Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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.

Feel free to share your writing with us in the channel.

Write on!

The Management

3 comments:

  1. That stone
    That damnable stone
    I put it up
    carved the words with pistol barrel
    took some time
    that did

    Give me drink
    strong drink
    I'm a weak man
    She wasn't
    the baby's mother
    She was strong
    Held that baby
    as it died in her arms
    that there mister
    is the weight of the world

    Thank you thank you
    I need that drink
    I need it cause drinking
    stops me from thinking
    of her tiny fever cry
    and fever eyes tight shut
    and bright red fever cheeks
    oh god she did stink
    of it

    Maybe she shouldn't have been born
    the babe of a weak man
    and a strong woman
    in god's nowhere
    maybe not
    But I loved her mother
    and contrarily she loved me
    she's now buried yonder
    down row three

    God I wish I had never loved
    Good God I wish it would have never end
    Now too weak for heaven
    bound for hell
    Give me the rest of the bottle
    you've had your fill

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  2. Lazarus Lupin:

    That's a fine piece of work. Dare I say too good to be hidden away as a comment. Please let me know if you want it on the blog.

    Write on!
    bluedaisy

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