It was time.
He knew what to do. He’d accept whatever came out of it. He stepped forward, then stopped. It had seemed easier in his mind.
He needed to act fast, before he could change his mind. Breathing deep, eyes tightly closed, he dove.
The crowd cheered their olympian.
The story above is for my Flash Fiction series . The second in what I hope to be a long running series.
I realised something today. I’ve been writing a lot lately, but they’re not conventional blog posts.
They’re more like short stories. Six word stories mostly, and also longer ones. Like 50-100 words. But I won’t limit myself to 6 or 50 or anything like that. If I can, I’ll tell a story exactly in five, seven or fifty one words. And it’ll be deliberate.
I’m not restraining myself with these stories, rather, I’m exploring how I can say a story shortly, without a word limit nagging me.
And so I’ve decided to post short pieces of flash fiction regularly. (I’m terrible with routines, but great with beginnings) Starting this week, I’ll post flash fiction every Thursday. The other days, I’ll post random thoughts as blogs, and it’ll be as chaotic as ever.
I’ve always wanted to be a novelist. And for starters, (yet again!) it’ll be short fiction.
Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. And feedback is welcome, as always.
Here’s the first:
Hand in hand
“She clutched his arm tighter, as she almost stumbled on her heels. He noticed, but didn’t give it away. She sensed his serene look as he walked her down the aisle. He was smiling happily, knowing that from today, his daughter will see the world anew through her husband’s eyes.”
-Inspired by Beautiful in White by Westlife
Update: I’ve discontinued Flash Fiction Thursday, but I’m still posting flash fiction regularly. Only now, it’s more often than every Thursday.
The Chaos Within 