Writing Exercise: Flash Fiction from Photo

Primitive Tombstone in New Mexico, USA

From wikipedia.com:

Flash fiction is fiction of extreme brevity. There is no widely accepted definition of the length of the category. Some self-described markets for flash fiction impose caps as low as 300, while others consider stories as long as 1000 words to be flash fiction.

Other names for flash fiction include sudden fiction, microfiction, micro-story, postcard fiction, prosetry and short short story, though distinctions are sometimes drawn between some of these terms; for example, sometimes 1,000 words is considered the cut-off between "flash fiction" and the slightly longer "sudden fiction".

The term "flash fiction" may have originated from a 1992 anthology of that title. As the editors said in their introduction, their definition of a "flash fiction" was a story that would fit on two facing pages of a typical digest-sized literary magazine, or about 750 words.

EXERCISE:

Using 500 words or less tell readers a story with beginning, middle and end about how Baby Chatman died, the funeral, the people who made this crude tombstone, and who left the silk flowers.

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Lilly's Poetic Challenge

Lilly is relocating and will be gone from #writer for approximately a week. She challenged us to write a poem in her absence using the following 22 words:

• cow
• cold
  
• Lily
• sad
• trees
• river
• pink
• chocolate
• bourbon
• sweet
• hot
• fingers
• miss
• leave
• home
• friend
• black
• love
• car
• happy
• moo
• dark
  

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Orhan Pamuk on Why I Write

“I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can’t do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can partake in real life only by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life’s beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but - just as in a dream - I can’t quite get there. I write to be happy.” ~Orhan Pamuk (winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature 2006)

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Push by Sapphire

"Sure you can do anything when you talking or writing, it's not like living when you can only do what you doing. Some people tell a story 'n it don't make no sense or be true. But I'm gonna try to make sense and tell the truth, else what's the fucking use? Ain' enough lies and shit out there already?" ~ Push by Sapphire

The movie Precious is based on the book Push.

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A POEM THAT IS BULLSHIT : BY LYANNE WHEELER AKA _LILY_

This is a poem, that is full of pickles and bullshit.
I roar as I don't want to share this poem with wit.
but alas I must......even if my head is full of dust,
so pick up a pigeon and make it fly, this is the end....

GOODBYE!