Flash Fiction: Stop Sign!

This was written for Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week’s challenge is to write to a prompt in exactly 99 words. This week’s is sign. It can be literal, like a stop sign, or metaphorical like a twinkle in her eye. It could even be about Ace Of Base if you like old poppy dance music or the M. Night Shyamalan movie about (SPOILER REDACTED).

I accidentally wrote two because the muse said so, and I am at the mercy of the muse. Is that too flashy? One’s kind of sad. The other’s really sad. I’m not sure which is which.

Stop Sign!

She knew she wasn’t ready. How did she let things go this far? She put up the stop sign, but it was too late.

“Stop! Please!”

He didn’t heed her plea. She tried to push him off. The more she fought, the more aggressive he got. She tried to squirm away, but he forced himself on top of her. She wasn’t strong enough. Her head was spinning from the alcohol.

She felt ashamed. She thought it was her fault. She didn’t tell a soul.

Now, she has a baby she can’t stand because he reminds her of her rapist.


Megan lost interest in the things she used to love. Simple pleasures eluded her. She started sleeping more and found she couldn’t concentrate. She avoided her reflection. She became more reserved and withdrawn.

She asked for help in subtle ways. She made multiple attempts to talk to friends, but nobody understood. They thought she was being dramatic. Friends started avoiding her. So, she buried her feelings deep down inside and tried to play it off like everything was fine.

One day, her sister found Megan in a bathtub full of blood. Nobody took the time to read the signs.

12 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Stop Sign!

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  1. Sad is a little bit of an understatement. I would have called the first one horrifying and the second one incredibly tragic. You manage to convey so many emotions in 99 words when writing about rape and suicide alone is extraordinarily difficult. A tough read but written really well.

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  2. Thank you. There’s obviously something wrong with me if I can go so dark so easily. “You know what signs make me think of?” “Traffic?” “No, rape. Oh no! Suicide.” I just want to write something deep and meaningful and thought-provoking.


  3. The power of literature is that we take on stories we would otherwise choose to ignore. Literary art gives us experiences that in turn, even though the content may be dark or tragic, allows the reader to develop empathy. Both are strong pieces of literary art.

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