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Friday Fictioneers: Non-Believers (6.22.12/Story 4)

Stumbled upon the Blog of Madison Woods and discovered her fabulous idea for Flash Fiction: Friday Fictioneers! A great way to generate ideas, and receive opinions, praise, critiques, etc. from fellow writers.

The goal is to write a 100 word story inspired by a picture that is posted every Wednesday. On Friday, we post our stories, and indulge in everyone’s short pieces. Interesting fun!

Her Site:

www.madison-woods.com

This week’s inspiration:

My story (Enjoy!):

Non-believers

Bobby said stones could talk.

I didn’t believe him.

I had to prove him wrong.

I walked to the bus, sat in the back row, and according to my compass, we were headed north. Next thing, I was waking up alone as the driver announced, “Last Stop.” I didn’t know where we were, but I wasn’t scared. I heard running water, ran, and eventually found the stream.  Stones everywhere. I put my arms up in a V and concentrated hard. Nothing. They rejected me, but a dragonfly landed and screamed my name. I ignored it, and no one believed me.

(Open to constructive criticism, of course)

-MS

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Relief (6.1.12/Week 2)

Stumbled upon the Blog of Madison Woods and discovered her fabulous idea for Flash Fiction: Friday Fictioneers! A great way to generate ideas, and receive opinions, praise, critiques, etc. from fellow writers.

The goal is to write a 100 word story inspired by a picture that is posted every Wednesday. On Friday, we post our stories, and indulge in everyone’s short pieces. Interesting fun!

Her Blog:

www.madisonwoods.wordpress.com

This week’s inspiration:

My story (Enjoy!):

Relief

I ran, jogging around in circles, sun beating against my face. No mercy at 95°, high noon. I felt a second chin this morning covering the sweet spot on my neck. Plump, malleable, soft to the touch, but unforgiving—knowing it had purpose. I hated it, but it was beginning to love me. I ran, sweat pouring down my cheek, gathering in a pool between my breasts. I dabbed, and must have tripped over myself. Lying face down, my chin melting into concrete, needing help; all I could picture: myself, a cup of shaved ice and a snow-capped mountain—forever.

(Open to constructive criticism, of course)

-MS

 

Friday Fictioneers: The Light (5.25.12/Week 1)

So I’ve stumbled upon the Blog of Madison Woods and discovered her fabulous idea for Flash Fiction: Friday Fictioneers! It seems like a great way to generate ideas, and receive opinions, praise, critiques, etc. from fellow writers.

The goal is to write a 100 word story inspired by a picture that is posted every Wednesday. On Friday, everyone posts their stories, and we indulge in everyone’s short pieces. It definitely sounds like fun!

Her Blog:

www.madisonwoods.wordpress.com

Here is the inspiration:

Here is my story (or play, since it’s only dialogue), and I’ve added audio, just in case you want to listen:

The Light


“Don’t go.”

“I want the Light.”

“Fuck Brown, the sun is shining!”

“Calm down, your bursa copulatrix is showing.”

“You know I lost Blue to that light.”

“Blue was already lost, even after you tried to find her with your aedeagus.”

“I’ve apologized. Let’s talk, again.”

“No more words. I’m going.”

“It’ll kill you!”

“Then I’ll die.”

“And me?”

“You’ll live.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“Yup. Now, come with me or watch me leave.”

“No.”

“Fine. I was born alone, and made to fly, not to hide behind brick walls and be held back, by you.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I Hope so.”

*The End*

Hope you enjoyed!

(Open to Constructive Criticism , of course)

-MS