out as to what you’re doing and why, it’s ok, that’s totally understandable. You and the new victims who have happened to stumble upon our humble venue can take a look at the section below to know what Tribble Month is about.____________________________________________________________________________FAQWhat is Tribble Month?A lower suffering-inducing Hydra head sprouted from Flash Fiction Month that forces its penitent souls to write stories between 50-300 words long through the month of September. Because clearly a month full of full flash stories isn’t enough once per year.Do the stories need to follow a particular topic/theme?As this is each individual’s self-imposed penance, they’re free to choose the flavor of their own poison. There will be a daily suggested topic prompt if the hellish fires don’t allow some to think clearly—an understandable circumstance in these grounds.How do I take part?After you’ve offered a price for your soul, you can comment in the sign-up page conveniently linked right here. Thereon it’s all hell loose literary bliss!Do I need to use the daily prompts and challenges?As mentioned above, each victim voluntary participant can decide whether to use the provided daily prompt or not. The same goes for the challenges. Whether you want to add more coal to the fires is up to you.How do I submit my story?You can copy/paste the link of your published story in the comments below each daily condemnation motivational message.Anything else I should do or know?Hell or not, everyone likes some praise and encouragement, so as momma Hydra used to say: “A comment a day keeps the heads at bay!”I have a hard time keeping to challenges, is there any support?For additional cheers, hurrahs, and extra pushes, follow the lake of fire to the FFM Discord Server and check into the Tribble Month Channel for a lift in morale and a sip of water.____________________________________________________________________________Day 27 Prompt: Who ARE You?Recently, Alice in Wonderland has been a recurring movie in my daily life… No, seriously, too many times. So in honor of this random obsession, write of this quotable question from the short-fused caterpillar: O R U? If this particular line doesn’t click, which one catches your fancy the most? Adapt it into a story, and if you’re up to it, make it as wacky as the world of Wonderland!,
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Tribble 29: Divine InterventionThe soldiers had sung and danced and drank well into what could’ve been the last night of their lives when the god appeared before them. And a god They surely were, bursting at the seams with light and power and incomprehensible, instinctual feeling. The soldiers bowed before Them, then murmured to themselves when the god bowed in turn. Then They spoke without speaking, and told them thus:You need not risk yourselves upon this late hour. Your enemies have foreseen your design, and shall make quick work of it if you do. It matters not; letters yet days away bring news of war’s end, of liberty from bloodied sacrifice. The only paths your feet must tread are those which see you homeward bound, and in your hopeful fealty, I find it fitting to send you on your ways.One cheer, and then another, until the crowd of no-longer-soldiers were tossing up their hats and spinning each other around, laughing all the while. Home! Home and freedom and safety at last, family and friends reunited! Victory and life ever after it!Except for one, in the midst of the cheer, standing stone still. Gripping at the fabric of his worn, sullied uniform. Thinking of no place nor people to go home to.With a wave of Their hand and a flare of Their radiance, the god made good on Their word, leaving the field quiet. They laid Their unfathomable gaze on the final former soldier....You have not gone home?“I don’t have one. Not… anymore.”A pause. Then, he looked up to see a blinding, outstretched hand.Perhaps I can help you find it anew.He reached out with trembling fingers. Touched pure light. And left the field empty and dark.
Tribble 27: No Longer LostNothing.Nothing.Nothing.And then—Utter cacophony. Assaults of light and color burning his eyes. Sensation crawling along every inch of him, inside and out, vicelike in their sudden, unfamiliar grip. Sights and sounds and texture and pungent smells and a foul taste in the back of his throat and a twisting agony building in his chest threatening to burst him open and everything everything everything too much too much too MUCH—A jab to his ribs sets him to coughing; the air pricks at his lungs as he struggles to comprehend it. Then a soft, simple weight wraps around him, covers his head, blots out all except itself. It is still something, still extant and strange, but… manageable. He stays as still as he can, and waits.Relative silence.Then a noise, muffled by the weight and tiny besides. It repeats itself. Again. A small error in breathing, a strain, a break, a, a—A sob.He reaches for it, on an impulse long buried, then shudders at his body’s stark resistance to movement. The weight moves off his head, and he flinches, but the world remains dim, and quiet, if cool, and when he waits, it doesn’t get any colder. He pries his eyes open to see…A face.A face, like the ones in his faintest memories, but with the details filled in, and a name tied to it, somewhere beyond recollection. And tears overwhelming the cheeks and eyes, and an expression wide with worry.Ignoring the ache of disused muscles, he stretches out a hand. He tries to wipe away the wetness, but his fingers prove clumsy and confused. But then the face smiles— and oh, how he’d forgotten he’d missed that— and arms tug him close, and he remembers, at last, the feeling of warmth.
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FFM is an annual community writing event, run every July, in which participants write one piece of flash fiction between 55-1000 words every day for a month.

