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It was a missin’ word case. I’d been ‘ired to find RECEIVE.
A ruthless imposter was trying to steal ‘is identity—impressive disguise but not quite perfect.
I questioned this ‘RECIEVE’.
“Where is ‘e?”
RECIEVE sneered. “Pretend he never existed and I’ll make it worth your while. Pretend it’s always been i before e.”
“I always put my client first,” I snarled. “It’s got to be ‘e before I.”
The Rule giggled drunkenly.
“In the old days everyone obeyed me. Now I’m just ignored…”
“Yeah, yeah,” said the Detective. “Look, Ms. I Before E Except After C—”
“Call me Rule…”
“—’ave you seen RECEIVE or not?”
The Rule stared into her glass. “No.”
The Detective considered her with disgust. “It’s no wonder words won’t obey you. I wouldn’t.”
“Not surprised you think that,” sighed The Rule. “You’re WEIRD.”
You can’t quite put your finger on the point it all started to go wrong.
The work just gradually dried up.
And by the time you understood an imposter had taken over it was too late. You’d been trapped inside the book.
Will no-one ever come to your rescue?
Will no-one ever look at RECIEVE and realise something is awry?
Will no-one ever think of looking in the dictionary?
A ruthless imposter was trying to steal ‘is identity—impressive disguise but not quite perfect.
I questioned this ‘RECIEVE’.
“Where is ‘e?”
RECIEVE sneered. “Pretend he never existed and I’ll make it worth your while. Pretend it’s always been i before e.”
“I always put my client first,” I snarled. “It’s got to be ‘e before I.”
The Rule giggled drunkenly.
“In the old days everyone obeyed me. Now I’m just ignored…”
“Yeah, yeah,” said the Detective. “Look, Ms. I Before E Except After C—”
“Call me Rule…”
“—’ave you seen RECEIVE or not?”
The Rule stared into her glass. “No.”
The Detective considered her with disgust. “It’s no wonder words won’t obey you. I wouldn’t.”
“Not surprised you think that,” sighed The Rule. “You’re WEIRD.”
You can’t quite put your finger on the point it all started to go wrong.
The work just gradually dried up.
And by the time you understood an imposter had taken over it was too late. You’d been trapped inside the book.
Will no-one ever come to your rescue?
Will no-one ever look at RECIEVE and realise something is awry?
Will no-one ever think of looking in the dictionary?
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207 words = 3 x 69.
Written for Flash Fiction Month 2016: Day 11.
Today's challenge:
369 Mystery
Firstly: Your story must be a MYSTERY, of some kind.
Secondly: Your story must be a 369'er - In other words, three separate, but interrelated, stories of exactly 69 words each.
Lastly: You must write your challenge using three different Narrative POV’s or "Points of View" - specifically, First Person, Second Person, and Third Person. That means even if you're writing everything from the perspective of the same character, you'll still need to use a different POV in each 69 word story, though the order in which you use them is up to you.
Written for Flash Fiction Month 2016: Day 11.
Today's challenge:
369 Mystery
Firstly: Your story must be a MYSTERY, of some kind.
Secondly: Your story must be a 369'er - In other words, three separate, but interrelated, stories of exactly 69 words each.
Lastly: You must write your challenge using three different Narrative POV’s or "Points of View" - specifically, First Person, Second Person, and Third Person. That means even if you're writing everything from the perspective of the same character, you'll still need to use a different POV in each 69 word story, though the order in which you use them is up to you.
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You always manage to interpret the challenges in such wonderful ways. Very nicely done! 