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I've been getting into Flash Fiction lately, there's something about this style of writing that is equal parts freeing and constrained, ruleless but focused. I decided to share a few experiments below for your perusal, they are quick peices i tried to finish in the shortest amount of time possible, hopefully they put a smile on your face. Also, feel free to try your hand at Flash Fiction in the comment section, I would love to see different examples and ideas. But for now have a read! Sullen Sally And The Recurring Action Sally quickly threw her long brown hair into a tight ponytail, she bounded out of the house as soon as the clock on the wall chimed three times. She ran down the driveway to the front gate, eager to see if the mail had been delivered. Sally had been waiting a very long time for a certain letter and her patience was finally starting to get the better of her. "Please, please, please." Sally muttered under her breath as she came closer and closer to the mailbox, her heart skipped a beat as she saw letters hanging lazily from the mouth of the mailbox. With mounting excitement, Sally yanked the bundle of letters out and began to go through them, her smile turning to a grimace and finally a frown before realising, yet again, her item hadn't arrived. "Oh, for fucks sake." Sally blurted out and tucked the letters under her arm. Sullen Sally then set off up the driveway back to her Mother, who now stood at the front door. Sally quickened her pace, she still had her homework to do, and her mother wouldn't tolerate her slacking off. Sally didn't want to repeat third grade. Stones. Chuck walked across the bridge aimlessly, he was going nowhere fast and naught was on his mind. On impulse, he snatched a small stone from the ground and tossed it over the bridge. The stone let out an ungodly scream as it careened down into the watery depths. As it sunk below the surface, the stone gurgled and choked on the current, trying with all its might to break the surface and survive, but alas, it was pulled to the bottom and it died unceremoniously. Chuck, standing there, eyes wide and heart hammering away, ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Ok then." He said slowly. Foresight AKA Second Thoughts AKA Stupidity Barry shivered as his fingers grasped the rock outcropping, he was starting to regret his decision of climbing a mountain this steep without the appropriate gear. Barry's muscles were screaming in protest as he stole a glance down, heart lurching as he felt the immensity of the drop, he was at least a hundred feet or more up from the ground. Barry groaned at the futility of his situation, "I wonder if I'm gonna make it up." He grumbled angrily to himself. He didn't. The Way Through Jack had seen this before; he knew where they were all going to end up. The stars glittered in the dark reaches of space like enticing diamonds, each burning with the possibility of something brighter beyond his grasp or better yet, his comprehension. As Jack sat in the cold, sterile, uncomfortable chair looking out into that vastness, he was reminded of why he was here, and why he did what he did. Jack knew leaving everybody he knew back on earth hurt, he knew that he would never see them again; they had held a mock wake in his honour the night before his scheduled take off. He also knew that he needed to do this. Jack sighed and stood up, his bones creaking and popping, he had done this before. He moved to closer to the viewing window and placed a warm palm against the cool glass, by doing this Jack felt as if he were attached to the darkness, like a child to an umbilical cord. With this connection, Jack could reach earth in his mind. Katie was down there, along with the rest of humanity, repeating over and over. Never aging, never changing, Earth was caught in an endless Moebius strip, always cycling back to its point of origin. Within this ship, Jack hoped to drift farther and farther away to escape the boundaries of this loop, and figure out what was causing this, and put an end to it. Jack sighed, the repetitions were slowly starting to fade, but not entirely, he pulled his palm away from the glass, leaving an imprint, hopefully it would trigger his memory on the next go round. He breathed in and closed his eyes. The stars glittered in the dark reaches of space like enticing diamonds, each burning with the possibility of something brighter beyond his grasp or better yet, his comprehension. As Jack sat in the cold, sterile, uncomfortable chair looking out into that vastness, he was reminded of why he was here, and why he did what he did. Sullen Sally and the Birthday Party Sally sat in the backseat of the car as her mother drove onwards, paying obedient attention to the rules of the road. They were heading to the birthday party of a girl in Sally's class. She absolutely despised her. "Why do we have to go to the dumb party?" Sally whined from the backseat and crossed her arms defiantly, as if that would get her Mother to turn around. "Because sweetie, that's just how it is." Her Mother answered Sally, not actually answering the question. "Oh, for Fucks sake." Sullen Sally moaned and bowed her head angrily. "Language!" Her Mother scolded crossly, "Who taught you that word Sally?" "You did!" Sullen Sally yelled back. The rest of the car ride went on in complete silence, the Mother's face a deep shade of red.
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Elliott Thomas is a native Sydney dweller who loves to write. No genre is off limits. That's all you need to know, carry on. Archive
March 2018
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