Micro-Fiction Roundup XLVI: Going Solo

October 7, 2011 in Micro-Fiction Roundup

Caught In the Act!Hi, everyone! I am on my way out to go drink and dance the night away, so I’ll be brief since I know you’re all probably not going to read this until tomorrow morning after your hangovers have subsided to a dull roar. Remember, lots of water and an ibuprofen before you go to sleep. I’ve found sleeping by the toilet eliminates the drunken bobbing and weaving on the way to expel your stomach contents. Yay for Fridays! Anyhow, quick recap of the entries:

  • MilitantRubberDucky – Medicine Day
  • Perverseus – Spitballs At Noon
  • Chillbear Latrigue – Soup Society
  • Perverseus – The Fall of Western Civilization
  • Chillbear Latrigue – Animal Stratego
  • Jamaica007 – Nuances
  • Gotta-Have-Cereal – Midnight
  • Skahammer – Contradictions of Capitalism
  • 5oclockSomewhere – The Sun Shined
  • Jamaica007 – Homeless

These were all just great, and I’m glad to see we drew some of our long lost friends out to play. The incomparable Skahammer was our judge; here’s his long, thought out decision on which one of you stole the show:

My pick for the winner of the current MicroFiction contest is perverseus’ “Spitballs at Noon.”

Okay, right then. YAY, Perverseus! Congratulations! Here’s the gavel, don’t violate anybody with it (unless they want you to, of course). Normally, I pick the theme based on the winning entry, however we have a special request inspired by The DuchessThe Internet is a Cruel Mistress: Adults Caught Masturbating. Yes, Duchess, you can only blame yourself for this one.

Rules

Your entry must be 101 words or less; if you choose to title your piece, the title will not count against your word count. There is no limit on the amount of entries you can submit.

  1. You will have two weeks to submit an entry; the deadline will be Tuesday nights at midnight. This will give the judge 48 hours to submit his or her selection to me by Thursday night at midnight. (That’s the midnight that leads into Friday, not the midnight that leads Wednesday to Thursday. You’d think some [read: me] would know this. You’d be wrong though.) The deadlines were originally Wednesday and Friday, respectively, but I goofed and now it’s fixed to give the judges and me (mostly me) time to get up the new topic.
  2. If I don’t receive the judge’s selection by one of the established methods (e-mail, Wordsmoker messaging or Facebook private messaging) I will be forced to make the selection so as not to delay the next week’s competition.
  3. The winner of Micro-Fiction Roundup automatically assumes the responsibility of judging the next week’s competition. Obviously that person can still submit writing, but can’t pick themselves as the winner. Otherwise we could end up with some sort of ridiculous perpetual judge situation.
  4. In the interest of keeping tradition, I will try to select themes based upon the previous week’s submissions when possible.
  5. REMINDER: You are allowed and encouraged to submit multiple entries.

Alright, my harem of lewd and lascivious deviants, go write about your experiences getting caught those few times complete works of fiction about getting caught rubbing one out.

 

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/belltolls/ Belltolls

    Congratulations perverseus. (In the manner of skahammer.)

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/perverseus/ perverseus

    Thank you kindly. I shall endeavor to judge the next group of entries with a detached, stoic demeanor worthy of the topic. After all, I cannot judge from experience on this one; masturbation is against the Bible, you know. Well, probably, anyway. Start typing folks — 101 words shouldn’t take too long, even with one hand.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/thedutchess/ theDutchess

    Nice work, Perverseus.

    And, I was only jerking it metaphorically. Getting off with words.

    Really looking forward to this round of micro fiction.

    (also, did someone diddle the profile part of Wordsmoker? I can’t add an avatar or change my password. Help!)

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    The Most Natural Thing in the World

    Herbert Hoover Latrigue: “Sit down, Chill.”

    Newport News Virginia Latrigue: “We want to talk to you about your behavior.”

    Chillbear: “Well, gee whiz, mom. What’d I do?”

    NNVL: “Well, we’re concerned about how you’ve been playing with your toys.”

    Chillbear: “While I appreciate your concern, they’re my toys— ”

    HHL: “Don’t backtalk your mother!”

    NNVL: “Herbie, calm down. Chill, it’s what your doing with those, um, rocky socky—”

    HHL: “Jesus Christ, she means the Rockem Sockem Robots! We want you to quit diddling yourself on them. Got me? You’re gumming up the works.”

