Quarter to midnight and Quinn still trailed that damn Horus321 from Australia by fifty votes.

“There’s always last minute votes.” He knew that. But, still…

Quinn gnawed a cuticle, squinting at every blip of the dare-o-meter on his laptop’s screen. He paced in his dark bedroom. He plopped back into the chair. He paced again.

“I can win. My dare can still win.”

Back at the desk again, awash in light cast by his laptop, Quinn desperately willed his vote total to climb faster. Now he was just thirty-two votes behind that damn Australian and his stupid dare to jump off an old water tower with a homemade hemp cord.

No one else in this week’s dare-off was even close. Only Horus321 stood between Quinn and the fame he craved. was an obscure website, never listed among the first two hundred hits in any search, usually only found following link by link by link. That’s how Quinn learned of it, late night surfing, the Internet equivalent of word-of-mouth.

The premise was simple. Sign in, pledge a dare early in the week — the more outrageous the better — then thousands around the world vote for the one they want to see. At midnight Friday the dare with the most votes wins.

And when you win you have to do your dare, right then, videocasting live to prove it, and everybody votes on your performance, up to five stars. If you don’t do what you promise, the infamous rooster appears on screen, dances, clucks, calls you chicken, and the DoYouDare blog fills up with nasty comments, crude jokes, and personal insults.

Last week, some guy from England tried to swallow a live baby alligator. He almost lost his tongue. He ended up with two stars for trying. Three months ago, a skinny Japanese girl dove naked into a tub full of fanged snakes. She only got bit three times and ended up in the hospital. That was worth four stars. Pretty high in the DoYouDare Hall of All-Stars.

Last year, a guy from California calling himself walt-the-ought ran south in the middle of a northbound freeway, cars squealing off the pavement left and right, a truck almost turning him into road splatter. That was awesome.

The police were still looking for walt-the-ought. vanished for three months, but rebooted when the shouting died down.

walt-the-ought got four point nine nine nine stars. Nobody’d ever gotten a perfect score. And they were still talking about walt-the-ought on the DoYouDare blog. Still talking about him a year later.

That’s what Quinn wanted… somebody still talking about him a year later. Better yet, years and years later. That was fame. These days, what else was there?

And tonight was his best chance ever. He was closing on Horus321, only twenty votes behind with eight minutes to go.

Week after week, Quinn thought up one dare after another, and never even cracked the top ten on the dare-o-meter — until tonight. Only Horus321 and his lame bungee jump blocked Quinn’s path to the Hall of All-Stars.

Thirteen votes behind. Four minutes to go.

“Feeling the heat, Horus321? Huh? Feeling it?” Quinn shouted at his laptop. “Come on, people! What more do you want?”

He fiddled with his videocam.

Two minutes to midnight. Eight votes behind. The vote totals climbed.

“Yes!” Quinn took the lead with a minute left, lost it with forty-eight seconds, got the lead back by three votes… some people waited to the final seconds just to claim they cast the last vote… twelve seconds… eleven… ten… Horus321 closed to one vote… eight seconds… seven… another vote for Quinn, then two for Horus321… four seconds… three… two…

The dare-o-meter exploded into multicolored confetti and declared MIDNIGHT in glowing, pulsing, yellow letters. The rumble of drums.

Quinn won, 69,566 to 69,565, the closest vote ever, the dare-o-meter declared.

“I… won!”

A god-like baritone oozed from Quinn’s laptop, matching words large and flame-like crawling across the monitor. “You dared to win… NOW DO IT! Or are you chicken? All mouth, no guts, clucker?”

The cartoonish head of a quizzical rooster peeked into the monitor screen from the side.

“DO IT!” The words exploded on the screen. Numbers appeared, counting down from thirty.

“DO IT!” the baritone barked.

Quinn activated the videocam. He picked up his father’s hunting knife and plunged it into his neck. Blood gushed.

Between the blood trails spattered across the laptop screen, before he lost consciousness, Quinn saw his approval rating hit five stars. He smiled. Fame…

David J. Rank is a working journalist in eastern Wisconsin esconced in the glacial hills between the Green Bay Packers and the Milwaukee Brewers. He often finds himself peering into shadows and reports what he sees. His flash fiction and micro fiction stories have been published in AlienSkin, MicroHorror and Apollo’s Lyre ezines.

