Add a Something Flash Fiction.

Here’s a boost to get creative with some buddies in your spare time. Let go of control of the narrative, and enjoy or look on in horror at where the story ends! For those who believe in having a bit of a laugh. By the way, breaking the rules really means you can break the rules. Be creative! Write only one word. Or ten. It can be nonsense, that’s fine. Let’s get rid of any writer’s blocks and get the words flowing from the brain, prompting others to follow suit.

Choose a Title:

  1. Chainsaws Bite.
  2. Whose Dog Ate That?
  3. The Piano Thief.

150 Words Flash Fiction

The first person writes the first 50 words.

The second person writes the second 50 words.

The third person writes the third 50 words.

That makes the Beginning, the Middle, and the End.


Anyone can contribute a photograph or picture to go at the top of the story.

Rules can be broken.

More than one story can be started at a time. Choose a title, and get started, and then join in on other beginnings, or middles, or ends. You’re welcome to add them here as comments, or start them on your own blog and link here to attract others to join in on your blog.

I’ll comment below to get it all started. Hmmmm…. which title will I choose….. oh, feel free to choose your own title and get started like that!

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  1. Chainsaws Bite: The Beginning

    Never saw it coming, ‘scuse the pun. It just up and bit me, no provocation. Never ‘ad a chance to run. They should keep ’em on leads, and chain ’em up! Who says they behave when well fed? It had a pile of crumbs left of its last meal!

  2. The chainsaw moved toward her window as if a phantom. She thought quickly before she became the next victim. She grabbed carrots she meant to give her rabbit out of a bag, opened the window, & threw them at the saw. Her eyes widened; it turned off! Apparently saws hate vegetables.

  3. movingsherbaz

     /  Tuesday, 9 July 2013 at 9:02 pm

    Mind if I add? πŸ™‚ … Unfortunately, the chainsaw fell to the ground as it had lost its flying power, and hit the head of the armless carpenter. This caused the carpenter to lose the memory of the last 20 minutes. So, he switches it on again, because he realized his job wasn’t yet completed. He is oblivious to the fact that he had lost an arm. In his unwilling stupidity, he had awakened the phantom again! He tries to switch the “chainsaw” off… But then realizes he has lost his primary arm. He quickly changes position, and…

    Thanks Tarina for inviting me, this seems to be alot of fun! πŸ˜€

    • Hi movingsherbaz, yes you are welcome here! Tarina will be back on in about 12hrs πŸ™‚ I’m sure she’ll be pleased to have a bit more chainsaw fiction to chew on in the morning!

    • …the saw leapt from his grasp and shuddered over the ground. As it rose up towards him again, he realised that this was nothing natural, but there was nothing he could do about it now. It roared and swept his head off in a heavy arc, then zoomed up towards the woman’s window again, infuriated at being defeated the first time.
      Just as it was about to break through the glass, something hit the off-switch and it fell back down to the ground. The woman in the room was gaping in disbelief as she watched several flying axes and hatchets hack the chainsaw to pieces. It seemed to be an execution of sorts.

      I’m glad you came along Sherbaz! πŸ˜€

  4. To WilderSoul,

    I’m glad to have joined, because I love to hang around creative people like everyone here! … Thank you so much for welcoming me. And yes, Tarina does enjoy gore content (as she tells me) Sorry Tarina, it’s the truth. Hahaha πŸ˜›
    Oh, and one more thing WilderSoul, If this “Story completion” idea was yours. Hats off bro/sis for your creativity! You’ve just innovated a means of creating random stories, built by people of different mindsets. This innovation can be used for people who aren’t that good with story-writing. In fact, you can make an entire website out of this idea! πŸ˜€
    You should try to go bigger with this idea, or make it even better! πŸ™‚

    To Tarina,

    Thank you my friend! πŸ™‚
    And you couldn’t help but kill the chainsaw, did you? πŸ˜› Lol let’s see how I can change that! It’s on now! πŸ˜›

    Continuation of the story:

