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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 11

Been a few days since I posted a piece for the 100 days of flash fiction. I’ve actually had this one written for a few days, but life has gotten so busy that I hadn’t been able to make time to post it until just now. Anyway, this piece is definitely written in a different style than the others I’ve posted. The prose feels a lot more flowery, which I don’t think is necessarily a bad thing, but it’s definitely a style of writing I haven’t read or written in a bit. I based the girl in the story loosely on my oldest niece since it had just been her birthday when I actually wrote the piece and she was on my mind.

Anyway, finally, here’s Day 11:


Prompt: “The garden shrank at night.”

THE GARDEN

The garden shrank at night—or so Gail had told her. Pulling the skirt of her dress up to her knees, Penny hopped across the series of flat stones to ford the stream. Balancing precariously on one leg as she landed on the other side, Penny steadied herself before continuing down the narrow path. It was cold enough that she could see her breath, and the air still smelled earthy after the morning rain. Penny tucked her chin into her scarf.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 8

Today was definitely an exercise in patience and persistence if nothing else. I hit major writer’s block with today’s piece and ended up going past my two-hour limit. It was one of those days where every word felt like a slog, but somehow I ended up churning out a piece over a thousand words and needing to edit it down. Anyway here’s Day 8:


Prompt: “We were going to have to find a locksmith.”

THE LOCKSMITH

I kicked the chest hard. We were going to have to find a locksmith. And a good one to boot. One that could work on both planes—and at the same time. Irritated, I pulled out the small mirror from my pocket and tapped it twice.

“Wyatt? You there?”

“Yup. Any updates?” Wyatt’s overly chiseled face faded into view on the small mirror.

“None of them good.” I sighed, “we need a locksmith.”

You’re a locksmith.” Wyatt sounded annoyed. And rightfully so. Wyatt and I had reputations to uphold and even after two hours with the chest offsite I was stuck.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 7

Another shorter piece. This one came out a lot darker than everything else I’ve written so far. The initial idea I had was a bit more lighthearted, but as I started thinking more about the character of Van and the setting I’d created something a lot darker came to mind and I ran with it. It was definitely a fun piece to write and one I’m going to revisit next weekend. Anyway, here’s Day 7:


Prompt: “There were 48,000 gods in their mythology…”

IMHENOTEP

Dumping the egregiously heavy sacks on the ground beside him Van opened the smaller of the two and pulled out a well-worn shovel. Scanning the graveyard to be sure it was still empty, he went to work.

Thud.
Thud.
Thud.

There were 48,000 gods in their mythology and not one of them for fertility. It was almost too good to be true, but Van had triple checked. The gods in his homeland were both petty and merciless after all, and he didn’t want to chance it with the ones here lest they be the same.

Thud.
Thud.
Thud.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 1 (Revised)

I decided it would be a good exercise to pick my favorite piece every week and comb through it to try and make some revisions and tighten up the piece as best I can. This week I decided to go with my story from day one. There aren’t any enormous earth-shattering changes, but I do think the story is a bit more clear and reads a bit better. Most of the changes are in the first 200 words, setting up the scene a bit better. Anyway, here’s the revision:


Prompt: Time travel, a bookmark, the angel Gabriel.

STRANDED

“Well, shit.” Evan peeked his head out of his car window to take in the surroundings. “I guess this is why you shouldn’t piss off angels.”

He let out a sigh of frustration. He’d been driving home when all of a sudden everything turned white, and he’d found himself face to face with Gabriel. The archangel had made Evan an offer he couldn’t refuse, Evan had refused it, and Gabriel had gotten angry. Before he knew it, Evan was spinning his tires in some of the thickest mud he’d ever seen, stranded god knows where. He hoped he was still in Texas—the stars looked pretty much the same, and the terrain looked similar—but he couldn’t be sure. Flipping on the radio, Evan tweaked the dials until he could get a signal.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 6

I drew a blank when I first saw today’s prompt and ended up Googling “moth-craft” for the first twenty minutes until something came to mind. After that I just started writing with the prompt written out in front of me until I came up with something remotely cohesive. This piece is shorter than most of the other ones I’ve written so far, and I definitely didn’t have any issues keeping it under 1,000 words. Anyway, here’s Day 6:


Prompt: “A moth-craft, ether, a plant that tells your fortune.”

THE FLYTRAP

I held the pliers painstakingly still as I waited for the glue to dry. It took all of my self-discipline to resist the urge to rush. This was the fourth moth-craft I’d put together today, and I was far past frustrated. “Tell me something useful you piece of crap,” I grumbled as I finished my mental thirty count.

