Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction from a Six Year old — Why not? It’s better than some of my stuff

Flash Fiction from a Six Year Old.  Kids can amaze you sometimes.

I had an interesting experience with my six-year-old today.  I thought it would be fun to share.

He has a project due tomorrow.  Unfortunately, we haven’t been going through his book bag every day, so we didn’t notice it until late last night. (If you’re a parent, I’m sure you’ve been there before.)

Anyway…

His project is to write a five page story,  (two sentences per page) and illustrate it.  When his turn comes up (which is, of course, tomorrow) He has to stand in front of the class and read it.

I went to work today, and called him half an hour before he had to leave for school.

I said, “Do you know what you want to write about?”

“No.”

“You need to pick something.  A trip to the store?  Something that happened on vacation?”

“Tron”

My husband perks up in the background.  “No, pick something easy.  Do playing outside or something.”

“No. I want to do Tron”

I said, “If that’s what he wants to write about, then let him.”

While on the phone, my little guy talked, and I typed.  Then I emailed it home to my husband for him to print so my son could illustrate it.  Tonight, when I get home, I will help my little guy practice his story.

I tried to get him to make it shorter, but he was pretty adamant about his plot once it started flowing.  I heard my husband laugh in the background.  I don’t think he could believe it either.  His story is 14 pages (about 28 sentences).

This is my child that really doesn’t want to learn to read.  I hope I don’t have a hard time practicing it with him tonight.

Anyway, this is what he came up with.  Mommy just helped with the typing, and I had to slow him down because he was spitting it out faster than my little fingers could swipe across the keyboard.

When I read it back, I was a little surprised.  There is setting, introduction of the good guy and the bad guy, conflict, progression to climax, and the one thing that seems to elude my older children… a definitive end.

Now keep in mind that I typed it EXACTLY how he said it, so don’t go looking for clean syntax.  He’s only six.  Just check out the story arc.  This is actually a very good story synopsis.  Pretty Cool.

Title:       Tron has to do a battle with the boss

By:   Littlest Dude Eaton

 

Tron has to do a battle with the boss.

The boss has a big hood, a cape, he is on the orange team, he has a big disk and he throws it and when it hits a guy, the guy gets defeated and the disk comes back to him.

Tron knows he will be okay. Because he has a strong disc and he is brave.

Tron is at the battle stage.  First Tron throws the disk

The boss hits Tron’s disc with his disc and the disc comes back to Tron, and Tron catches the disk in his hand.

The boss closed a big giant gate that flashed blue.  Then Tron uses a powerful move on it and he threw it hard and a giant blue wall blew up.

Then the boss sends his minions who don’t have disks.  They have sharp fingernails and they stab you with them.  Tron defeats them.

Tron ran to the boss. And the boss ran super-fast somewhere past the orange gate.

A giant ship that has four bad guys on it with disks comes.  One bad guys jumps off the ship and starts attacking Tron.

Tron uses this special move that has lots of disks and the guy gets defeated.

The other three that were really powerful and fast took these soft things that have horns coming out of their helmets and they go super-fast.  They ran into Tron and threw a disk and almost hit his head but he ducked.

They all came and then Tron used a special move where he jumped and the disk hit the ground, and the ground went all over the place, and then the guys flew back and hit the walls.

They got defeated so Tron could go through the orange wall now.

And then he attacked the boss and the boss got defeated.

The end.

(Yes, he said “The End”  So cute!)

You may have also noted a few explosion in there… a boy after my own heart.

Amendment:  After practicing with him, I found out that he could say all these words, but he couldn’t necessarily read them.  Rather than frustrating him, we cut the story down to the key points and made it five pages, and made some of his sentences shorter.  We worked on reading it for about an hour.  I’m proud of my little guy for not giving up.

With his active imagination I know he would just LOVE reading if he’d just give it a chance.  I really hope this pushes him in the right direction.

P.S. – I found out this is a scene from a video game.  Funny.

Flash Fiction Friday Now on Wednesday! – Succumb to Fire

Spend five minutes with my favorite character, Magellan.

Magellan lifted his hands to shield his face.  Heat and flames licked against his skin, taunting, begging to devour.  They reached up and around him, a wall, impenetrable, indomitable, deadly.

He stepped back, reeling from the heat, and the flames advanced.  Sweat dampened his temple as his heart shook.  The world around him: engulfed, gone, succumbed to fire.  Everything he knew was beyond the flames.  Did it still exist?  Did the people he loved wait for him beyond?

Shuttering, terrified, Magellan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped through the fire.  But he never felt its heat.  He opened his eyes, and the flames remained, taunting, begging.

“Enough,” he whispered, and the flames disappeared.

Flash Fiction Friday on Tuesday – Hold on Until the End

Five minutes on the clock… GO!

[Content removed due to publication]

Please see “Tall Tales and Short Stories of South Jersey” Anthology to view this story. (Available from Amazon.com)

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Hmmmm… I might just be getting the hang of this.

Flash Fiction Friday on Tuesday – Calm after the storm

Set the timer for five minutes.  Ummm…  Rain…  Go!

