Flash Fiction: Lights Out

Both of Greg’s eyes had become thin slits, and if they shut completely, the doctor would be forced to stop the fight.

Staggering toward his corner, Greg’s coach acted as his guide dog, steering him the remainder of the way and positioning him on the stool. The doctor’s stare locked on Greg, and the decision to allow the fight to continue or not was a back-and-forth tussle of its own.

The doctor told the referee while exiting the cage, “Neither of those eyes can take any more damage.”

Midway through the round, the tunnel shut on Greg’s vision.

Word Count: 100

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/02/20/100-word-flash-fiction-challenge-6/.

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #6

Welcome to MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge! 

Each week, writers who choose to participate will be given a prompt and 100 words. Much like two mixed martial artists meeting in the cage: a minimal ruleset can create endless possibility and wild excitement. 

Prompted words or themes will be posted each Monday, and writers will have until Sunday evening to share their entry. Once you are done, create a pingback—following the inserted instructions (here)—or add a link to your entry in the comments section.

Directions:

Write 100 words.

Use the current week’s word or theme prompt.

Create a pingback or add your link in the comments section.

Tell a fellow blogger!

Prompt Word: Round

Ten-Sentence Story Challenge #5

Welcome to MMA Storytime’s Ten-Sentence Story Challenge! 

Each week, writers who choose to participate will be given a prompt and ten sentences. Much like two mixed martial artists meeting in the cage: a minimal ruleset can create endless possibility and wild excitement. 

Prompted words or themes will be posted each Monday, and writers will have until Sunday evening to share their entry. Once you are done, create a pingback—following the inserted instructions (here)—or add a link to your entry in the comments section.

Directions:

Write ten sentences.

Use the current week’s word or theme prompt.

Create a pingback or add your link in the comments section.

Tell a fellow blogger!

Prompt Word: Cornerman

Song Lyric Sunday: Mickey

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the prompt sweet talked writers into locating the word babe, cutie, doll, honey, or sweetie in either the title or somewhere in the lyrics. Words of endearment help personalize a relationship, and the same can be true for MMA fans when a particular fighter uses a walkout song that coincides perfectly with their name, personality, and fighting style. When Mickey Gall, a UFC welterweight, walks out to Toni Basil’s hit “Mickey,” the crowd can’t help but tap their toes. 

Lyrics to “Mickey”:

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey

Hey Mickey

You’ve been around all night and that’s a little long

You think you’ve got the right, but I think you’ve got it wrong

Why can’t you say goodnight? So you can take me home Mickey?

‘Cause when you say you will, it always means you won’t

You’re givin’ me the chills, baby, please, baby don’t

Every night you still leave me alone Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Hey Mickey

Now when you take me by the hooves, who’s ever gonna know

And every time you move I let a little more show

There’s something you can use, so don’t say no Mickey

So come on and give it to me anyway you can

Anyway you want to do it, I’ll take it like a man

But please baby, please don’t leave me in the damp Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you’re so fine

You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh Mickey, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand?

It’s guys like you, Mickey

Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don’t break my heart, Mickey

Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don’t understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Five Line Fiction: Destiny

He stood at the top of the heap, hoisting the championship strap over his head.

Some said it was luck.

Others claimed his management firm made all the right moves.

His teammates, however, attested to his work ethic in the gym.

During the post-fight interview, he shared into the microphone, “This was my destiny!”

Prompted from Friday’s Five Lines or Less Challenge at: https://patriciasplace.me/2020/01/31/friday-5-lines-or-less-8/.

Six-Sentence Story: Don't Count Him Out

The commentators sitting cage side were drawn toward the edge of their seats as Sirens called Odysseus from out at sea. 

Hypnotized by the striking clinic on display at the hands of a Brazilian legend in—known simply as “Vibora,” which meant viper in Portuguese—the play-by-play discussion led viewers to believe: the knockout was a forgone conclusion. 

In the moment, their analysis didn’t sound home cooking. Human bodies, typically, aren’t supposed to absorb that much punishment, but when you’re a Russian wrestler built like a stack of Legos, it seemed otherwise.

“Vibora” stabbed at his stocky opponent with a combination of two left jabs and an overhand right, punctuated with a tenderizing leg kick. 

When the punches missed, the outsider, in one, dynamic motion, snatched the flying leg from the sky, hoisted “Vibora” above his head, smashed him into the canvas, and sent shockwaves through the now silenced arena.

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/01/22/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-91/.

Ten-Sentence Story Challenge #2

Welcome to MMA Storytime’s Ten-Sentence Story Challenge! 

Each week, writers who choose to participate will be given a prompt and ten sentences. Much like two mixed martial artists meeting in the cage: a minimal ruleset can create endless possibility and wild excitement. 

Prompted words or themes will be posted each Monday, and writers will have until Sunday evening to share their entry. Once you are done, create a pingback—following the inserted instructions (here)—or add a link to your entry in the comments section.

Directions:

Write ten sentences.

Use the current week’s word or theme prompt.

Create a pingback or add your link in the comments section.

Tell a fellow blogger!

Prompt Word: Gloves

10-Sentence Story: Fight

Ronda Perkins pointed to the blue corner, “Are you ready?” Then, she pointed to the red corner, “Are you ready?” Lastly and in customary fashion, she clapped her hands, pointed to the center of the cage, and hollered, “Let’s give em’ a show!”

The rush after refereeing five of the nine mind-bending bouts at Death Circle 7 lingered as Ronda’s 2006 Nissan Maxima crawled toward the exit. As the sedan’s taillights dulled, signaling its assimilation into the major thoroughfare’s flow, they were ripped from view by a howling missile—a Ford F-150 traveling 70 in a 45. 

Screeching tires and an eerie disfigurement of metal drew the remainder of the crowd leaving the venue. When the members of the region’s tight knit MMA community realized it was Ronda being extracted from the mangled vehicle with the jaws of life, they encircled her with silent prayers as well as trumpeting encouragement.

“You got this Ronda!”

Ronda would require a championship caliber fight on her road to recovery.

Before taking her first steps in physical therapy—after three operations and nine months of healing—the doctor asked her, “Are you ready?”

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s 10-Sentence Story Challenge at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/01/13/ten-sentence-story-challenge-1/.