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Flash Fiction Friday on Wednesday – The Long Walk

First of all… If you haven’t signed up for Write a Story with me, hop on over and sign up.  Our authors are already plugging away.  What fun!  Sign up here.

Okay… now on to the important business of the day… Flash Fiction… Setting the timer for five minutes.  I have a bad headache, and I’m wondering what I can write with this kind of distraction.  Go…

I ease into the long hallway.  Whiteness blinds me.  Where does it go?  Should I really be here?

I turn back, but the door has closed.  No other path lies before me than the one straight ahead.  Lights swirl, voices of the past berate me.  Was I sad?  No.  But was I ever happy?  Did I do enough?

Three steps further.  The light is blinding.  How far must I go?  How far can I go?

The hallway ends.  The sounds stop.  All but a handle disappears.  I’m compelled to take it, to turn the handle and face what lies behind the door, but terror fills my soul.

I don’t know what lies on the other side.  I gasp for breath, but there is none.  The air disappears.  There is no longer a choice.  I must move on.  I grasp the handle, and turn.

A breeze hits my face.  Terror subsides.

I walk through.

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(Time:  Four minutes … sans correcting typographical errors.)

Note:  No, I am not contemplating taking that “long walk”, but I did write this with a mild migraine, and the lights are hurting my brain.  That may be where that idea came from.

For my present… I want you to write a story with me. Happy Blogiversary to me! Hop on board!

Are you ready to write a story together?  Let’s go!

Yay!  It’s my Blogiversary!  A year ago when I started this little writer’s haven for my monotonous mind, I had absolutely nothing to say.  My first post was “Okay, I have a blog.  So now, what”.  Very funny.

So, Let’s talk about my present.  Yes, I want a present.  Why not?  Don’t you give presents?  Hey, I deserve it.  I’m working hard here!

On March 17, when I hit 10,000 hits, I joked with Gloria Richard, who I met on this blog, that for my Blogiversary I wanted to double my hits.  At the time, achieving another 10,000 hits in four months seemed like a joke.  Ummm… not so much of a joke anymore.  I’m now over 28,000.  Thanks so much, guys.

So, since I don’t have to ask for 20,000 hits, this is what I want.  You’re a writer, right?  How about we write a little story together?

Sound like fun?

My Writing Bud Jenny Keller Ford did something similar to this recently, but I’m going to make it a little easier and less stressful.  (Because you won’t have to worry about someone posting before you finish what you’re working on.)

If you want to play, just click here.  Comment that you want to join, and include your email address (if you are worried about email grabbing software, type it in this format:  Jennifer-eaton (at) Comcast (dot) net.  We will be able to contact you , but the bots won’t get you.  If you are hopping on to this late, go ahead and add your name.  The more the merrier.

We will start off with an opening of about 250 words (about a page 12 point double spaced).  Then person #2 on the list will be up to bat.  They will add 250 or fewer words.

Notice I said “or fewer”  If you are tight on time, and you want to post 100, or even fifty, that’s fine… as long as you are pushing the story forward.  Likewise, if you need an extra ten words to finish your thought, that’s okay.  This is for fun, but don’t go crazy… give the next person a turn.

Once you are done, post your addition to your blog, and send me the link so I can include it in the page list.  Then don’t forget to tag the next person on the Comments List.

I will post the link to your site on Tuesdays, sending people to your own site to read your installment to the story.

Rules:

1.       CLICK HERE  to add your name to join the group.

2.       Post only after you have been tagged to make sure that the person before you has presented their installment.

3.       If you can, post your addition to the story on your blog within four days of being tagged.  If you do not send your installment to jennfer-eaton (at) Comcast (dot) net by Sunday 4:00PM EST there is a possibility that you post will not be scheduled on time for the Tuesday update.

4.       Send the link to your blog post to “Jennifer-eaton (at) comcast (dot) net”, and tag the next person.

5.       MAKE SURE YOU INCLUDE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS. SOME PEOPLE DON’T HAVE “CONTACT ME” OPTIONS ON THEIR WEB SITES. We need to be able to tag you to let you know you are  “up”.

6.       If you do not have a blog, or you don’t want to post your installment on your site, you can email your addition to me and I will post it here and add it to the story-roll.

7.       You may direct your readers to “Write a Story” for links to earlier installments, or to add their name to the comments list if they’d like to join.

8.       When we get to the end of the list, person #1 will be up to bat again.  We will keep going until we end the story, or interest wanes.

9.       If the muses aren’t poking you with their magic word wands, please pass to the next person in the list. We will come back to you when we start the cycle over.

10.   No cussing.

11.   I will post weekly (probably Tuesday) a link to your blog so people who are following the story can read the next installment.  If we end up ahead of ourselves (finishing early) the weekly post will appear behind to those contributing.  That’s okay.  It will make room for hiccups if someone does not submit on time.

12.   If you bow out, and others continue, you still agree to allow us to use your words and ideas in the project moving forward. Your name will be credited for the work you contributed.

