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Friday Fiction
Today is #FridayFiction!
#FridayFiction is a flash fiction workshop that runs every week on Twitter from 3 - 6 p.m. PST, facilitated by Richard Hugo House . Each week, we pick a theme and create a story based off of that theme. We share it with the community of #fridayfiction writers by using the tag in our tweets. You can contribute more than one story. You can use the same character in every story, or multiple characters. The important thing is that your story, with the tag #FridayFiction, not exceed the 140 character limit that Twitter sets.
Why do we do this?
Flash fiction gives us a chance to re-examine our language in a way that we normally wouldn’t be able to do. The confines of the tweet force us to think of different ways of saying something, finding the word that communicates the biggest idea in the shortest way, and using Twitter allows us to find other writers on social media.
For more on why we write flash fiction and use Twitter to do it, read “Exercises in Brevity” on our website.
This week’s prompt is “Belief" in honor of next week's Lit Series event, Ya Gotta Believe! (tickets on sale now). Apocalyptic visionary Ryan Boudinot; author of “The Grief Performance,” Emily Kendal Frey; and New York Times bestselling yoga memoirist Claire Dederer wonder what to believe with new music from Jason Dodson of The Maldives.
Write a story about belief... belief in one's self, belief in someone else, in an institution or higher power. How do these beliefs affect your character? How do they advance the plot?
As you write, try and experiment with POV, different characters, and feel free to write more than one story! Writing within the confines of a tweet is difficult, but it gets you into an incredible mindset. Find the right words to create the mood, the plot and convey character in the tiny space that you have.
Also, interact with the community! Every week, a lot of amazing writers gather together and share their stories. These people don’t just offer up great stories, they are great people to follow throughout the rest of the week as well. Being on Twitter is all about curating the conversation you want to be apart of and this is a great way to meet people who love being creative.
If you’ve been reading for a long time, please continue to enjoy our great stories, but also, feel free to offer up your own! You wouldn’t think, as vast a social network as Twitter is, that it’d be a safe space to offer up your fiction, but it is, and it’s a wonderful way to network with other creatives online.
Announcement: Twitter has announced a #TwitterFiction Festival. Browse through the posts here on this blog and find the stories you’ve submitted! Submissions are now open through November 19 and if you feel particularly inspired by the #FridayFiction you’ve posted over the last year, you can submit it to their blog.
Hope to see you and your flash fiction this afternoon!
The Portal Between the Worlds
There’s a portal between the worlds,
I saw one day fair to see,
Shimmering in the distance,
Beckoning to me and he.
The portal is invisible, seen by only two, creators, some of the few
Granted access through.
The portal is a wormhole Lost in Time, hidden from view
Are the two
Brave enough to venture into it?
Will it cause their hearts to be lit?
Heroes, creators of two worlds
They go
Being full aware of that Cruel Intentions in one world flares.
A Harbinger emerges, his face haggard and fair, warning the travellers to beware.
“The Time of Lacrimosa is coming,” he says as his cape blows in the wind.
The creators seek to ask his name, but their time with him is at an end.
Another figure comes round the bend,
A person dear to both,
The Yesterday’s Child,
A boy of the wild,
Who enters full of hope.
“Yes, Through a Glass Darkly,”
He begins, taking the creator’s hands.
“And Ghosts of Future Past are assailing, though despite our fears and sorrows sore we know Brede/Breda – and you – will guide the way.”
Across the lea he begins to depart,
Leaving the man and woman, the creators,
Somewhat faint at heart.
Can they complete the task?
Will they see it through?
Clutching at each other’s hands, they brave a smile.
The two, yes, they will see it through!
Contingencies hearken, causing the couple to break apart,
Yet now they know the Origins that lie deep in their hearts.
But lo! Now onto the next part!
The king must be saved,
Another peril braved,
Or the act of killing a king will clang throughout the land as a dragon and his boy
and their band appear,
Making the creators let out a cheer.
The creators sigh, happy tears in their eyes, as nearby a door shimmies into view.
A farcaster between their worlds,
Daring and new.
They turn to each other with a smile,
Taking each other’s hand as they prepare to step through.
But for one last moment,
They look back,
Revelling in the landscape of mountains, valleys, trees, yet best of all,
The people and animals that belongs to two – the Bredelands – as their creators hold their gaze.
“We’ll be waiting,” a man and a mammoth, two leaders, say in unison. “Don’t worry; we know you can do it!”
Now at Journey’s End, the creators smile and wave, sad to leave,
But know that they will never have really left since things unseen - dreams, visions, stories – are eternal,
Even though the call beckons them home.