Showing posts with label Microfiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Microfiction. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2020

Microfiction: Inspired by a Photo

Author's Note:

For these microfictions, I found a random picture generator online. It gave me the following photo:

via Pixabay

Two-Sentence, Six-Word Story: Word Count 6

"Don't lie. Who's my real dad?"


Twitterarature: Character Count 119/140

Lionel Mouster @Fairly_Odd_Predator
So uh... I just found my birth certificate? Explains so much.
#Wild #ReallyMom #MixedKid #TruthCanBeStrangerThanFiction

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Microfiction: The Dance of Death

via Flickr
Sudden Fiction: Word Count 162

You push the door open gently and reval an old storage room. There's a layer of dust covering everything in sight. Well, almost everything... The twisted piece of metal seems innocuous enough. Even with its mysterious glow. You're not sure where the knowledge comes from, but you know it won't hurt you. It exudes a sense of peace, warmth, and comfort along with its soft, ethereal glow. You reach out and gently remove it from its place on the crumbling wooden bookshelf. As you fingers close around it, the house shakes and an eerie melody drifts in through the open door behind you. You poke your head back out into the corridor and call for your sister. She emerges from the dining room, gracefully floating down the hall like a dancer in a trance. She's muttering to herself, "Yes, Master. I'm coming to the Ballroom." She begins humming along with the haunting tune as she drifts out of sight around the corner.

Drabble: Word Count 59

You hear the spooky, unnerving sound of a fiddle start somewhere in old house. It gets louder and louder as you sense of unease grows. Then, a sense of calm passes over you as you feel the calming music reach you.. go through you... It beckons you, and you follow with no hesitation. There is nothing but the music.

Author's Note:

These two are based on the scenario of Betrayal at House on the Hill that my family and I played last night. While it's a little complicated to figure out the first few times through, I would highly recommend it! I had played it at a friend's house prior to quarantine (oh the days when I could leave the house...) and convinced my dad to order it off of Amazon. Let me know if you've played this before or end up trying it!

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Microfiction: Don't Mess with Dragons

A Two-Sentence Dribble Story: Word Count 33

The great, green, scaly, hungry dragon with wings uses his sulphur-smelling fire breath to roast the knight attacking him with his long, sharp, shiny, metal sword. The snack is crunchy, salty, and delicious.

via HD Wallpaper


Twitterature: Character Count 132 /140

Squire William Smith III @Squire_Will3
OMG! @Knight_in_Shining_Armour just got roasted by a dragon! Rip bro...
#RIP #Roasted #DontMessWithDragons #Unemployed #Squire4Hire

Danny the Dragon @Hangry_Dragon
Replying to @Squire_Will3 and @Knight_in_Shining_Armour
My b dude. You know how I get when I'm hungry...

SNICKERS @SNICKERS
Replying to @Hangry_Dragon @Squire_Will3 and @Knight_in_Shining_Armour
It's okay @Hangry_Dragon, you're not you when you're hungry



Author's Note:

The original plan was to us a lot of adjectives in the first story, then write the same thing as a simplified hint fiction (no more than than 25 words). However, when I went to type it, the twitterature popped into my head. The original post is the microfiction and the replies were just because I couldn't help myself ðŸ˜‚. I only included the body of the tweet (not the user name and handle) in the word count, just like twitter. Hope you enjoyed!

Monday, April 13, 2020

Microfiction: Two Short-ish Rants (Sorry it's Political)

A Flash: Word Count 952

The most important question in all of this: how much is our humanity worth? Communism is seen as a big scary word due to its association with Russia and China. The conservative population is correct that taxes are communism, that political correctness is running rampant and interfering with daily lives, and that we have too many undocumented immigrants. What I take issue with is the disdain that always laces their comments. A change from the way of life you knew is not necessarily bad simply because it's new.

On communism: For me, an extra $20, or even $50, out of my paycheck is acceptable if it means I know a struggling family has food on the table; that the five year old I see walking to kindergarten every morning never has to worry about having a roof over her head or where her next meal will come from. Having quite a few high school friends/acquaintances whose families were stuck on welfare for a significant portion of their childhoods, I am forever thankful that the program was there to keep them on track to enter my life. Not to mention, many who are against such support networks don't realize that they themselves are dependent on them. Communism is could be wonderful if it means your fellow Americans are taken care of.

