Saturday, October 12, 2013

FFF 20.2

Sorry I'm later than usual posting. My day yesterday got away from me... After lunch out with my sister, nephew & mom, I walked to the closest off-leash dog park with Eva, which turns out to be 1 hour each way... then I headed out for dinner with my cousin's girlfriend, and the two of us went to see his band play (not the Brazilian jazz band, this one is a Beatles tribute band).

The show was amazing... and I ended up getting home around 1:30am.

Needless to say, I've been a little slow today ;) Though Eva and I managed another walk to the off-leash park... almost 3 hours when you factor in the off-leash-play time :)

So, here's my flash fiction. As per usual, I follow my own self-imposed rule of spending no more than 20 minutes on it. I think this took around 15 minutes, including the editing to get it down to 150 words exactly:

There are only two things in this world that terrify me. 

I haven’t bothered trying to count what scares me in the Other world, because the rules of this world just don’t work in the Other. Not even the kind we take for granted, like gravity, much less anything with more complicated, like ethics, or happiness. Even terror has a different shape and smell.

If you’ve never been to the Other world, you won’t get it.

The first thing in this world that terrifies me is being pulled into the Other world, because you can only go one way. You’re relaxing, maybe eating lunch, and then suddenly there’s the snap. The twist. The pain. The panic. The shock of landing hard in the Other.

If you’re lucky, they twist the hook out of your mouth and throw you back. 

The second thing in this world that terrifies me: fin rot.


  1. Man. I so love, love the way you twist these up :)

    1. I'm glad I can amuse you ;)

      I honestly got 3/4 of the way through before I clarified in my own head where it was going, then I glanced back to the word 'gravity', and went, "Ahhhh... I can use that..." ;p

      I am an incurable pantser ;)

    2. Pantsing is always fun; I often wonder how authors who plot out novels rigorously manage to actually write it since all they'd be doing is fleshing out an in-depth outline. I tend to plot stuff point form, shift the point-forms around (or delete them) as needed and leave a story with lots of room to breathe. Doing otherwise strikes me as very boring....

    3. I agree :) I've tried plotting before... and... well, let's just say nothing exciting happened. On multiple fronts.

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    1. Heh, yup :)

      Sometimes I think my flash fiction pieces are on the same level as an elaborate pun... since you know there's always going to be a twist


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