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Complaint Received

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story as a response to “we’ve received your complaint.” Who has received the complaint and why? How was the complaint delivered — with grace, humor, vitriol? Go where the prompt leads!

This is my response. I hope you enjoy it.

Complaint Received

“I want to lodge a complaint.”

“You can’t lodge a complaint here.”

“But the sign says, ‘Complaint Department’.”

“It used to be here, but now it’s not.”

“Where is it then?”

“Fourth floor.”

“The elevator’s out of order.”

“I already told you. Fourth floor.”

“How do I get to the fourth floor if the elevator’s not working?’

“Stairs.”

“Where?”

“The stairs are blocked.”

“Fourth floor. Remember?”

“Aaargh!”

“What’s the problem here?”

“I want to lodge a complaint, but the elevator’s broken and the stairs are blocked.”

“We’re aware of the problem. Complaint received. Thank you.”

“But —”

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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Grains of Sand can be read at the Carrot Ranch.

Danger Zone #99WordStories

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a danger zone. It can be an exciting plot-driven story (think “story spine”) or a situation a character must confront. Play with different genres, and use craft elements like tension, tone, and pacing. Go where the prompt leads!

Charli didn’t say it could be nonsense but that’s all I could come up with after a pretty heavy week of writing books about writing for an educational publisher. The work can be draining at times and nonsense is all that is left. I hope it gives you a smile anyway. Smile and carry on.

Quicksand

Stop!

Why?

That’s quicksand.

I can’t see it.

That’s why it’s so dangerous.

It doesn’t look like quick sand.

It never does. Until you start sinking in it.

I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to scare me. I’m going in anyway.

Suit yourself.

Help! Help! Save me!

You don’t look like you need saving to me.

But I’m sinking.

It’s just your imagination.

You said it was quicksand.

I know, but I was joking.

Then why am I sinking?

You’re not sinking. You’re just  — disappearing into the ground? Yikes! It really is quicksand. Help! We’re sinking! Save us!

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Thank you for reading. I appreciate your feedback. Please share your thoughts.

Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Stacking Stones, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.