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Meet the Host: #5MinuteFiction Blog Tour Week 5

April 4, 2011

That's an actual picture of Sam


Our final host on the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour is Sam Adamson, @FutureNostalgic, a talented and prolific writer.



Every Friday, on his blog, you can find his newest #FridayFlash piece. His flash fiction serial, the UCF Stories is also published twice a month over at The Penny Dreadful. And he’s one of the authors involved in a great new collaborative writing project, The Splintered Lands.


So be there tomorrow, on his blog, at 1:30 EST, for 5MinuteFiction! It’s the last stop on the tour so this is your last chance to participate before it comes back to its boring ol’ home.


#5MinuteFiction Blog Tour Week 4 WINNER!

March 30, 2011

Thanks again to debut author JM Frey, @scifrey for hosting the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour on her blog this week.

DO NOT FORGET, her first novel, Triptych, from Dragon Moon Press will be released next month. I was lucky enough to get an ARC (neener-neener) and, let me assure you, you want to buy this book.

On April 11 you can participate in Make Triptych #1 on Amazon by buying your e-book copy that day!



But, now that I’ve gushed about a new author I discovered (before you,) let’s give a HUGE SHOUTOUT to this week’s 5MinuteFiction WINNER!


NICOLE WOLVERTON, @nicolewolverton


Did you say that name looks familiar? Well, it should, she won last week as well! Below is her entry, based on the prompt, DECADE.

But don’t forget, there’s still one week left of the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour. Be there next week when our final host wraps it up for us.

April 5: Sam Adamson, @FutureNostalgic one of the authors involved in the The Splintered Lands collaborative writing project, among other things!

Now, bask in Nichole’s brilliance. Remember, she wrote this off a prompt in only five minutes. Fabulous.

Grandma Peepee’s voice held the shape of spiraled conch shells, the grit of aged whiskey, and the wisdom of William Shatner.

Believe it.

She told me once when I was ten, just a decade old, that she shook her bubbies at old men to make a buck when she was young. I’d stared at the front of her dress, horrified, but then she’d shimmied her shoulders and yelled out a staccato rhythm, heehawing her loud donkey bray of a laugh. I’d handed her a dollar, and she kissed me, leaving a bright red lipstick mark in the middle of my forehead.

“You’re a good egg, Vince,” she’d crowed.

My eyes felt like boiled eggs, scrubbed raw by the wind and the grit blowing fast against my eyes and skin. The bridge swayed beneath me, sending my stomach ricocheting back and forth. I looked just like any other guy catching a smoke break – sucking down the tar and fire into Cajun-blackened lungs – to the people in the cars racing past.

Grandpa P died yesterday as her confused rooster crowed to welcome in the static violet of dusk.

“Goin’ to meet my maker!” she’d crowed in that voice of hers, full of character even through the wheezing. “Vince, I’ve got a plan.”

She’d pulled me down and whispered her demands, the smell of Ben-Gay and denture cream curling up around my cheeks.

And now, here I was . . . ready to do as she asked. I gathered up the edges of the extra-strength garbage bag – strong like an over the shoulder boulder holder, according to Grandma P – grunting to shoulder her dead weight. She fell and fell and fell, plop, into the river, just like she’d asked.

“Bye, Grandma,” I called, thinking of that dollar.


#5MinuteFiction Blog Tour Week 4

March 29, 2011

The fourth stop on the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour is over on JM Frey’s blog today. Head on over there, get the lay of the land, and then be there at 1:30 EST for all the action!

Head Over There at Warp Speed!

Meet the Host: #5MinuteFiction Blog Tour Week 4

March 28, 2011



You’re in for a real treat with this week’s stop on the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour, because you get to meet debut author JM Frey, @scifrey just days before the release of her first novel, Triptych, from Dragon Moon Press.

On April 11 you can participate in Make Triptych #1 on Amazon by buying your e-book copy that day!

But, while you’re waiting, we’re doing 5MinuteFiction on her blog tomorrow! (It’s all fancy and sci-fiey looking over there too. Cool.)

So go check her out now, and be there tomorrow at 1:30 EST for the fast and crazy (and this week, futuristic) fun that is 5MinuteFiction!

#5MinuteFiction Blog Tour Week 3 WINNER!

March 23, 2011

Well, after a few bumps and starts, Richard Wood, @rbwood pulled off week three of the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour just beautifully.

And the entries were, as always, to die for. Such talent to pull together something like that in only five minutes. And now we have a winner!

Her 5 minutes of literary effort with the prompt “PUB,” is below.  Congratulations to NICOLE WOLVERTON, @nicolewolverton winner of this week’s competition!


Don’t forget, there are still TWO more weeks of the 5MinuteFiction Blog Tour left:

March 29: JM Frey, @scifrey science fiction writer and fanthropologist living in Toronto. Her  book TRIPTYCH is available from Dragon Moon Press! Be there on April 11 for Make Triptych #1 on Amazon day!

April 5: Sam Adamson, @FutureNostalgic one of the authors involved in the The Splintered Lands collaborative writing project, among other things!

Congrats again to NICOLE WOLVERTON, @nicolewolverton! Here’s her winning entry. Enjoy:

Gina Stucchio pounded her fist on the bar, making the bowl of peanuts jump and stutter.

“We refuse to come in the back door!” Her voice thickened with anger, the whiskey and South Philly in it evident. “You ain’t gonna keep us as second class citizens no more.”

Her friends, one with bangs gelled straight up, cheered and hooted.

“Hey, Norma Rae — dial it back.” The bartender sneered and handed her a beer. “We keep the ladies entrance open for historical reasons. No one said you had to use it.”

“This pub sucks! The floor is so gross” That was her buddy, the bleach blonde with a mini skirt up to her cooch.

“Ya got that right,” Gina agreed. The place was a shit hole — dirty, filmed windows and bathrooms so gross no patron would dare to sit. She sucked down a gulp of beer, raising an angry eyebrow at the irritated bartender.

Her knees felt the weight of her sixth beer of the night, coming on the heels of two shots of booze. Stupid bartender — he thought he was so cool, telling her and her girls the door was just for show.

And that smirk on his face! It only grew as she slithered down the front of the bar, hanging on desperately to the edge before finally landing flat on her back. It smelled like vomit and bad cologne down there.

Two female faces and the bartender stared down at her.

He snickered and threw his rag down, where it landed in puddle in her cleavage. “How you liking the floor now?”