Another enjoyable evening down at my writers association, and the theme was flash fiction. Never attempted this before, but I got to say, it was fun, and actually harder than I thought.
For those unfamiliar with the concept, flash fiction is a self contained story under 1000 words (or so we were aiming for). Some famous examples read out tonight: For sale: baby shoes, never worn. - Ernest Hemmingway Longed for him. Got him. Shit. - Margaret Atwood Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time - Alan Moore Cut out all the waffle and you're left with... hopefully an effective impact. I went for the "twist ending", which a lot of people did, and personally this was way more effective. And a cute addition to my portfolio! Mid point we were set an "impromptu flash fiction" task; write for 1 minute, and every few seconds random words were thrown at us and we had to fit them in to whatever we were writing. The words were: Saffron Blue Lightening Sewage Lemon So here is my 1 minute impromptu flash fiction: "He's dead! Why is he dead?" "I don't know! Cos he's dead?" "Was it the saffron?" "Nah, probably the cyanide, you complete and utter cretin!" "I didn't know it was cyanide! Is cyanide blue?" "I don't fucking know! Why the fuck are you asking me that?" A gash of lightening beams past the window, illuminating the massacre of body parts floating in a pile of rotting sewage. "Shall we just... dig it out?" "Dig it out? You're a lemon, you know that?" "A lemon? "Yeah, a bitter, rotting, moronic piece of lemon." What was interesting, this got a much bigger reaction than my prepared piece. That's art for you.
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