Flash Fiction: In 55 Words
My 55 Word Flash Fiction
55 word flash fiction was introduced to me on the now-defunct website, Extreme Writing Now, headed by my friend Alex Crabtree.
So, what is 55 word flash fiction? The writing of short stories has become very popular over recent years and flash fiction is a big part of this genre. Usually, it is composed of writing which has a 750 word count, developing a story within the confines of this limit. Now, imagine writing a story or a piece of fiction with a beginning, middle and end in just 55 words. It can be daunting.
Daunting though it may be, this style of writing does focus your thoughts and your creativity. Below are five recent examples (or attempts, at least) of my own 55 word flash fiction which were previously published at Extreme Writing Now.
Veil of Destruction
Rising, she scanned the room. Everything appeared normal on this abnormal day. Thoughts of past happinesses flashed through her mind, but it was her angry present which now consumed her.
Minutes later, she nervously shut off the engine and checked the vest, convincing herself this was right. Closing her eyes, she muttered a last prayer.
Looking Back at Norman
Usually, they try to swat me, but this Psycho was trying to stare me down.
Relatives reported that his mother was extremely tasty. Tied to that chair, she made easy pickings. A veritable feast.
Norman had his mom's eyes - but not for much longer. Another chair awaited, and those eyes would make a fine dessert.
Doc Holliday, c.1882
The Doc knew this was going to be no holiday. He pondered his title for a moment, smiling and appreciating the contradiction. He swigged down another whiskey. Pain came easily to him.
The pistol gleamed in the sunlight of high noon. They were awaiting him. There was a score to settle. Let the killing begin...
She exhaled. Her final breath. A new life was beginning.
Her eyes opened, a white light blinding her momentarily. She blinked, trying to focus. Sitting up, she looked inquisitively. This was not her body. She no longer felt pain.
In the distance: movement. Faces she recognized. Her father, brother and niece were welcoming her home.
The Horror of It All
He used to write of horror, but now his pen was full of grief. As the tears of ink hit the page, he paused, staring ahead. He recounted that day. The words on the page could never do justice to what was on his mind.
He used to write of horror. Maybe he still does.