Each day we'll hit you up with unusual prompts, and (optional) extra challenges guaranteed to take your writing somewhere it's never been before.

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You might think that Flash Fiction Month is by far the most dastardly and soul destroying flash fiction writing challenge on the whole of DeviantART (if not the entire internet) but you'd be WRONG! That glorious (if slightly concerning) honour in fact goes to THE GAUNTLET, which is run by the equally glorious (and slightly concerning) @BATTLEFAIRIES.
Only a true fiend could concoct such monstrous challenges, and where we the Hydra fear to tread (making our participants cry* is something we've been told to actively avoid, alas), @BATTLEFAIRIES ventures boldly forth, sowing havoc, and delirious words in their wake. We bow before their might.
But if the organiser is a force to be reckoned with, then the participants of the Gauntlet are EVEN MORE SO. For only the truly deranged would attempt such a terrifying event, and fewer still emerge on the other side victorious.
To these few titans, these slayers of flash fiction challenges, and persons of indomitable will, we offer this (slightly belated**) token of our esteem.

THE GAUNTLET WINNERS FEATURE

(consisting of all the usual suspects)Viking Dummy

...in THIRD PLACE - @MaggiefromSpace
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...in SECOND PLACE - @GDeyke
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...and last but not least, in FIRST PLACE is none other than... 1st Trophy @WindySilver, who faced down every prompt with determination, imagination, and true flash fiction grit.
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and our personal favourite... ;)
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We'd also like to take a moment to mention the lovely @KiriHearts , who received an Honorable Mention for having the single highest scoring story! Bravo!
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Read 'em and weep. And then if you're feeling up to it, give some of their other stories some love!

Congratulations to everyone who took part, we're so impressed by each and every one of you!

In a mere handful of months our own little flash fiction event will be upon us, so start sharpening your pencils, oiling your keyboards, and performing finger exercises in preparation. It'll be here before you know it.
In the meantime, we suggest that each of you take a look at the back catalogue of terrifying Gauntlet Challenges. Peruse the prompts, pick something shiny, and write a pithy story to accompany it (and be sure to let @Battlefairies and us know if you do!) Tackling the whole event may be intimidating, but a little prompt here are there can't hurt. Think of it as your gateway drug... to excellence. :eyes: revamp You can find the old Gauntlet prompts after the prize announcements on the following links:
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Do it, click the links, write those words. Or failing that just marvel at the Machiavellian mastery of those flash fiction prompts. #goals
See you soon! :bye:
*alas making participants scream in terror is also discouraged, it's no fun, we miss the old days :sadtard:
**Finding an internet worthy communication device in the endless void that we call home, proved somewhat troublesome. But better late than never. :parahula:
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MaggiefromSpace Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2020  Hobbyist
I will have you know that dA is currently being a something I shall not name to spare your delicate eyes, so I haven't been able to submit the last bunch, but I have completed all 31 flashes of the month :hooray:(I hope it'll sort itself out sometime soon. Otherwise I might try and find a workaround. But I had to share my triumph :P)

Thank you, hydra, for the good times, again!
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Ah, we were wondering what happened to you there. Congratulations on a successful FFM!:la:

Also maybe stick around awhile? We have a special announcement coming up  that will apply to all participants. ;)
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CassidyPeterson Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2018  Hobbyist
:la: Sent my first DD suggestion in from FFM 2018 today!
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That's lovely! :eager:
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MMBaird Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018  Professional General Artist
Is it just me or did I read somewhere there was a Discord place for FFmers? Am I hallucinating from all the years of coming into contact with the Hydra's toxic fumes?
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Flash-Fic-Month Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2018
Toxic hallucinations are a side effect of our presence, but in this case you are correct. ;)
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Our queen. :worship:
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