Round 2: Chaos Faris's Choice

10/23/2019

Your Prompt:
Typically, we try to avoid chaos, but its existence is inevitable. What if we should stop trying to get rid of it? What if we all fell into chaos and it worked out?
Use the above questions, the image, and the season as inspiration for 110-130 words of flash fiction.

-Word Count: 110 - 130 words (no more, no less)

Expectations:
-Remember that you are writing for the King's Academy community. Please be respectful of that community.
-Respect the word count
-Your work should have a title--this is not part of your word count.
-Include your full name and word count at the end of your submission.
-Have fun with this challenge.

Deadline:
16:00 Sunday, October 27th.

Post your story in the comments below by clicking the "Comments" button in the lower left corner. Results will be posted on Tuesdays.

Photo Credit: https://www.theartist.me/art/15-famous-jackson-pollock-paintings/

23 Comments

Reema Zubaidi

10/25/2019 12:32:40 pm

Chaos

A tragedy happens you are confused, I am confused, and everyone is confused. You, her, him, I can’t react to it perfectly. Chaos is the enemy of order, chaos is the new Usain Bolt, it runs with super speed to touch you, and hurt you. You run away but still, chaos comes and pushes you from the edge to destroy you. Chaos has its multiforms that trick you to fall into the big and deadly trap of mass destruction. Chaos has the mask of death, the mask of loss, the mask of treason, the mask of destruction, the mask of war, the mask of cheating, and the mask of failure. Don’t fall for the trap of chaos, be ready for anything with a strong fist.

Zade Shenaq

10/26/2019 02:55:43 am

The town was in mayhem. Riots filled the suburbs, while downtown was already burned to ashes. Parents scattered mindlessly on the streets like savages searching for their lost children. Police cars were smashed to pieces. The town hall, city court, hospitals no longer stood tall and proud. The remains signified the downfall of an era.
The end of a paradigm.
I watched.
There I was, drinking a relaxing mug of hot chocolate while the city I grew up in died in front of me.
"Maybe we need this," I thought.
A chance to restart. A chance to re-write history. A chance to change what people think what is right and wrong.
Why is panic and fear taking control of the city.
This is our second chance.

Nadeem Jouaneh

10/26/2019 04:20:41 am

I’m an agent of chaos, attempting to remove my mascara off of my misty eyes. Around me, only my dearest friends and family. Dad traveled great distances to reach me, not knowing mom had been weeping alone behind the stables all midnight. I was covered in cold-sweat, wondering about the ramifications of my deeds. The poor woman screaming “Ozymandias, come save us!”. I was quite perplexed. The old lady beseeched me to not slay her infant child, but I was conflicted. Time was suspended. Almost as if I was in pain, but I was slightly uncomfortable. I yanked my sword out of the leather scabbard and pierced through his rubber chest.

Aziz

10/26/2019 04:38:44 am

A seed could grow wherever you plan it. It's all about fighting in chaos. As you can see, all huge goals were achieved after chaos. The seed gets out of its comfort zone, stretches its roots a bit more taller. It fights the thirst a bit longer. It shivers the cold nights more often. Once the chaos is solved the seed won't remember its journey ,or how it managed to survive. It will only be proud of the achievement it earned. You are the seed, but remember that the plant didn't go far enough to stop, it kept going. We couldn't have discovered the space unless we had we courage to lose sight of ground.

Chris Wakileh

10/26/2019 05:22:23 am

Sad Times
Chris Wakileh

I locked my self in the bathroom and planted by back on the door. The salty drops filled the floor as I searched what it was. Nemingites I searched… I barely knew how to write, but that was that I heard the doctor say. I was unfamiliar with the words. It made me frustrated, confused, mad… The salty water was now flooding the room, I could barely breath. I kept remembering my brother strapped down, he was in pain. How did this happen, why is this happening? I unlocked the bathroom door and the salty water splashed on my family. They also were feeling the salty water. I walked up to my asleep brother, “He is going to die.”

Sama Alissa

10/26/2019 05:29:58 am

Sama Alissa
123 words.
A cry for help.

The walls were bleeding. They were crying for help. The creatures that walk around them every day had made them feel disgusted and ashamed of themselves. And now they want to hang stupid dolls, heads, chandeliers, baby body parts, broom sticks, chairs, signs, trees. If they cursed the walls it would have been better. Every year they do this. They add new temporary members to the family and then remove them. They add them to control the chaos. The walls hate it. Every year they have to live through this without being able to say a thing. They wish that they could say things so they could stop those people, but every time they scream, their screams fade away into never returning dust.

