Reading Flash Fiction

Before I say anything else, you’ll need to refer to this HubPages link to know what I’m talking about in this post. There are three Flash Fiction examples on this page. I will be refering to these.

Alright, you with me?

Great, now onto my story analysis.

I’ll start with the “A stitch in time saves nine” prompt, “Gasping in the Wind.” I was quite a fan of this piece. I love what it did with the prompt and how it fit so much imagery and so many poetic phrases into so few words. There really isn’t much else I can say about it. It was brilliant and I was in love with it.

Next was the “a damaged object” prompt, “Acceptable Condition.” Though “Gasping in the Wind” was my favorite of the three, I loved the take on this one. I actually had to laugh while reading this because it just so happens that I have a notebook that’s so worn that the binding has torn off. I’ve been debating what tape I want to get to fix it with: black duct tape, silver duct tape, or clear packing tape. The duct tape would hold better, but the clear tape would be less noticeable. It really is quite the dabate.

Anyway, I was very impressed with the usage of dailogue and how it was what really created the story. It was unique and I appreciated it. It added a simplicity to the story that you very rarely see in the modern day.

Last was the “around the coffeepot” prompt, “Before the Locksmith.” I wasn’t much of a fan of this one. It was good, but it could have been much better. Honestly, I don’t even know what about it I don’t like. The imagery wasn’t bad, and neither was the story. I just didn’t like it much.

Based on these stories, you can get a pretty decent idea of what Flash Fiction is. You would think it’s easier to write something short, but it takes quite a bit of skill to make it good. I’m definitely going to play around with it a bit, and you should try it out as well.

It only takes a few minutes to write, after all!


Two Evils

My brother used to tell me that I was being over-dramatic, that my hurting wasn’t legitimate, that I was faking it all for attention. He repeated it like a mantra. I tried to convince myself that what he said was true, but a part of me always knew it wasn’t.

Now, as I sit on the hard, unforgiving bed in the middle of that awful white room, my brother remains silent where he sits next to me. At this point, we already know that it isn’t asthma. It can’t be. Asthma doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night screaming. Asthma doesn’t feel like an elephant sitting on your chest.

The door creaks open with a hollow sound, and I watch as the doctor enters my room, followed by my weeping mother and emotionless father.

I wish it was just asthma.

*Note: First off, Flash Fiction is basically a really short story that can vary in length, but never goes more than 1000 words. You may better know it by the names Micro Fiction or Short Short Fiction. This is my first attempt at Flash Fiction, and it’s based on this prompt from HubPages:

Write down the first word (or name) that comes to mind when you think each of the following letters: P L M E A. Write a scene or story that uses all five of the words/names you chose.

The first words I thought of were: Plasma, Legitimate, Mantra, Elephant, and Asthma.

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