Reasons You Should Be In Chat

Reasons You Should Be In Chat

If all you're doing during July is writing thirty-one stories, you're missing out on half the fun. Every day, enough creative energy is expended in the official Flash Fiction Month Chat Room to destroy several city blocks.

We'll be keeping a record of the wackiest, wildest, and weirdest conversations here. That's right. We intend to guilt you into joining in on the fun. Don't be shy.

Have you read something funny, freaky or foolish in the Chat Room? Note us a transcript, and we'll add it to this journal, where everyone else can feel guilty for missing out on all the fun.

What follows, are the top reasons why you should be in chat:

<Vocable> Challenge idea: Write about invisible wars.
<angeljunkie> Vocable: In an invisible war, would the people fighting the war be invisible, or the weapons, or would it be like a thing, where as soon as a battle started everything disappeared? Makes me think of a bunch of mimes running around miming out fighting each other.
<Vocable> hahahaha
<ShadowedAcolyte> MIMEWARS.
<ShadowedAcolyte> I would play that flash game.
<ShadowedAcolyte> ANGRY MIMES.
<ShadowedAcolyte> MIMECRAFT.
<Flash-Fic-Month> Do they use silencers?
<ShadowedAcolyte> *wince*
* Flash-Fic-Month hangs his head in shame
<ShadowedAcolyte> "In Paris's dark underbelly, the world of unlicensed street miming is a world of violence, despair, and betrayal. A world where one talented young mime must choose between family and art, life and liberty, facepaint or a true identity. His choices will affect us all. Coming next September: MIME WARS."


<futilitarian> Christ, the children upstairs are having a screaming contest. How am I supposed to write a bleakly comic urban fantasy about killing neighbours with that racket?
<Vocable> futilitarian: Are they screaming in a painful way?
<Vocable> Actually, that's pretty funny.
<Vocable> A writer trying to write about bleakly killing people while people are being killed bleakly upstairs.
<Vocable> Ooh, and you're imagining yourself bleakly killing them
<Vocable> And they keep screaming because it turns out you are bleakly killing them
<Vocable> Because a fantastic magical creature came across you and granted your wish or your thoughts and brought it into reality
<Vocable> and you write about them dying
<Vocable> and then it turns out they really did die the way you wrote
<Vocable> and the police investigate
<Vocable> and you are the main suspect
<Vocable> it is you
<Vocable> SITUATIONAL IRONY
<futilitarian> Killing my neighbours is my personal urban fantasy.


<Flash-Fic-Month> TheSkaBoss: We love you. Join our collective.
<TheSkaBoss> Do you have t-shirts and cookies? I don't join dark sides for anything less.
<Flash-Fic-Month> Come to the dark side, we have cookies.
<TheSkaBoss> No t-shirt?
<Flash-Fic-Month> We could get t-shirts.
<TheSkaBoss>
** TheSkaBoss has been made a member of The_Assimilated by Flash-Fic-Month *
<Flash-Fic-Month> You have been assimilated, TheSkaBoss. We have added your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own.
<TheSkaBoss> o.o


<Flash-Fic-Month> I take perverse pleasure in taunting all of you.
<ShadowedAcolyte> I know.
<Flash-Fic-Month> But especially futilitarian. Who attempted to resist assimilation.
<futilitarian> resistance was futilitarian


<Darthmat> Hmmm
<Darthmat> Do I write or read?
<darkcrescendo> Both! BOTH! For the love of god BOTH!
<Darthmat> Butbut writing when you read is incredibly difficult, I'd imagine, and vice versa.
<darkcrescendo> The love of god is all about contradictions fool, now do both!


<ShadowedAcolyte> ...idly, "writing on the back of a takeout chinese menu" is a pretty solid prompt.
<Vocable> POEM ON THE BACK OF A TAKEOUT CHINESE MENU
their meat buns
are so plump and soft
when i squeeze them
<The-Inkling> Johnny felt disturbed and slightly aroused, he had never considered his meat buns in that light before. It came as something of a revelation.
<ShadowedAcolyte> He couldn't get that image out of his head. It haunted him as he tossed and turned in his bed at night.
<The-Inkling> The meat buns consumed his every waking moment. He had to find out more about them.
<Vocable> "They're best when they're hot," Denise told him. "Take a big bite, just one, then press your lips to the opening. Don't be afraid to get dirty. Stick your tongue in, feel the warmth and spiciness of the meat."

<futilitarian> TheSkaBoss: You're the prompt assistant. Assist me, promptly.
<TheSkaBoss> Sorry, I've been assimilated.
<futilitarian> that means you can't assist?
<TheSkaBoss> It means I can't assist assimilation resisters.