13.   If interest wanes, and I need something to keep my creative juices flowing, I may finish it on my own… unless it is in a category I don’t enjoy.  Then I will let it die.

14.   Most importantly:  Have fun!  That’s what writing is all about.  If you can’t do it when your number comes up, no harm, no foul, just pass on to the next person.

Note:  If you finish in a day, please submit that same day and tag the next person.  This will keep the “weekly post” ahead of schedule in case we hit a bump, like someone getting sick, or on vacation, or forgetting to tag the next person.

#1:  Many writers want to try flash fiction, but don’t know how to start.  This will give you a prompt coming from someone else, and a pre-determined story to build on.  How great is that for flash fiction experience?

#2:  I originally thought of just posting the installments on jennifermeaton.com for people to read.  But if you post your work on your own blog, it will drive more traffic to your site, and also to your fellow authors and we have higher visibility to draw others in, which will make it more fun.

So, what are you waiting for?  Jump on the list and let’s have some fun!

6 Sentence Sunday – “Make it Stop!”

Someone told me once you can never torture your Main Character too much.  Tee Hee.  Here are six torturous sentences from my current work:  Fire in the Woods.

Pain edged into my brain, peeling back my skull and slicing what it found inside, bearing no mercy or reluctance.  I slammed my hands against my ears, but it continued to rasp and carve a hole through my senses.  Head pounding, I cried out in agony but my voice was lost, strangled within the slicing rage of noise exploding through my mind.  I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

“Please stop!  Make it stop!”

I hope you enjoyed it!

Flash Fiction Friday on Wednesday – Flight

Setting the timer for five minutes.  Topic:  Flight.  Go.

Flight.  Simple.  Clean.  Emotional. 

I spread my wings and open myself to the wind.  The sky pulls me up, gathering me within, taking me to heights most only dream of.  I flap my delicate yellow wings, directing myself, soaring above the houses and gardens.  The gardens—the wonderful flowers.

The breeze abates, and I glide downward … settling, nuzzling into the heart of a red-pedaled saucer.  Its nectar—sweet and simple—nourishes me, makes me thankful for all that is good in my life.

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Flight.  Simple.  Clean.  I spy a yellow butterfly sitting on a red flower.  I swoop down, and snatch it from its perch.  It crunches in my beak.

Sweet, simple.  It nourishes me, makes me thankful for all that is good in my life.

Into the sky I soar.

Time:  Four minutes, sans cleaning up typographical errors.

I think that one will fall into the “poetry” category. Dunno.

Flash Fiction Friday on Wednesday – Beneath

Five minutes on the timer.  Still thinking about those stingrays.  Go!

I glide gracefully through the cold, sliding along the rock-bed, searching for food.  Yellow and blue fish circle near, wary but unafraid as my mass dwarfs them and shades their world from the golden orb shimmering above. 

A buzzing roar grinds the waters overhead.  The fish scurry—but curious—I ascend … gliding toward the strange white lines marring the surface of the water.

Pain stings and a crack stuns me.  Webbing wraps and confines, cutting into my fins and dragging me from the water.  My tail, severed, sinks into the depths.

The water retreats, dripping down my belly.  The yellow orb, no longer shimmering, dries and burns my flesh as I rise further from the life-giving ocean.

Okay, I cheated.  Six minutes.  I didn’t want to stop it at “webbing wraps and confines.”

I really hope the fishermen drop him back into the water.

Guest Post: Flash Fiction by Wendy Reid – Continuation of the Winning “Sunshine” post

 Photo Credit: psxextreme.com

Huddled behind a jetting outcrop, she pressed her knees to her chest so hard that her muscles ached. With shoulders hunched against the frigid cold of the moonlit desert, she put her hands up to her ears in the hopes to stop the cold wind from entering her head. The sand under her bottom was bitter cold and hard as ice, a far cry from its daylight properties.

Facing eastward, she watched as the orange ball slowly appeared over the horizon. Nikki had never been happier to see the sun shine and feel the heat of its rays.

She crawled out from her shelter and rested her back against the cold hard rock as she waited for the miraculous orange ball to come to her rescue.  Watching the light race over the desert towards her, her heart thumped in anticipation of the long awaited relief.  She had been waiting for what seemed like one hundred earth years, to return to her place of birth.

The hot rays began to envelope her body, starting at her toes and working their way up, and she screamed out in agony as her flesh sizzled and darkened, before turning to ash that the desert wind whipped away in tornado like fashion.

She would be warm again for another thousand years…or until the next time she was expected to pay for the sins of her father once again.

Wendy Reid

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Wendy is an award winning author who resides in Quebec, Canada with her husband of 25 years and her 3 grown children.  “A Mother’s Love” is a thriller that is NOT for the faint of heart and “Bedtime Stories” is a collection of 10 erotic short stories, including 3 from the award winning series “The Devil & Mrs. Jones”.  (Literotica’s best Erotic Horror for 2003)

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http://wendysworksdotcom.wordpress.com/

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.