    NNVL: “It’s a little gross, Chilly”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/latterdaylenin/ Latterday Lenin

    Yay! Congrats be to Perv and thanks be to Ducky!

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    And Stuff

    “Hello?”

    “Hey.”

    “Hey. What’s up?”

    “Nothing, had a free moment, thought I’d call and say hi. What are you up to?”

    “Nothing, just surfing the web and stuff…”

    He catches me in the act far more than he knows. I always want to tell him, to arouse him, but I don’t. Instead, I challenge myself to steady my breathing and contribute to the conversation, “Mm-hmming” and “Uh-huhing” my way straight to a searing, sticky, dripping finish.

    “Are you alright? You seem…distracted.”

    “Mm-hmm. I’m great. Just great.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/latterdaylenin/ Latterday Lenin

    Star Wars: Episode 3.5

    The Clone Wars. A gridlocked Galactic Senate. The gruesome deaths of Count Dooku, Mace Windu, his beloved Padme. His children ripped from him and whisked away to opposite ends of the universe.

    When it seemed like Anakin couldn’t take anymore, he would close his eyes and see Padme’s face, that night on the balcony over Couroscant.

    “You are so beautiful,” he said.

    “That’s only because I’m so in love.”

    His thighs quaked. “Padme!” he cried out in lustful agony.

    “ANNIE! ANNIE YOUSA NOT GONNA BELIEVE DIS!”

    Anakin jumped. “Jar-Jar! Would you knock, please!”

    “ANNIE WHATS YOUSA DOING? ANNIE NOOOOOO!”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/latterdaylenin/ Latterday Lenin
  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    WAR IS A FORCE WHICH GIVES US….

    No army plans a bayonet engagement. But surviving one still requires readiness.

    The squad met no resistance in the trenchline. But at a turn, the invaders were surprised from the rear: A one-man ambush!

    The corporal whirled and plunged his blade into the enemy soldier’s chest. The man collapsed, spurting blood.

    The corporal gasped. He was still alive. They all were.

    Then he felt what else had happened during the act. Inside his sweaty, torn skivvies. Wetness. Warmth. A glow of invincibility.

    The sergeant looked at him and knew immediately. “Kid, it happens to everyone.”

    But not like this, it didn’t.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    @ skahammer:
    MURDER BONER! MURDER BONER!

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/fracturedacetabulum/ FracturedAcetabulum

    PUMPING IRON

    Random dude (RD): “you mind if I work in a set?”
    FracturedAcetabulum (FA): “no problem.”

    RD: “What’s with all the sweat on the bench?”
    FA: “Oh, that’s my buddy Chill. He was doing incline presses here earlier. Dude leaves sweat on the gym equipment all the time.”

    RD: “That’s disgusting!’
    FA: “I know. The management has talked to him about it, but he claims there’s some sort of disorder. I don’t know man, I heard he’s a cop and he gets away with anything.”

    RD: “is he all finished?”

    FA: “yep. He’s in the locker room.”

    (five minutes later in the locker room)

    FA: “CHILL. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE???”

    Chill: “Frack, you wouldn’t understand.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    MilitantRubberDucky wrote:

    @ skahammer:
    MURDER BONER! MURDER BONER!

    Just once I’d like to get through a week without someone yelling that at me.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    JUST CATCHING ON

    Okay, I see you’re upset. But consider this list:

    Every night when you’re out “working late.”

    Each Valentine’s Day and Saint Patrick’s Day.

    Most Sunday afternoons during the NFL season. Plus occasional Monday nights.

    The flight to Aruba.

    That interminable dinner with your parents. Twice, actually.

    And every time you roll off me following your biweekly rendition of “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

    So if you want to bust me now, for getting off with a vibrator and Anaïs Nin — well, okay. But let me ask you this: When did you get so interested in anyone’s pleasure — besides your own?

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    THIS IS NOT THE HELP YOU NEED

    When Sandra’s husband came out as gay, she asked God for help. She got me instead.

    My relations with Sandra are…passionate. She’s been denied physical affection for years.

    But Sandra’s 11-year-old, Danielle, nightly insists on sleeping in our bed. And she never cuddles with Mom — always with me.

    Christ, the way this girl clutches me in her sleep. Always innocently. But her embraces are still hungry, unchildlike. What happens when…?

    …I can’t say it. And I can’t ask a non-stranger for help, obviously. So for the price of that strawberry daiquiri, what’s your advice, mademoiselle? Got any thoughts on this situation?