Chapter ten of Captured Caroline will not be for a couple of days. Real Life has interrupted me.
Sorry.
At last, some feedback!
Those that included an e-mail address, I responded to... but this one was anonymous:
It's a sick fantasy. People who like snuff stories
(write them and read them for pleasure) have
issues.
Hope you have something better to post in the
future.
Hm...Okay, did I forget to check the "snuff" box? Nope. The story is clearly listed as "Snuff."
Now, I'm guessing that this person, might just be one of those that gave me ones or twos, in the scoring.
What does it say about YOU, Mr/s Anonymous, that you clicked the link, and read my little tale?
I wonder if you felt guilty after coming over a 209 word flash story?
Did you read the blog post about "Anything?"
I'm guessing, no.
Thank You, for the feedback, though. And I'll gladly refund your purchase price, for the story. Just send me your bank info, including the PIN.
A few folksies took the time to open the expanded voting form, just to give "Anything" a 1 or 2 in both plot, and appeal. But they wouldn't take another moment to send feedback as to WHY.
Flash, by definition, is under 500 words. "Anything" is 209 words. Just how much plot development can be done in that space?
1 or 2 for Appeal? I'm confused. You didn't like the snuff? why did you read a story listed as snuff?
Or was it not violent enough for you? (maybe you need help)
Well, since you didn't say why, my response is a resounding, "FUCK YOU!"
I gotta tell you, This one wrote itself.
I was sitting in the shade at the bus terminal, in downtown (mumblemumble), when a (guessing here) 15 year old black girl, just as cute as could be, sat down next to me and offered to do "anything for $50.00" because she needed bus fare to New York.
I didn't say anything, as I studied her through my sunglasses.
She worked herself down, five bucks at a time, to twenty-five, when I interrupted her.
"You're running away from home, ain't cha?" I asked.
She hung her head, and agreed.
That's when I lied to the girl.
"Well, you dumb little bitch, I'm a fucking cop. But I'm off duty, and I do not EVEN want to have to do the paperwork that you would cause me. Get your narrow ass back home to your momma, afore I bust you for everything I can think of!"
She took off, and I heard a deep booming laugh, behind me.
It was a transit cop, leaning against a pillar.
"You ain't no cop," He stated.
"She ain't no whore," I replied.
The smile fell from his face, and he said, "Mebby now, she won't end up that way." He paused, and said, "Or dead." Then he turned and walked away.
I whipped out my phone, thought a moment, about how it might have gone bad for her, if it hadn't been me she approached, Then hammered out "Anything."
Heck, it took longer to tell about it, than it did to write!
Please, keep in mind that there was no editing, proofreading, or spell checking. I upload under this Nom de guerre, those stories that I write on my smart phone.
Your feedback is welcome, though. And, even if I can't respond, I DO read each and every one of them.