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  • Margie

    The writing was absolutely nail-biting-good, but I hate these kind of stories. . . .so, the writing gets a 3 star rating from me and the story a low 2 stars. 🙂

  • A rather outrageous premise, but well put together. Had me really waiting for the finish, which did not disappoint!

    Have to give it at least four point nine nine nine … stars.

  • Brian Dolton

    For me, there was no tension – I was absolutely certain that the vote would go Quinn’s way – and the ending was very much as I expected (I didn’t know the method, but that it would be a suicidal dare was all but certain). Would have been a more adventurous story if it was dealing with people deciding whether or not to vote for his dare (discussions on taking responsibility for someone else’s actions…) or if his dare had been counter to the site’s philosophy in some way (e.g. daring to fail).

  • Bob

    So how exactly did walt-the-ought run down the middle of the freeway, live-streaming himself, within thirty seconds of the vote?

    Actually, after walt-the-ought, the girl the dove into a bunch of snakes and the alligator-swallower, Quinn’s solution seems pretty mundane. All that imaginative lead-in work, only to conclude with a conventional splatter scene? Disappointing.

  • J.C. Towler

    Just if anybody was interested:

    “The domain is for sale.” 🙂

    Nice build up, pacing was taunt. The main let down for me was the dare Quinn chose to pull off. The guy is all about fame-seeking…why is he going to choose a dare that will clearly leave him unable to enjoy the fame he seeks?


  • The writing had a great pace to it and lots of tension. The ending wasn’t quite what I’d imagined, but looking back, it makes sense. Very disturbing, though.

  • Internet challenges, stupid people doing stupid things for their 15 mins. of fame – not what I call entertainment at all. Yet, I WAS entertained, very much so. The dark humor left me with a wicked grin.

    I enjoyed this story very much, David!

  • Alvin

    Good pace, good writing. I was disappointed with the ending. Overall, good job.

  • I’m with J.C. on this one.

    I have to give Quinn five stars for stupidity.

    The pacing here was outstanding; high tension writing and great dialog. The ending seemed a bit of a let down when the character you’ve been cheering on does something outrageously stupid. Still, a fine piece of writing.

  • Good tension, but no original follow-through here. It would’ve been great to have something unexpected at the end, or to have the character change in some way that cast a new light on his condition, but instead we get something that jars you for about half a second, and then leaves you feeling like you just wasted six minutes reading this story.

  • Writing was great, it’s hard to get the tension into written words sometimes but this story hasn’t missed a heartbeat of it.

  • Louise Michelle

    This was a fantastic story! I was smiling throughout. What a clever imagination you have.

  • DebE

    What’s tragic is that I could actually imaging someone doing such a thing. Horrible and fantastic story.

  • Sharon

    Altogether the ending I expected. Quinn should be featured at the Darwin Awards site.

  • Jen

    For me, the ending was what won me over. Untill then, I was wavering as to whether I liked the story, I thought the idea of people competing for dares was a great commentary on the state of the world today, but I wasn’t sure I liked the story well enough. Then came the ending. Quinn killing his father came as a total shock to me and the story became an instant five!

  • Margie

    Jen, (#15)

    Quinn “DID NOT” kill his father. . . .he used his fathers hunting knife to stab “HIMSELF” in the neck.

  • Jen

    Oops, my mistake! Thanks for pointing that out, Margie.

  • Holly

    Seeing as how this has (tragically) already happened on the internet, it was pretty obvious what his dare was. However I did jump at the ending anyway and couldn’t help but wince and grab at my neck a little! Good job!

  • Dave Rank

    Thank you all for your comments. I am pleased my story generated strong feelings, both pro and con. That was my hope. To John Woodington: I’m sorry you found my story a waste of 6 minutes. However, I like to think of it as your 6 minute investment in discovering you do not care for my work. That likely will save you many more minutes in the future.

  • Telfer

    Predictable. No twist. Kept my attention but only to find out how he died.

  • not exactly my type of story but i loved it. a lot.

    thnx for the entertainment.

  • Simone

    Great tension, fantastic writing, but … humor??? Not funny to me because I can picture some idiot really making a website like this and other idiots wracking their brains to one-up others hungering for their fifteen minutes.