Introducing Fractured Fridays

Introducing Fractured Fridays
October 2, 2015 2 Comments Friday Fiction, Writing Prompts Stephanie Ayers

A couple of summers ago, I had the great fun of collaborating with other writers to produce “Flip Flop Fiction.” Using the Mad Hatter and his hat as the mode of time travel, characters from one story would make an appearance in another story and change it. We had wonderful fun twisting the fairy tales. When we were coming up with ideas for the writing site, Fractured Fiction came to mind. A.L. Mabry suggested we do it with nursery rhymes instead, so, voila! Our Write Side proudly presents Fractured Fridays: fractured flash fiction, putting new spins on the nursery rhymes we all know and love.

The rules are simple:

  1. Read the nursery rhyme.
  2. Read the challenge.
  3. Write a story 700 words or less answering the challenge.
  4. Share the url to your story in the comments OR, if you don’t have your own blog, share your story in the comments. Either way, it will be seen.
  5. Please keep your stories pg-13 or under since this is a public page. Add trigger warnings where necessary. Keep vulgarity to a minimum.
  6. Have FUN!

Now, are you ready for the prompt?

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone….

(c) Aberdeen Art Gallery & Museums; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

(c) Aberdeen Art Gallery & Museums; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

Your challenge this week:

When she got there, her cupboard weren’t bare, so tell me tell me, what’s hiding there?

You have until Thursday, October 8, 11:59 pm to reveal the contents of Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. Do you dare?

Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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  1. 2 Comments

    A.L. Mabry

    Old Mother Hubbard
    Went the cupboard
    To get her poor dog a bone
    But when she got there
    The cupboard was not bare

    From somewhere inside
    Something there did hide
    Nothing the lady did own
    It reached for her face
    A thing she could not place

    The claw did protrude
    All twisted and crude
    In fear Old Mother did moan
    It slashed at her cheek
    And let loose with a shriek

    Old Mother Hubbard
    Fit in the cupboard
    In bits and broken pieces
    The dog got a bone
    And remained there alone

    A new cupboard the creature does seek…

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      Stephanie Ayers

      This is exactly what I had in mind when I put the prompt together.


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