Now that I've hit the lull between being published and trying to sell more books at Comic Con (I've sold six copies, yo), I got a little bored and didn't know what to do. I even asked my sister what to do a blog post on and she said, "Me." Psh, she's boring right now, haha. Lately she's just been lazing around and not wanting to leave the house to hang out with me and my friends. Although, I guess I can understand a little bit why she wouldn't want to, haha. Right, guys? :P (Don't hate me, Syd. <3)
Anyway, I've been missing my keyboard and decided to get back into some writing. I haven't been able to sit down for too long by myself, so I didn't want to work on a long project (though I should!). Instead, I picked up something called drabble. It's a type of flash fiction that is exactly one hundred words long. Flash fiction is just a very short story that is usually between three hundred and a thousand words (according to Wikipedia). If I had known of Flash Fiction Month, I may have tried to do it, but Comic Con would probably have kept me from doing one every day. I applaud everyone who is attempting it, though. :D (Hope you're keeping up on your writing, Nick!)
I told Jesse this would be a short post, and I'm trying to not get into another wordy rant, so here are a few examples of drabble that I wrote.
1. My eyes opened, but I didn't know why until the dark room that I had awakened in flashed brilliantly for just a moment. The light was so bright that there were no shadows, leaving me dazed as my mind attempted to put together the pieces. Rumbling began and I could feel it begin from one corner as it swept across the floor followed by a deep roar that shook everything even more. Rhythmic slapping turned my head towards the window and I could see chaotic trails of water streaming down the glass. The maelstrom outside raged, roared; in essence, life.
2. The sentences rush together as I realize they have no true conviction to them. There is no pain and suffering in these polysyllabic words that tell the story of good triumphing over evil. Instead, everything seems gilded in gold as heroes easily subdued the savages of the land, mutilating them to cries of victory from the better armed. There is no mention of families torn apart, friends murdered, homes trampled and burned, lives destroyed forever; only smiles as they marched over the land that their God had blessed them with. This is my history, my past, and yet so foreign.
3. I read his files on the back of my eyelids again, but everything checked out. He's been living in a space station for ten years that's been in geosynchronous orbit around a small planet, researching the properties of a strange flora that resides there. No notes on the research, must be classified. Perhaps the reason he's on the run? His look of suspicion then relief at his first glimpse of my face slid through my mind. He shows his feelings on his face-- dangerous or truthful? Opening my eyes, his grateful smile appeared before me, truer than data.
4. I brought my wrist up to my face to view the screen: five minutes. Attempting a slow spin, I glanced around as I noted that nothing was close enough to be bigger than just a pinprick in the darkness. It's always so hard to imagine how many stars there actually are until you see them from space, infinite in every direction. A beep from my helmet let me know the timer was on its way to zero since my suit could no longer sustain my life. Interlacing my hands behind my head, I floated peacefully because panicking is wasteful.
So try your hand at some drabble and let me see what you come up with. Choose your words carefully!
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