    As the woman opens her eyes, realizing she hasn’t had one scratch on herself. She quickly leaps toward the window, in an attempt to inquire as to what happend to the ChainSaw. She sees all the Axes chopping the evil ChainSaw to bits and pieces, till each of the ChainSaw’s nuts and bolts were shredded like “Cheddar Cheese”. The woman runs down her building with the excitement of thanking the heroic tribe of “Axes”. As she exits the building, she runs toward the axes. She says, “Thank you so much, all of you! I’m so thankful that you saved me!” … She awaits the reply of the Axes, but with no result. The Axes continue to float ignorantly.
    Then the Axes turn around and stare at the woman, almost like they’re Zombies.
    The woman realizes that they’re not friendlys’. With every step she takes back, the axes move closer. She quickly turns around and makes a run. Her speed is no match to the lightning-fast speed of the Axes.
    The Axe was just about to strike her neck, but it’s whack gets blocked by a tree that immediately sprouts up from the ground. The tree grows and grows, till it reaches at least 200 feet! … The Axes stare up at the huge tree in fear and despair, as they were watching this tree grow, 10 more trees grew around the area! The axes realized that they’re no match for the “Guardians of the Forest”… (Please continue onwards) πŸ™‚

    I’m sorry if I can’t write a shorter story, I’m just not that good at writing yet. πŸ™‚

    • Thanks for your kind and encouraging words Sherbaz! I like how the trees save the day! The aim of this is not so much to create a masterpiece of literary fiction; it is more to let the creativity flow, and to interact with others who are also ‘letting their hair down’ metaphorically-speaking. I wanna add something to the story….. here goes! (next comment…)

  5. When the bedraggled wild-eyed woman banged on my door, I let her in, and immediately treated her for shock. She trembled uncontrollably, and stuttered out words about Axes, ChainSaws and seemed euphoric as she described guardian trees that rocketed skyward like beansprouts on a moist sunny day. My name is Martha, she repeated, I’ve been a prisoner for twelve years… The Axes must have held a grudge against the ChainSaw. Now I am free!

    (It was just as well, too, because as I gathered up pieces of her story like the nuts and bolts of the decimated ChainSaw, I realised that she had run out of Carrots!)

    Huddled by my fireplace in the quickly darkening eve of night, wrapped in thick woolly blankets, Martha looked small and fragile. I nestled a pillow behind her shoulders and she leaned her head back into it gratefully, closing her eyes. I remembered my own ChainSaw Bite. And my unbelievable escape. As her incoherent mumbles trailed off into deep slumber, my vivid memories returned…

  6. movingsherbaz

     /  Sunday, 14 July 2013 at 3:50 pm

    You’re very welcome WilderSoul! Yeah! I gave the trees a pretty interesting role I guess. πŸ˜€ … I see, that’s true, that’s the reason I joined this thing, because of the nice people around here! And sorry for this late reply, I was kind of busy with Ramadhan preparations. πŸ™‚

  7. movingsherbaz

     /  Sunday, 14 July 2013 at 4:16 pm

    (Continuation) My vivid memories returned. They were seeming to push away all other thoughts. I remembered, “It was the time when I was a kid, It was a pleasant sunny day. There was a cold breeze. Me and my dad were walking towards a beautiful tree that was overarching to form the shelter of many small animals like, squirrels and birds.”
    This sight was so overwhelming and beautiful that the author dwells in it for quite a while. Until, she is reminded about the absolutely dark part of thier day that day. She jolts in fear as she remembers the cracking of a tree, deep within a forest. She and her dad thought, that it must be illegal woodcutters, chopping down the forest. They go there to investigate, as they peek past a bush, they turn speechless and stiff, as they saw the flying chainsaws bringing death to all those poor trees.
    They both attempt to quitely get out of there unseen. But, they fail to do so. As they moved forward, they encountered a chainsaw which was moving in its path towards another tree. Now, they were standing motionless infront of the chanisaw, as it was getting ready to pounce…

    • The man threw himself in front of his daughter as the saw flew towards them. It nicked her arm, but her father held it off. “Run!” he cried, and she did so, too frightened even to scream. She looked back after a few meters, noticing her father was not following, and was horrified to see blood pooling on the ground. “Keep running!” her father yelled as the saw kept attacking him. “Keep going, don’t stop! Don’t stop…”
      She opened her eyes to remind herself she was still in the present, and not watching her dad getting murdered by chainsaws. She realised that the trees, after all these years, must have found a way to fight back… and had protected her from the flying axes earlier. She was safe.

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