Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The 5 Minute Fiction Trifecta

One of my favorite online writing competitions is held over at Leah Petersen's website every Tuesday from 1:30 PM until 1:45 PM Eastern.

Called "5 Minute Fiction" it's pretty self-explanatory. In her words from the contest instructions:

And welcome to 5MinuteFiction. That means we write fiction. In five minutes. Shocker, I know.

The Rules

* You get five minutes to write a piece of prose in any style or genre

* You must directly reference today’s prompt:Insert word of the day here

(Note: The prompt is the word. The picture is for decoration/inspiration.)

Once a word is posted, a writer has 5 minutes to come up with a story, write it, revise it and post it on Leah's website.

The pressure is intense. The fun is indescribable. Follow Leah on Twitter: @LeahPetersen and follow the hash tag: #5MinuteFiction for details and reminders.

Why am I writing about this today? Self-indulgent reasons, really. Last night I won my third (and probably final) 5MF. I love this sort of pressure writing.

There are quite a few really great writers who participate each week. And more join in all the time. I recommend you give it a go. See what you come up with in five minutes.

So I present to you my third winning entry. There is some language and sexual content in here so be warned.

5MF Week #18 Prompt: INABILITY

They called it a ‘smart virus.’

A variation of herpes that could target specific DNA types. Read: races.

Once unleashed, it could wipe out an entire ‘targeted group’ within a generation. Maybe two.

It was the ultimate biological weapon with a one hundred percent mortality rate.

“A new sexually transmitted disease,” they said.

“Abstinence is the best way to avoid contracting the always fatal ‘super bug,” they also said.

‘They,’ apparently, were never horny teenagers.

Condoms were useless. Any sort of sexual contact. Kissing, blow jobs–even hand jobs would spread the virus. It didn’t matter.

They must have giggled to themselves when they’d first created it. Then screamed in frustration at their inability to control it.

See, what ‘they’ didn’t realize is that they’d created a real ‘smart bug.’ By smart I mean intelligent. Self-propagating. And self-aware.

They’d created the fucking Einstein of STDs.

Then ‘they’ declared war on the uber-herpes. Uber-herpes declared war back.

In three months it was all over.

As I look down from the International Space Station as the last surviving member of the human race, I try to find fitting last words. The oxygen is in the red now.

I think of Neil Armstrong and his “One small step” speech. What bullshit.

As the last tank goes dry, all I can think to say is “They…were a bunch of assholes.”


Leah Petersen said...

I hope all this "last" talk is a joke. You've been great for 5MinuteFiction. We look forward to your posts every week. I loved this one. Fantastic. I'm jealous of what you manage to do so quickly.

Sessha Batto said...

I loved your entry . . . you had my vote (as usual). I hope this doesn't mean you're going to stop doing 5 minute fiction, I always look forward to your entries - I just wish I could be that on target, even with MORE than 5 minutes ;)

RBW said...

Thanks guys! I'll always read the entries...and perhaps I'll return in the future.

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