Abir Jabri

10/26/2019 06:25:21 am

Chaos
Chaos, hearing everyone scream and shout while your mouth is sealed with double-sided tape. They try listening to you but all they can hear is your heartbeat. Bounded. Silent yet spoken of. The thin-walled sac, your enemy, surrounds you. You want out. Freedom. You need it, you want it. 9 months of suffering, no speaking, no voice, only growth. You grow and grow until you reach your moment. Light radiating, bright in fact too bright. Your only way out. You climb out ready, your ears explode with voices. You see, feel, hear, you enter the chaos. Chaos something you’ve always wanted, your one and only desire. But in fact, you hate it, you want out. Nothing you expected. Just chaos plain chaos. The reality we don’t need.
(127 words)

Ahmad almahasneh

10/26/2019 08:38:33 am

After he graduated his mother recently died. He was waiting on the college decision in the middle of the summer. Slowly, he was becoming a drug addict, but his older brother was always there to catch him when he falls. However, trying to defuse two of his friends fighting, his brother died by a gun shot. He got his acceptance from Harvard but was in the night club when he received their letter of acceptance. He woke up in the next morning with deep sadness. He put two sons inside his chest, his brother and mother. His grief stopped but he did not feel any joy. He went to college chaotically calm.

Ahmad Almahasneh. Word Count:116

Kenzy Aldaher

10/26/2019 10:43:27 am

Orderly Chaos

Chaos.
We tend to think of disturbances all around
Ripples in an otherwise unbothered, placid setting
However, we never envision the chaos that order can bring.
The madness-driving nature of silence
The disruption inviting pleas of organization
Like a timely bomb
Awaiting explosion
Except the eruption never happens
And the ticking proceeds
Oh, the never-ending ticking!
Tick
Tock
With every Tick
With every Tock
An unspoken
Constant
Interval of time passes
Orderly in the most sickening of ways
Tick
Tock
It’s time to awake to the repulsive familiarity of your bedroom’s walls
The walls that protect you in the most restraining of ways
Tick
Tock
Will the ticking ever stop?

Word count: 112

Yasmeen Abu Elezam

10/26/2019 11:20:17 am

Yasmeen Abu Elezam
10/26/2019

The truth about us

I witness it every time I shut my eyes and try to sleep. Every night it is a new victim. I can never see his face, but I can see the women he grabs and drugs, then yanks from their hair. Their heals scrapping the pebbles beneath them, that lead into a familiar basement with an empty canvas hanging on the wall. He takes his time to chop them part by part and let their blood display onto the canvas which has become a diverse portfolio of blood from different types of sinful women. I open my eyes and I remember how it all happened, for I am him, and he is me, and together we are one. We are the future heroes.

128 words

Lara

10/27/2019 02:14:58 am

the talent jumpedt OUT!

Yasmeen Abu Elezam

10/28/2019 11:50:57 am

Thank you Lara:))

Isabella Taylor

10/26/2019 11:36:07 am

129 words
Gone

The heat was eating me alive as the sight of flames repeated in my eyes. My skin was slowly melting off as the remanence of my soul dripped off of my body.

The heat grew higher, the crowd grew larger, and the screams grew louder and louder and louder!

My eyesight slowly vanished, and my ears throbbed with the sound of yelling, getting louder, louder, louder! My head, throbbing. My legs, trembling. My arms, aching. The beating of my heart was the only thing in my ears. "Thump . . . Thump . . . Thump. Thump. Thump! Thump! THUMP!" And then silence.

The heat was gone, the sounds were gone, the aching was gone, and just as my soul was being released, there was sound.

"Burn, witch, burn!" And then I, too, was gone.

Nermeen Al Omari

10/26/2019 11:48:25 am

Nermeen Al Omari
26/10/1019
Chaotic colors
She saw the gun. It was near, and she knew she could do it. Standing between kids screaming, people without hands, and young children with blood falling from everywhere, she had to do something about it. Her brother was there too, and she knew that going for the gun would make it too late to save him. A choice had to be taken. And when being surrounded with all this chaos, taking a choice is like planting a tree in the dessert and hoping it would grow well.
“I can make it.” She thought and ran to the gun.
She got a million appreciations that day, but she lost the one she appreciates.
The problems chaos creates are colors mixed together. But when they’re mixed, new colors can form too.
130 words

Isabella Lashley

10/26/2019 12:11:41 pm

The Coca Cola Billboard

We scaled its rusty side, screaming and laughing, careful to avoid stray nails or loose ladder rungs, looking down on Toyotas and Hondas and Fords passing by on the freeway.
Immortal.
Andrew reached into his black duffel bag and laid out the cans like a street merchant lays out his beaded necklaces and bangle bracelets, with reverence and zeal.
I grabbed a can. And I stopped.
Breathless, I looked around, examining the dim moonlight, the blaring horns of traffic, and the cool air that blew my hair back. I watched as my hand replaced the billboard’s candy apple red with matte black spray-paint.
Immortal.
I took a step back and saw Andrew’s
Chaos.
I looked into his eyes and smiled, thinking to myself and to the city,
Immortal Chaos

129 words

Kelly Quintero

11/3/2019 06:08:37 am

You've captured the immortal chaos of youth. This reminded me of the rush of energy in Divergent--when the Dauntless climb the abandoned cityscapes. Great writing!

