Peggy Sue and Nancy looked on in fear as the boys revved their engines.

Jack dropped the scarf just as instructed.

The engines roared, the tires squealed, they were left coughing in the exhaust.

As the cars roared towards one another, their nerves frayed, neither one wanted to be the chicken.

“Chicken”, they called it, “It’s only a game” they said.

As the crash sounded, the screeching cry of the crumpling metal told the girls it was nothing less than suicide.


Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was chicken.