Micro Fiction Challenge: Piquant
We’re gonna get pungent on all y’all’s asses this week. But, you know, the good kind of pungent, rather than the kind of pungency that knocks you flat when you’re forced to use the restroom at the Mobil station on 6th and IH-35 North.
“Piquant” is a multi-talented word, and just a whole lot of fun to say. But don’t forget about definition #4 (archaic or not): “Sharp or stinging, especially to the feelings.”
Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a piece of flash fiction using any form of the word piquant. As always, keep your story to 25 words or less, write it out 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 the winner in this space next week (maybe), and we’ll give a shout-out to our favorites on Facebook and Twitter.
“What’s the prize,” you ask. Cripes, can’t we just play for the love of the game? Or for a DVD copy of For Love of the Game? No, both of those ideas suck?
Okay, then. Best entry in this week’s Micro Fiction Challenge wins … WriteByNight library checkout privileges from now until the end of 2013. (Normally available only to members.)
Catch up on past Micro Fiction Challenges to find out what makes a good winner.
“What’s with the piquant glance?” he shouted, strangers shoving into them from all sides. “Who are you calling a Pee Cunt?” she replied.
The leader thus far.
The piquant air drifted into the drafty apartment flooding her memory with visions of India. The smell of the spices filled her mind with color.
“Boy, those first two stories are really piquant.”
“Do you mean pungent?”
“Which is the bad one?”
“Pungent.”
“That’s the one, then. Pungent.”
Well… thanks, J. Sommers for your feedback.
FYI: All WBN blog disputes are settled via cage match.
J’s story was stinging to the feelings of Geordi. i.e., piquant. Methinks Geordi should enter again and write a story that attacks J. with piquancy.
“Pass the piquant sauce.”
“Huh?”
“‘Picante’ comes from ‘piquant.'”
“Your fascination with entomology is killing us.”
“Entomology? But I hate bugs.”
“Eat your chips.”
The piquant taste bit at her palate as she swirled the fork in her mouth. He’d been a good neighbor, but an even better meal.
She uttered those piquant words about my gut. I lashed back, “No Beatrice, I haven’t done any sit-ups. Have you practiced not being a bitch?”
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The results are in, ladies & gents!
https://www.writebynight.net/news-events/piquant-results/
Thanks so much for playing along with us. And stay tuned for the next one.