Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike


So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: Greedy

30 thoughts on “Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

  1. She was a greedy cat, always the first there when you called dinnertime. She ate fast, gulping her food. Then she’d start gulping down the other cat’s food too. When the others finally arrived to eat, she would slash at them with her claws and hiss. Such a bad kitty!

  2. Nathan pulled himself up on the kitchen chair and reached for the plate of cookies that Nana had just set out. Her back was to him so he made his daring move. *SMACK* Nathan sat back down in the chair tears welling in his eyes as he held his hand. Nana stood there facing him.
    “No need to be greedy little one, you already had your treats.”

  3. ‘How greedy of her!’ Riley thought angrily. ‘How dare she have that snack while I sit here, ignored and starving?! I’ll show her!’

    With a raucuous crow, the little blue quaker parrot flew to his mistress’ shoulder, leaned forward and triumphantly broke away most of the nacho chip from between her teeth. Happily chirping he flew back to his perch, prize firmly clutched in his beak. Ignoring her delighted laughter at his audacity, Riley settled down to feast.

  4. Eagerly the wallaby clicked on the vignettes prompt. Soon, soon, everything the wallaby wanted in this world would be won. Admiration, likes, groans of outrage over vile puns, hurled carp – all would be heading the wallaby’s way.

    Stunned, the wallaby’s eyes bulged. “Greedy? Greedy? What can I do with that?”

    1. Okay, my first thought was “Space Marine Midwife”, that could be cool.
      Of course, I was actually thinking of marine medics birthing babies in a war zone. A man I knew, a medic in Vietnam, birthed a lot of children while he was over there. Of course, he was the only medical personnel a lot of them had ever seen, aside from the local witch doctor. (No, not the local religious leader. Witch Doctor!)
      It was the rest of the SJW drivel that ruined the idea.

  5. “It’s hydophilic. That means water loving. It readily reacts with H2O. It’s the most hydrophilic compound know; a bizarre, natural, gift from Mars. It’s exothermic, and dangerous in enclosed containers.”

    “So it’s greedy for water and will make the tank explode.”

    “That’s what I said. Could we please run faster?”

  6. Ultrascientific New Discovery: Environmentalism Causes Autism

    SEOUL, Korea- Medical researchers at the Hwarangdae Institute collaborating with the Tokyo University Agronomy department have identified the mechanism behind autism, and the reason why incidence has increased. “Autism is caused by newly discovered type of allergic reaction in early childhood. If so, why would we see an increase in cases? It turns out that most domesticated crops have been heavily selected for pollens whose allergic properties are gentler than normal. Green space in cities, wildlife reserves, and bringing children to areas not heavily developed are implicated.” says Dr. Yasunori Kato, insect pollination expert.

  7. The wolf paused briefly, looking left, looking right, as if it couldn’t decide whether it wanted the sheep, the shepherd, or both. Some distance downwind, the young woman drew her bow, glad that her target had stopped moving. The wolf had only half a second to reflect on its rapacity.

  8. Eulalia prattled all the way to the beach about the possibilities of shipwreck, and the treasures, gold and jewels and fine cloth and rich spices, that might be swept ashore. Astra, plodding along after the girls, thought that if she had known, she would have forbidden Eulalia to come, and if that failed, banned the expedition.

  9. She suddenly hated the Mother Superior with an ardor like a bonfire, greedily longed for the quiet hours of the convent, and dreaded every step of their journey.
    But what could they do? When the emperor donated a hunting lodge to become a convent, one accepted

  10. The brownies might think the books were neatly arranged. If they were not given the strangest and most ill-fitting titles ever, that was not true. Halley eyed them and felt greedy beyond belief. So much knowledge. (And with them closed, she could feign that they all were well-written and truthful.)

  11. “A number of factions have emerged among the Council of the Interregnum. The most troubling are the Wolverines, who have ties with several of our enemies. Their leader is known as Gulo, although we are confident that is a pseudonym.”
    “How so? I thought it was common in Parfennon for people to go by a single name.”
    “True, but ‘Gulo’ is not Parfenese. It’s Latin. Specifically the genus of the wolverine in scientific nomenclature, although in Church Latin it means ‘glutton.’ And both senses are apt, by the way.”

  12. “That’s it, a little further, slowly, slowly – OK, that’s good, no,don’t get greedy…”

    The air dam scraped across the curb, rasping as if the front of the car had been torn out. The driver stopped and shifted into Park.

    “Oh, you mean like that?”

  13. Greedy was sad… so sad he had become withdrawn from the world around him. He knew many people did not like his family because of his father’s job, but his father had always been good to him.

    Now Greedy would never see his father again. All because Han shot first.

  14. But if it tries sometimes it can get what it needs.

    The Media Can’t Get What It Wants
    By Sarah Hoyt
    Just before leaving for an international flight, I charged up my Kindle Fire, in case I should need to edit amanuscript onn the plane.

    This is when I discovered that the Kindle Fire had helpfully signed me up to the Washington Post (Motto: Democracy Dies in Darkness as we Smother Truth with a Pillow) as my news source of choice.

    This was mildly annoying but not normally worth writing about. At least in the sense that all my electronics have tried to stick me with some variant of left-even-for-MSM news source at one time or another. (My phone takes the cake, as when I called to demand they unsubscribe me from their “choice” of news from CNN to the Huffington Post) the rep tried to guilt me with “Do you not wish to stay informed?” (This is when seven languages and a vast gutter vocabulary came in handy.)

    But the featured article from the Washington Post (Motto: Democracy Dies in Darkness, and that’s why we Sponsor Earth Hour) was this one: As Trump ranted and rambled in Phoenix, his crowd slowly thinned.

    I don’t even know if what the report purports to tell us is true. In fact I will never know because the loaded terms in the headline tell me the person reporting it is completely in the can for Anti-Trump, and unable to think outside it.


    Editorial observation: What Amaz[on]ing connection exists between Kindle and the Washington Post?

      1. Amazon (or rather, Jeff Bezos) owns the Washington Post. Thus offering it on Kindle is what the lying bastards consultants call “synergy” and what anti-trustees in earlier times called “vertical integration.”

  15. So the topic is “greedy”? But I’m not in the mood to explain why Marxism, and socialism in general, is evil!

    [I normally avoid the vignettes, but this is what popped into my mind as I tried to scroll past this one…and now I have an essay bubbling in my mind about how Capitalism *isn’t* based on greed, while Socialism *is*…and at the same time, I have some sort of urge to expand the above sentence into a short story…and I almost certainly don’t have the time to work on either one…]

  16. A soft cheer went up. It had worked!
    The beast was trapped atop the edifice, its path up destroyed by the valiant warriors.
    Children were carried swiftly across the barren plain, the traditional cover scoured away by the master of the land.
    The exodus was almost finished when disaster struck. The Master arrived.
    “What are you doing Greedy Guts?” a high pitched, singsong voice asked, “Did you get caught up there? You silly thing. Mommy will help you down.”

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