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What is Flash Fiction | How To Write Flash Fiction

Flash fiction can be defined as a type of prose narration which is characterized by its short length. They are also referred to as micro-story or nanotale.

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What is Flash Fiction | How To Write Flash Fiction

Flash fiction can be defined as a type of prose narration which is characterized by its short length. They are also referred to as micro-story or nanotale.

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Starry-Eyed (flash fiction, 300 words)

She put on her gauntlets. Then, carefully, testing its hold, she pushed on the lid of the ancient stone chest.

It opened with some resistance. There, just as her sources had specified. A cat made of silver about the length of her hand, star-rubies for eyes. The lid seized halfway up and now she forced it, sending a shower of dirt and plant material as it fell off, exposing her prize to light for the first time in an age. She hesitated a moment, fidgeting with her gauntlets, adjusting the fit. It was just nerves—this would have no effect when she picked it up. Taking a breath, she steeled herself, and touched the idol. There came a faint rumble. Then a blast of otherworldly light. Then something in reality churned. She kept her grip but her knees struck earth as there came a great grinding sound, like a voice from between the molecules of the world. It reverberated in her teeth and the idol shook and torqued as if to free itself—but she locked it tight between her palms and ducked her head, bracing. The rumble of the floor rattled her bones, sending showers of dust from the ancient walls and then came the screech of something, stone on stone and some being moved to deathly rage. For an instant the world seemed thin as paper and she could see the swirling abyss that lay ever just beneath, yawning open to claim her as a thousand years of a single ever-intensified death curse launched itself at her human flesh—

Then fizzled out with a faint pop.

She smiled. Good wards would do that, especially against older magics. Ever cautious not to let it touch anything but her hands, she very carefully dropped her pack off one shoulder, and sealed the idol inside. There was someone back in her city state who had no idea about good wards. This would be on his doorstep first thing in the morning.

[tamarbrandt]

Written on the Subway Walls (sudden fiction, 300 words)

      Cephalopod did not know what writing was.

     Cephalopod did not know that to make a mark was to pass along information. Culture. Knowledge of days that turned into knowledge of ages. What Cephalopod did know was that you could chip a rock with another, bigger rock. Cephalopod knew that when you did this, critters scurried out. Cephalopod did not know that it made patterns when you beat a rock with a rock. Cephalopod just wanted the critters.

     But the next Cephalopod noticed the patterns. It smelled them. It tasted them. It ran its little arms across them. It made its own. Rock against rock, you could make the same pattern over and over, if you liked. Also, it wanted the critters.

     Then came a cleverer Cephalopod. It noticed you could make the same pattern over and over. But you could make different patterns. You could mix them together. Also, it wanted the critters. So Cephalopod started putting two marks wherever there were critters. Up and down. Left and right.

     One day it found a mark it had not made.

     It beat the rock. Out came the critters. Hearty shell crunched in its beak and it looked up to the surface. The sea was a dark abyss of water and pale white fish and something big and fat that swam with a big wide tail. Above that came lighter waters and above that was the shimmering web that drew itself on the surface and above that was places Cephalopod could not go.

     Cephalopod seized another wriggling critter and crunched it in its beak. Cephalopod was happy.

     It did not know what writing was. It did not know its name was Cephalopod. It knew a little bit what a human was, but did not know very much else at all, and now it noticed this.

     Cephalopod wondered.

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