Snow
Recently I did my first flash fiction for Lascaux Flash. It was a lot of fun, and I got to read some amazing stories.
The cool thing with flash fiction is the constraints - you are given a tiny time period and, in this case, only 250 words to create a story. That is really hard to do. If you have an extra hour, why not give it a try? It is a great writing exercise, and you'll find that it is very challenging to create something that is so short and yet still tells a story.
We were given a visual prompt, which you can see here. I immediately thought of mirrors, and I had an idea knocking about in the back of my mind already. Once I saw the prompt, I couldn't wait to get started.
Here is my attempt, for what it is worth,and I must caution you that it is for the 18+ age group.
Snow
I felt Snow’s breath on my neck after class. “Prince is mine,” she breathed. “Watch your ass.” I turned to say something, but she was already in motion, followed by her fangirls. Or boys - it was hard to tell.
Apples. I had to research apples for a science project. Besides, the library would be a safe place. AC splintered on my cheeks as I sat at a table and opened a book.
Apple trees take five years to produce their first fruit.
Another breath on my neck, but it was warm and male. “Hey,” Prince said. I concentrated on the page in front of me as he sat in the chair across from me.
The science of apple-growing is called pomology.
His foot nudged mine. I closed my notebook. Prince looked up and started to say something. I ignored him.
There was a bathroom in the far corner of the library. The air was even colder in there. I entered the last stall, opened my purse, and took it out. The mirror.
Apples belong to the rose family.
The baggie was small and half-filled with a white powder. I cut out two lines, rolled up a twenty, and snorted.
My own face looked back at me, dusted with snow. “Get rid of her,” the girl in the mirror whispered.
The rush hit me, and I dropped the mirror on the floor. Dark blood streaked down my skin when the silver glass shattered. Red on white. Snow.
The cool thing with flash fiction is the constraints - you are given a tiny time period and, in this case, only 250 words to create a story. That is really hard to do. If you have an extra hour, why not give it a try? It is a great writing exercise, and you'll find that it is very challenging to create something that is so short and yet still tells a story.
We were given a visual prompt, which you can see here. I immediately thought of mirrors, and I had an idea knocking about in the back of my mind already. Once I saw the prompt, I couldn't wait to get started.
Here is my attempt, for what it is worth,and I must caution you that it is for the 18+ age group.
Snow
I felt Snow’s breath on my neck after class. “Prince is mine,” she breathed. “Watch your ass.” I turned to say something, but she was already in motion, followed by her fangirls. Or boys - it was hard to tell.
Apples. I had to research apples for a science project. Besides, the library would be a safe place. AC splintered on my cheeks as I sat at a table and opened a book.
Apple trees take five years to produce their first fruit.
Another breath on my neck, but it was warm and male. “Hey,” Prince said. I concentrated on the page in front of me as he sat in the chair across from me.
The science of apple-growing is called pomology.
His foot nudged mine. I closed my notebook. Prince looked up and started to say something. I ignored him.
There was a bathroom in the far corner of the library. The air was even colder in there. I entered the last stall, opened my purse, and took it out. The mirror.
Apples belong to the rose family.
The baggie was small and half-filled with a white powder. I cut out two lines, rolled up a twenty, and snorted.
My own face looked back at me, dusted with snow. “Get rid of her,” the girl in the mirror whispered.
The rush hit me, and I dropped the mirror on the floor. Dark blood streaked down my skin when the silver glass shattered. Red on white. Snow.
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