Leave a message…Writing contest

7 Feb

 I’m a big fan of writing contests and flash fiction. Why? Because it forces me to write. Like many I struggle with motivation and discipline. In my opinion, writing is a discipline and craft more than it is an art form. I have started many stories and they sit unfinished or crumpled up or abandoned completely, hidden somewhere in the depths of drawers and folders probably gone for good. Good riddance! 

Contests provide structure and timeline, forcing you to write. The story may not turn out the way you planned, but it’ll turn out and it will be complete. Keep writing. 

That being said, I stumbled upon NPR’s 3-Minute fiction writing contest and thought I’d give it a go. The rules are simple: 600 words or less, and the story has to be in the form of a voice-mail. Everything else is up to you. Unfortunately the rules only allow US residents to submit their stories. So I’m already out!

Nonetheless, here is my silly little story called Do You Remember Me. I highly suggest you give it a shot and try it out and see what you can come up with! 

Here’s a link to the actual contest page: http://www.npr.org/2013/02/02/170802328/three-minute-fiction-round-10-leave-a-message-after-the-beep



Hello, this message is for Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson this is the health clinic calling and we received your test results from the lab and I’m happy to tell you the results came back and they were positive.

Oh, wait. Shoot!

No. I mean the opposite. They were negative. Your results came in and they were negative. Which is positive! That’s what I meant to say- I’m sorry, I’m new here; I even made a mental note. Like a kind of song. “Negative is positive, positive is negative.” So, yeah. You’re all good. Everything is good. You’re not sick! Oh, man…

Anyway. Okay, this is going to sound a little weird over the phone…but do you remember me? I was the girl working the front desk? You came in and said it was raining cats and dogs and I said, “well I hope they’re all alright.” And you laughed? And then you said I was funny? And then I laughed? Okay, this is going to sound a little weird over the phone…but I thought you were cute and handsome.  I’m sorry, I know. It’s weird! And I’m sure I’m breaking some kind of confidentiality right now or something but-

-Ok, no problem. Yeah, ok. I’ll do it when I’m finished with these files. Ok. Sure.

Sorry about that. That was Donna. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Right. Okay, so here’s the thing. Meeting people in the city sucks. And I haven’t been able to go out much having just finished school and I just started this job and want to make a good impression…and like, the whole online scene hasn’t been panning out. Honestly, t’s just a bunch of creepers, you know? Some of the dates I’ve been on, good God! You know?

And from your chart I see you’re only couple of years older than me, and that you were getting mandatory blood work done for a new job- congratulations by the way! What’s the job? I also noticed no band on your ring finger, I mean, you could have a girlfriend, you probably have a girlfriend or whatever, but, I don’t know. Do you have a girlfriend? Oh my God, I’m sorry. That’s none of my business. How nosy am I?-

-Hello, Mr. Horowitz.  I’ll be with you in a moment, if you can please take a seat.

Sorry about that. Mr. Horowitz. He comes in every week for a check-up, even though there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s like eighty or something. He’s cute. I think he’s scared of death. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. So Adam, can I call you Adam? I can call you Mr. Anderson if you’re into that kind of thing…Oh  my God! What did I just say?! I’m so sorry! That’ so embarrassing.

Okay this is crazy, I’m sorry. My name is Lisa. And, I think you’d like me. I don’t know…you’d think in a crowded city there’d be no room for being lonely…Yeah. Okay…

If you want we can start off as Twitter or Facebook friends? Or do you do the whole Instagram thing? I saw you had an iphone. I liked your shoes. Oh my god. Okay, I’m done. This is so embarrassing. Please don’t think I’m crazy. I’m not really. I ramble a lot when I’m nervous. I don’t do this kind of thing ever. EVER. Okay. Whatever.

Umm, you have my number if you want- well, the clinics number. Ask for Lisa. Wait. Actually my cell number is-



2 Responses to “Leave a message…Writing contest”

  1. dirtpoet February 11, 2013 at 4:46 pm #

    Hey Nikprose– just a little creepy, eh? And funny. Nice work, Jim

  2. Making an Entrance February 14, 2013 at 9:43 pm #

    Hahaha 🙂 loved it

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