On "that PC bullshit": They call it political correctness, I call it human decency. We don't get to decide what genuinely hurts others. All we can do is apologize for the unintended harm and do our best to make up for it going forward. It costs nothing to be a kind person. I was asked by my grandmother over winter break about my feelings on being told we can't use (insert derogatory term that I'm blanking on at the moment, or possibly pronouns?). My response to her was something along the lines of "I'm not a member of this group, and therefore have no room to comment on their experiences/preferences. It costs me nothing to be a nice person, and if it makes the other party happy/more comfortable then why not?" Having a few close trans and non-binary friends personally, I was prepared for a fight fit to ruin Christmas for the next few years. However, for the first time ever, the most outspoken woman I know was left speechless and just nodded. I'd like to think she wasn't expecting such a well thought out and articulated answer from her "liberal snowflake" almost-21-year-old granddaughter, but it's more likely that the passing of her mother (my great-grandmother) just a few weeks earlier had her re-evaluating some things.

On immigration: There are two DMVs in my area. Over winter break I had the misfortune of needing to get my license renewed, but it would mean I'd have my horizontal license for my 21st birthday so I braved the crowds. The closest  location had a wait slowly creeping north of two hours, so I drove the 45 minutes to Hagerstown where I was in and out in less than 30 minutes. Within 5 minutes of entering the building, the older gentleman in line behind me struck up a conversation about what each of us was doing there. He was nice enough, but being a lone female I was a bit uncomfortable chatting with a strange man. Not a huge deal as he was easily in his 60s and walked with a cane, seemingly harmless. Upon complaining about the wait in Frederick (as to why someone from Walkersville was all the way out there), he responds with, "Ya know why I don't like Frederick?" Having lived there virtually my whole life, I could think of a few reasons, mostly to do with the snotty rich kids in Urbana. I simply raised an eyebrow. "It's all those damn Mexicans." I was in absolute shock and his wife smacked him with her purse. Having witnessed a poor man attempt to get his license at the same time I was applying for my permit a mere 5 years earlier, and seen him get denied due to his lack of SSN, I knew there was a heavy immigrant population. The look of utter sadness and hopelessness on this man's face as my dad struggled to rapidly apologized in spanish for not being able to help still breaks my heart (He had asked us for assistance with the kiosks - english was clearly not his first language and Dad was in his fire department uniform. This tends to draw both respect/trust - the purpose in this situation - and requests for assistance from the general public). I had never met anyone so ballsy as to voice that type of opinion in public, and to a complete stranger no less! The ugly truth is that undocumented immigrants are a symptom, not the disease itself. Many, if not all, would gladly be fully accountable and contributing members of society if not for the near impossibility of navigating the US immigration system.

I can thankfully say that they're not all bad though. To end on a good note: A close friend of mine from high school actually immigrated to the US from Romania with her parents when she was two (legally). While working at Staples two summers ago, she was asked by a gentleman coming through her check out line, "Where are you from?" An innocent enough question. She responded with the name of the town our high school is in. He glanced at her name tag ("Ioana") and goes, "No, where are you from?"

"Oh, uh... Romania?"

This man, with the sweetest smile and most genuine tone, says, "Welcome to America! We're glad to have you!" We all still chuckle about it on occasion.

In conclusion: "Okay, Boomer" 😂

Group photo from our last day of Senior year, because I miss seeing everyone's beautiful faces (Personal Photo - May 25, 2017)
Back Row from Left to Right: Noni Hill, Katheryn Acker, Ioana Draghici (feature in story), Brittany Doster, Kylie Andrew
The absolute buffoon who decided to lay down on the cafeteria floor in a dress and heels: That would be me! :)


Drabble: Word Count 100

I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that:
A) Political parties aren't government institutions
B) The constitution specifically calls for a separation of church and state
C) It's okay to not associate with someone over their political views if said views show a blatant disregard for the fact that you and/or your loved ones are, in fact, human beings
D) When one is elected, their duty is to all of their constituents, not just those who voted for them or "play nice"
E) Use lower concentrations of DHA in your fake tan to avoid turning orange

Author's Note:

So this isn't technically fictional writing. I made the mistake of getting on Facebook recently and I just needed to rant a bit. This is mostly @my extended family. I basically just brain dumped and then classified them based on the final word count.