One of the reasons why I love to write flash fiction is because you have to tell a story in very few words. That’s also why I like the forms where I have to do the same in 99 or 100 words. It’s a challenge, and sometimes you aren’t certain whether it works or not. This just happens to be one of those times when I wondered if my point would get across through minimal words used in dialogue.
Thanks to Charli Mills who always provides such thoughtful challenges! Visit Carrot Ranch!
I had the beginning of this story in my head. The funny thing is that you sometimes don’t know where the beginning will take you, and this one surprised me a little.
Written for the August 30 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
You Made Your Bed (99 words)
First a bottleneck on the road and now a bottleneck at the charity event. I see who is causing it and suddenly wish I had a bottleneck in my hand, preferably high-proof. Continue reading
This was written for Carrot Ranch. Many thanks to Charli!
Big Yellow Tent
Have you ever heard sunshine in laughter? Continue reading
This 99-word flash fiction was written for the Carrot Ranch challenge.
“There’re two ways to approach this,” Joe says. Continue reading
Written for Carrot Ranch’s June 28 Challenge
I have sketched us in charcoal on stark white. I have obliterated lines, assuaged others. The charcoal coats my fingertips, chin, and cheeks. Lines become blurred as I adjust, change, smooth angles. Your eyes, your smile are not right. I sketch you again, and somehow, my own image becomes fragmented, disjointed, a smear of darkness. Frustrated, I draw myself. Yet, when I peer into the mirror, my eyes haunt me, but I cannot convey this on paper despite my attempts. Ignoring the mirror, I start again. You and me, side-by-side, but somehow, despite numerous iterations, we never come together.
This is written for the Carrot Ranch Prompt: not all is lost.
At 11, her daddy died, taking away the sunshine.
At 15, she destroyed her knee and her chances for a sports scholarship. Continue reading
You could say that I’ve learned my lesson. Just post. Don’t pause.
Today I knitted hats.
Three while bingeing on Netflix. Continue reading
I actually wrote this for the Carrot Ranch challenge in time, but didn’t edit or submit it in time. Things happen. 🙂
Let me know what you think. Sascha xoxo
I’ve worshiped at the altar of John forever, even named my Fender Stratocaster for him. Continue reading
Written in response to the black and white challenge offer by Charli Mills’ @ Carrot Ranch.
Until I was eighteen, I was Dad’s favorite. By focusing on my music, becoming the best mandolinist in the three states, I pursued Dad’s ambition, which had been squelched by pragmatic parents. Continue reading
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge
January 11, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wet ink. It can be artistic, writerly or something completely off-the-wall. Go where the prompt leads.