Gingerly placing the moth on the table in front of me, I gave it a cursory inspection. Roughly twice the size of my palm, it was smaller than the other three before it, but I was quickly running out of materials and really didn’t feel like rushing to the store for more—not that I’d have the time to make the trip anyway.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 5

I had a little bit of trouble picking a direction to go with today’s prompt. It took me about 600 words of nothing to come up with what I ended up writing. I think this is a piece I’m definitely going to revisit at some point and give an edit. I came up with some interesting ideas I’d love to explore towards the end of writing this and I definitely want to explore the characters of Kayden and Raine more (Raine especially since she never really got any “screen time” so to speak). Anyway, without further ado, here’s Day 5:


Prompt: “The dress spoke for her…”

UNTITLED

Kayden didn’t have to speak a word to hold the old man’s attention. The dress spoke for her. A deep navy, almost black, the floor-length gown was a strong contrast to her waves of rust-colored hair. Strapless and cut just low enough to make imaginations run wild, Kayden had spent the better part of the last three days finding the right tailor to make sure every aspect fit her figure perfectly.

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 3

I really like the idea behind today’s story. The concept of a “Reminder Ring” came to me after a phone call with my mom and then I sort of took off running after that. I think today’s piece is definitely better than yesterday’s, but still not something I’d call amazing. I’m only three days into the 100 days and I already feel humbled. On the bright side, I’ve already started to reexamine how I write (at least short pieces), and have definitely come to learn that I make much better edits on paper than I do on a computer screen. That being said, I’m going to try my best to print out and read every piece at least once instead of just skimming them after I finish writing them on the computer. Hopefully, this will help me turn out some better pieces. Anyway, here’s Day 3:


Prompt: “There was a ring in his teacup…”

THE REMINDER RING

Jon sighed lazily as he checked the clock on the wall across from him. It was already halfway through the day, and he still hadn’t touched the dishes, done the laundry, started his report. or even taken a shower. He sighed again as he looked at the sizeable book on the round breakfast table beside him. “Ugh,” he grunted, “I’ll get started on things after lunch.”

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100 Days of Flash Fiction: Day 1

A good friend of mine recently started 100 Days of Design, where every day they’d sit down and design one UI element for use in either a web or mobile app. Being an occasional bandwagoner, and having been failing miserably with my resolution to keep my blog up to date, I decided to start 100 Days of Flash Fiction using these 100 prompts I found earlier today. While I’ve been writing a lot of longer pieces, the goal with this is to practice writing shorter, more concise pieces of 1,000 words or less (something I tend to be pretty weak at). I’m capping the amount of time I can spend on any given piece to two hours in the morning before work, so I’m not going to spend copious amounts of time editing each and every post, but I think I should still be able to see a marked improvement in my writing by the end of the 100 days—and hopefully come up with some cool ideas.

That being said, here’s Day 1:


Prompt: Time travel, a bookmark, the angel Gabriel.

STRANDED

“Well, shit.” Evan peeked his head out of his car window to take in the surroundings. “I guess this is why you shouldn’t piss off angels.”

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World Building Exercise I

This is just a short in-class exercise I wrote in about 10 minutes the other night. We were working on “world building” and in a few minutes as a class ended up coming up with the following general guidelines for our setting:

Religion: Tree god, very old and large.
Commerce: Barter Economy.
Labor Division: Tribes based on profession.
Infrastructure: Treehouses.
Food: Hunting, gathering, fishing.
History: Living over a radiated crater causing everyone to die at around the age of 18.
Landscape: Lush tropical landscape. Full of trees and mutated animals.
Season: Eternal rainy season.

Not the most unique or novel world we could have created (it actually reminds me a lof of The 100) but definitely enough to get started. I didn’t get very far in terms of word count—the piece is only about 350 words—but it was nice to sit down and just get some words on the page off the cuff. I’m one of those people that can sit for an hour or more sometimes and barely get 200 words on the page so it’s amazing to me how deadlines apparently fuel my creativity. Anyway, here’s the piece. Short, sweet, and incomplete:

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Science Fiction & Fantasy Writing I – Homework 2

Posting this one pretty late, but here it is. I picked my own topic for this week, reworking the critique piece I submitted last class into a more modern setting. World building is great and fun, but I find I can write a little bit easier if I have some sort of accurate frame of reference. Anyway, here’s the tentative first chapter of the book I plan to write for NaNoWriMo:


Kairen shoved the redhead against the wall and slammed himself into her as a thin ray of flame shot down the hallway and through an ancient relic of a copy machine. Dragging the protesting secretary to the ground as another ray pierced the wall behind her, Kairen pulled his 1911 from its holster with his off hand and fired two haphazard shots at the barreling Lava Child. Catching it in the knee with a lucky shot, Kairen cursed as he heard the bullet sizzle.

Flaming Michelin Man? Check. Mutinying partner? Check. Disgruntled damsel in distress? Check. Some days it was good to be a wizard—most days in fact—today was not one of them.

“Let’s go!” Jerking the woman to her feet, Kairen sprint pushed her towards the smoking remnants of the copy machine and around the corner.