Fanar AlDerzi

10/26/2019 12:20:41 pm

Happy Disaster

"Honey, the band just called. They crashed their car. They can't make it."
"What about the cake?"
"Bakery said they're stuck in traffic. They could take hours."
"But we're supposed to be at the alter in thirty. I can't believe this. We've been planning this wedding down to the last detail and now everything is falling apart."
I grabbed my wife-to-be by the wrist.
"This never had to be perfect, it just had to be special. Call the minister and tell him to meet us outside under the big oak tree in 5 minutes. We're getting married."
"But what about our families?"
"This is our wedding. Not theirs."
I gaze at my fiancee under the branches.
"You may now kiss the bride." A tear falls from her eye and into her smile.
I lean in to the rest of our unplanned life together.

Farah Kabbani

10/26/2019 12:21:07 pm

My eyes awoke, eyelashes gently bristled against my eyelids. Silence is lured in as my mouth sealed shut. Ignorance haunts me, bliss engulfs me. The room is tranquil in the most violent way possible. Speechless, yet outspoken by inner voices. All I see is an ominous door gently placing the word “Chaos” into my ears. Left alone, with no thoughts, yet a deluge of every synonym of peace washes my brain. They soon detach and inevitably fade away. All that is left is chaos. The door swung open while noise shone through eliminating any placidity. Thoughts rush in and life flows through my blood. Peace is soon found upon the chaos. So is ignorance bliss… or is it just a myth?

Yazan Alrayyes

10/26/2019 01:55:03 pm

Lotto

Your pupils dilate. It's your last sniff you swear. You don't know if you had too much or too little but it doesn't matter because it gives you power. Until everything goes black. You open your eyes, you're in a brawl: fight. Black. You open your eyes. Interrogation room, but you don't fall for good cop bad cop when you're not even sure they're cops. He looks at you, hands you the ticket. You can be a winner. It's a recipe for success. It's no use you only know half. Black. You're on TV, congrats. Jackpot. Black. You wake up on a bed. Your pupils shrink. It's all clear now. You won because you had too much sugar last night.

120 words

Shahla' Al-Jawahari

10/27/2019 02:38:18 am

My mind, a wreck brought into a world of peace. Everyone around me in their respected seats, concentrating on the subject being explained. Realizing I zoned out, I feel the chaos fading away slowly. I look at the board in confusion, my teacher looking back at me as if to ask me a challenging question. He points towards a word I hadn’t a clue of what it was, “what does this mean,” I stutter. What was I to say? That I wasn’t focusing? That I didn’t pay attention to what he was saying for my own sake? I look around me looking down as I say, “I don’t know, I zoned out.” As we were dismissed, I sighed, taking in a breath knowing it’s back. The chaos slowly coming back.

130 Words

Raad zayyad link

10/27/2019 12:23:08 pm

Chaos, Chaos is the start of everything. Excellent artists show that in their paintings, they throw in a bunch of things from one piece of glitter to a full bucket of paint, then nobody notices their art, not until they blow of the powder and the dust and the painting shines in front of people. That's it, one of these amazing and perfect artists is God. God created the world from a huge bang that extends forever, so from the details of the atom to the galaxies nobody ever expected it came from a huge explosion of chaos. In general, two people fighting will never see the light of friendship until they fight, trees and plants will not grow without piercing through the ground. The start of everything is by chaos.
Word count: 150

raad

10/27/2019 12:35:40 pm

I made a mistake by writing above 130 words, I know the consequences of the submission.

Thank you,

Christopher Pultz

10/28/2019 01:44:05 pm

Dear Contestants,

Thank you for your words. A big thanks is also owed to your judge, Faris Kassisieh. Below are the placings for Round 2.

3rd Place:
Abir Jabri
I thoroughly enjoyed your analysis of the thin line between a person and their freedom and the dissatisfaction that comes with ultimate freedom. I also enjoyed your subtle mention of birth throughout the piece.

2nd Place:
Zade Shenaq
Your piece fit extremely well with the theme. Your story reminded me a lot of the movie, "The Purge"

1st Place:
Isabella Lashley
You connected your piece to the theme in the most unique and unconventional way possible which was refreshing.

Next prompt will be up on Thursday, Halloween. I'm sure Isabella will have something good for us. Until then, keep writing.

And...if you are looking for another writing challenge that uses more of the long form, check this out: https://www.nanowrimo.org
There is a forum based in the Middle East. I'm going to give it a shot--1666 words a day. Any takers? If we get a good response, we could organize a couple of events around this.

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