Friday, November 11, 2016

Flash Fiction Contest #22

Thanksgiving is coming up and what better way to celebrate than with pie? And in case the asterisk is a little hard to read, it states: Entry must contain a made-up pie name (make us wish it were real!) and the word 'taste-buds'.

So give us the best fictional pie to have ever crossed our taste- buds!

Rules for the contest can be found here.
Winner will be announced Sunday around noon.


  1. "Pie!" said Angie. "I want pie!"

    "Fine. Fine." I said. If she wanted a stupid birthday pie, I'd get her a stupid pie.

    "Cherry," she said. "I want cherry."

    "But it's out of season. Can't I get--"

    "Cherry," Angie insisted. "With chocolate sprinkles."

    "On cherry pie?"

    She crossed her arms. “Don’t you make fun of Sprinkle-berry pie."

    I shook my head. "Okay, sprinkles. Anything else?"

    "Whipping cream. Oh, and pickles. I'm craving pickles."

    I sighed. "You'll find your taste-buds again after the kid is born, right? Right?"

  2. Ha! Great ending there. And I could totally get behind a sprinkle pie...sans the pickles. ;)

  3. My brother, Jack, wants to dress like a clown for Thanksgiving.

    He’s an idiot.

    “You’ll get Mom’s Bourbon Apple Peach Pie in the face,” I say.

    He laughs.

    That morning I roast the turkey while classic 80’s songs drift through the house. The place smells of cinnamon and nutmeg. My taste-buds practically faint.

    The doorbell rings, family arrives. My heart races.

    Another knock.

    Oh no, I groan internally.

    A clown stares back with empty eyes, steps inside. I wince.

    Awkward pause. Minutes pass.

    The door opens again. Jack comes in, confusion on his face.

    My jaws drops.

    The clown smiles.

    Laura L. Zimmerman @lauralzimm

    1. Yikes, I think that Thanksgiving is going to end in some yellow police tape! (actually, I imagine that Jack tackles the clown and takes him down, and everyone lives to enjoy a turkey leg, lol!)


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