Micro Fiction Challenge: Fey
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Oh man, you guys are gonna have fun with this one. For this week’s Micro Fiction Challenge we’ve chosen a simple three-letter word that has multiple definitions and is filled with tons of potential for zaniness and/or darkness. And that word, my friends, is “fey.”
Now, fey is British dialect for “doomed; fated to die.” It is also Scottish for “appearing to be under a spell; marked by an apprehension of death, calamity, or evil.” It also can mean “being in unnaturally high spirits, as were formerly thought to precede death.”
(See all definitions here)
That’s a lot to pack in to such a tiny word. Have at it, guys. Wow us. Make us laugh, make us cry, make us hurl. Keep it to 25 words or less, include the word “fey,” leave it in the comments section below, click “Notify” to keep abreast of your competition, and feel free to use a pseudonym if you’re shy.
We’ll announce this week’s winner in this space next Tuesday, and we’ll give a shout-out to our favorites on Facebook and Twitter.
Have at it, my fey friends.
So last week’s Micro Fiction Challenge was a tough call. We enjoyed Amanda’s Shakespearean turn, as well as Week 1 winner Ava Love’s dark piece on doggie death and Micah’s playful … play on Pete and Repeat. But violence and humor, as usual, carry the day.
The winner is Stephanie for the following:
“Over dinners of Campbell’s soup, he’s always saying things like, ‘Smitherman’s data is recondite.’ I love him, but I want to crush his skull.”
Congratulations, Stephanie! You have just won an immense amount of pride.
I sob, telling them it’s monstrous to put her in a box and leave her in the ground. They remind me she’s not claustrophobic anymore.
CRAP. I didn’t read the instructions and use the word “fey.” I’d like to rescind my entry. Sorry.
No problemo, my friend. You’re welcome to enter as many fey stories as you’d like.
He flashed me a fey smile, hitched his proton pack higher onto his back, then turned and strutted away, off to save the world.
The fey fae were fey about being fey. Still, their fate was…no fae.
…How could one resist when a word has so many meanings?
Is fey also a synonym for gay, or am I just dithering in a Nyquil-induced haze of madness?
Her little death, her little squeal sent her moment of fey into the night making the neighbor’s blush with envy.
She was different. The gang of her tormentors hated how she ignored their bullyism. In fey – looking past them, oblivious, into another preferred existence.
“Come to bed, Edgar, your fey stories can wait.”
He looked up, eyed the fallen strap of her raven nightgown, and put down his pen.
[…] Last week’s winner goes by “CR,” for the following story using “fey”: […]