The unyielding drumming of rain on the skylights rattles the room.  The lamps cannot even penetrate the dismal dread of the storm.  Clouds swirl and billow overhead, while lightning demands attention as it crackles through the sky.

Stop.

Silence.

The eye of the storm.

The wary stand, and open their doors.  The porches damp, the yards flooded. 

The clouds break overhead.

Sunlight?

Beyond the trees, a glow of cheer appears.  A giant bow of color reaching across the sky.

I smile, and raise my eyes to the sun.  Dread falls from my soul.  Banished.  Life starts anew.

Okay… that was a little weird.  For a minute I think I was writing poetry.  I never know what’s going to shoot out of my fingers when I set that timer.

Flash Fiction Tuesday – The little Pink Monkey comes to life

Setting the timer for five minutes.  This is what I came up with.

The computers shut down, and the lights in the building go off for the night.  The little pink monkey smiles.  He unhooks his Velcro hand from the cubicle wall, and jumps to the desk.  He scuttles around the keyboard, and swings over to the chair, using the legs to slide to the floor.  A mouse runs across the carpet, and the little pink monkey hides behind a chair leg.  He’d find a way to catch that varmint for Eric’s Mom.  He knew it was driving her nuts.  First, though, he needed to figure out how to get back on the desk, because the lights were coming back on.  Did it really take that long just to get this far?

Omigosh… Did I just unintentionally start a middle-grade-like novel?

I’m not really liking this one, but it’s what I came up with when I set the timer.  I guess I can expect some good and some so-so five-minute shorts.

Flash Fiction Tuesday – A picture under a door

Rich sat sobbing, leaning over a box, stroking the hair of a little brown ferret.  His friend.  His accomplice.  Ferris had been his best friend since his dog died eight years ago.  They played hide and seek.  They cuddled on the couch.  She always made him smile when he had a bad day at work.

Today was not a day for smiling, as he stroked her side, waiting for her to breathe her last breath.

A piece of paper slid under the door.  He ignored it.  His son was on the other side, peeking through the glass panes.

“Not now, Jason.”

Jason’s lip shot out in a five-year old pout.  He didn’t move.

Rich turned back to the box, grieving over his loss.  He ignored the child staring at him through the glass.  Jason was the problem kid.  He never knew when to leave his Dad alone.  This time was no different.

Jason pounded on the door.

“I said not now!”

Jason stood his ground, and Rich picked up the paper his son had slid under the door….  A simple drawing.  A stick-figure person, and a little brown animal…  A boy and his ferret.

Rich opened the door, and scooped his son up into his arms.  They sat on the couch, and cried… together.

Flash Fiction Friday – On Tuesday – The Pink Monkey

I’m a grown woman, a corporate executive—with a pink monkey in her office.  He hangs there from one arm, attached to my cubicle wall with a Velcro hand.  He stares at me with those goofy eyes.  He warms me inside.

Toys at work?  How unprofessional.

I smile.  It’s not just a toy.  It never really was a toy to me at all.  There is a heart embroidered on his belly, and he’s pink.  My favorite color.

My son won a prize at school.  “Pick anything you want.”

He saw that pink monkey, with a heart on its chest.
His mother’s favorite color.

He could have taken an airplane.  He could have taken a super ball.  But he picked up the pink monkey, and bought it home.

He gave it to me… for no reason.

“I love you Mommy.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

No, it’s not a toy.

The monkey stays.

Flash Fiction Tuesday – I have to wonder sometimes

I figured I’d try something different.

I’ve never done flash fiction.  I thought I’d give it a try… at least as a distraction from my current WIP.

Now, I know that there really isn’t a market for Flash, so I figured I’d post it here.  If you’re not into it, don’t worry, it will only be once a week until I get bored with it.

I was going to do Flash Fiction Friday, but I already have a Friday slot, and I don’t want to freak out the Friday people, and Tuesday is feeling so neglected.  I don’t normally post on Tuesdays, so this is my way of giving Tuesday a little love.

I’m not sure where I will go with this… if I will actually create little stories, or just scenes, or simply stream of consciousness.

I am going to start with a random sentence, and see where it takes me in five minutes.  Today, I will start with “I have to wonder sometimes”.

Okay… here we go.

I have to wonder sometimes, what true happiness is.  Why do some people lead gold-plated lives, and others continually suffer?  But are those gold-plated lives really as great as they seem?  Are those people really happy? 

I watch the rich man walking out of a department store, overflowing bags in his hands.  He fumbles with the keys of his Mercedes, while fighting with his wife.  They walk right by the homeless man, leaning against the building, resting his head on his knees.  The wife, eyes glaring, pushes past her husband and gets into their car. 

The homeless man lifts his head, and smiles as a young child runs into his arms.

“Hey Buddy.  How was school,” the man asks.

“Great!  I got an A on my math quiz.”

“That’s fantastic.”

The boy fumbles with his bag, and pulls out a loosely wrapped napkin.  “Here, Dad.  I bought you half my lunch.”

The man opens what looks like half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and splits it in two.  “Tell you what.  Let’s share this for dinner.”

They sit together, leaning against the building, giggling as they begin the child’s homework.

I wonder sometimes, what true happiness is.