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    Lean and Mean Challenge- 02/17/20 "Dead"

    *Please read this post entirely before submitting a story to the challenge*

    This week’s contest opens as soon as the clock turns to Monday, US Central Standard Time (12:01 a.m.)

    It closes at the very end of the next Sunday, US Central Standard Time (11:59 p.m.)

    This week’s prompt: "Dead."


    Each week’s winner will receive a $5 Amazon gift voucher, upon providing their email address to Ma'am by (PM) Private Message.

    Prizes are not transferable and can only be awarded in locations that are served by Amazon.

    *** (New) Also, the editors of Flashes of Brilliance may extend an offer of publication to the authors of any stories they especially like.***


    Contests will run weekly for one year, providing there’s enough interest to keep them going.

    Stories can be up to 1,000 words, not including the title. Any that go over that may be disqualified.


    One entry per person.

    In the interests of fairness, this is an anonymous challenge.

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    Administrator's word in any and all matters is final.

    As per WF Rules:

    Plagiarism: All work entered in the challenge must be your own.

    Obscene Material and Gratuitous Violence: Such material is not allowed. What is considered overtly pornographic or otherwise obscene is decided by the staff and is not open to debate. It will be removed immediately. Any description or depiction of child sexual abuse is not only considered obscene, it is a reportable crime in many jurisdictions. Repeat offenders will be permanently banned.

    Strong or explicit language, Mature themes Disclaimers: Infrequent and context-appropriate strong language and mature themes are allowed and a warning must be included with the entry.

    Post Titles: Post titles must be G rated, which means strong language or descriptions of violence or sexual activities are not permitted.Stories must be submitted by 11:59 p.m. US Central Time on the Sunday night that the week’s contest ends. Entries submitted after this time will disqualified.


    As soon as a weekly contest closes to entries, a poll will be posted and voting begins.

    Voting is open to anyone who cares to help us out by voting for their favorite story.

    Voting for your own story is NOT allowed. Doing so will result in disqualification.

    In the event of a tie, a second vote will be held to determine the winner.


    Please refer to the prompt thread for the full list of prompts.

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    God IS Dead (567 words)

    The following was told me by my grandfather on his deathbed. He was ninety-three and had normal mental acuity at the time. This is how he told the story....


    I’ve never told anybody before, and no one can ever prove it. Hell, there's no way they'd believe me.

    At the time, I'd been sitting at home in front of a roaring fire. It was storming outside. The year was 1907 and I was six-years-old at the time. It was sometime in November, in the morning and after breakfast.

    I was playing with my toy train. The engine was a heavy metal monstrosity, large enough to sit on and move with my feet. My parents were outside working, maybe getting the farm animals under cover in the barn or something.

    I remember that my tin soldiers were trying to rob the train, but the larger iron engine plowed right into them, throwing them aside and running over three.

    “Vuuusssh, you’re dead,” I cried out to the poor soldiers. “You can’t stop the Tony Central Railroad.”

    Laughing to myself, I picked the small figures up and set them back up on the linoleum floor next to the fireplace. Getting ready for the next outlaw attack, I arranged the soldiers in a tighter formation, laying wooden clothespins as a barricade for the train to smash through.

    “Choooo, Choooo," I cried, pushing the metal train at the barricaded army.

    Suddenly, the soldiers came to life, firing their little rifles at the engine – metal pellets stinging my hand. I had to let go, even as the engine kept going. The soldiers scattered and one of them threw something at the engine. Whatever it was, it exploded like a firecracker, splitting and charring heavy metal. The toy soldiers swarmed over the train. I could hear tiny yelling, whooping, and screaming as they waved their rifles in the air.

    One of the officers came toward me from the wrecked train.

    “Surprised you didn’t we, Tony?” He was laughing.

    “Ye ... Yeah, you sure did.” I'd never seen tin soldiers fight back before.

    “Who are you?“ I asked. “Are you a little boy, too?”

    “Course not, I’m God.” He nodded, standing up straight. “I can do anything, even make toy soldiers win.”

    “I thought you were big, like my Pa?”

    “I can be any size and shape I want, that’s what God is all about,” He said, voice booming throughout the house.

    “Ha, I can beat you next time. You ain’t no God.”

    “Bet you can’t,” He told me, smugly. “Nobody can beat me, never or ever.”

    “Course I can. I’m smarter than you,” I told Him, scoffing at the insolent piece of tin.

    “I’m tempted. Give me a minute to set things up again, and I’ll really show you, little boy.” He huffed and puffed out a little tin chest, then went back to His toy men. It only took Him a minute to repair the train and set His soldiers up for battle.

    “Okay, little boy, let ‘um roll.” He turned around to talk to His men.

    That’s when I picked up that big old metal train engine and slammed it down on His head. The little man was squashed flat. I buried Him outside in a bare spot in the back forty. Right where that huge golden tree is today. You see, I know God’s dead -- cause I killed Him.

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    This challenge is now closed.

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