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Original Short Fiction: "The Graveyard Whistler's First Flash Fiction Find" (1)

Original short literary fiction, including satire, remains one of the writing genres in my literary toolkit. I do enjoy creating characters!

Cloister Cemetery in the Snow

Cloister Cemetery in the Snow

Introduction by the Graveyard Whistler

Graveyard Whistler again! I keep finding stuff that just blows me away, and I just have to share it. This time it's a series of little narrations that have come to be known as "flash fiction." There are several online outfits dabbling in that endeavor.

The following set of ten that I offer here are refurbished narratives based on a set I found on a site that no longer exists. The site was called "Stone Gulch Literary Arts."

I contacted the owner of that site, and he told me he had completely abandoned it along with literary studies in general, despite the fact that he sports a PhD in American Literature and serves as a full professor in the English department at a state university.

He preferred that I not identify him, and he has since completely obliterated the site from the Web. He said he was now studying law, and as soon as he passes the bar exam, he is waving good-bye to academia.

But "Stoney," my nickname for him because he refuses to reveal his identity, did give me permission to do what I want with anything found there. And I might add, for my purposes, the site remains a treasure trove of goodies, from the flash fiction to highly sensual poems to short stories full of dark and dreary twists and turns to airy mystical stuff. It even sports from political treatises and analyses that are quite fascinating as well as insightful.

So, I begin with the flash fiction pieces. Here are the first 10. Each story contains only five sentences. But each boasts an opening, a conflict, and a conclusion. Seems that this would make a useful exercise for the creative writing class.

Ten Flash Fiction Pieces

Each short, short contains only five sentences, as it sports a conflict and a conclusion.

Prison for the Battered

A battered wife, home alone one morning, gives birth to a baby boy. Afraid of the infant, she buries it in the back yard. She didn't even know she was pregnant! The neighbor's dogs dig up the body of the infant. The battered wife welcomed prison to escape the beatings from her spouse.

Lucy's Tunes into Law

Lucy loved music and wrote many songs. She performed her songs on a number of CDs. Lucy's friend sent two of Beth's CDs full of songs to a famous singer. The singer ripped off the songs, and left Lucy demoralized. Lucy never wrote another song but decided to go to law school to study copyright law.

Candy's Dream Job

Candy was poor and couldn't buy her dream dress on display in Gladys Harper's Boutique window. Candy tries to spirit the dress away under her winter coat. Gladys' sharp eye catches Candy's attempted crime. Gladys requires Candy to work in the boutique to earn money to buy the dress. Years later, Gladys dies, bequeathing to Candy both the boutique and Candy's dream job.

A Big Heavy Rock

Martin brings the big heavy rock to his room upstairs. Delbert is walking past Martin's house. Martin then drops the big heavy rock on top of Delbert's head. Martin panics and then calls an ambulance. Seems unlikely but the two boys became fast friends as Delbert recovers in the clinic.

The Green Marble

Edna carried around her three pretty marbles. She handed over a blue one to her friend, Martha. Annette coveted Edna's the green marble. Edna let Betty have her green marble. Annette hated Betty from than on.

Old, Dead Guy Waiting

An old guy named Winston Totenfelder was waiting by his mailbox. Unfortunately, the mail was running very late that day. Old man Winston Totenfelder started to worry about his friend, Jack Neuland, the mailman. Jack in his mail truck had crashed into a big buck deer on his mail run. Old Winston Totenfelder gave up waiting, walked back to his house, and in his kitchen near the sink, fell dead.

Pop! Pop! Capped! Capped!

The house looked empty to Stoop and Dreggs. Stoop ran to the back porch, while Dreggs stayed on the front porch. Stoop shouted out to signal to Dreggs—time to break through the doors. Pop! goes the lady of the house, capping Stoop. Dead instantly! Pop! goes the other lady of the house capping Dreggs. Also dead instantly!

Purple Bicycles

Twin boys, Jon and Don, sped on their purple bicycles over to Mortmaker's Lake. Jon told Mrs. Mortmaker about the heron he saw by the lake. Don spoke to Mr. Mortmaker about riding his bicycle around the lake. Both Mr. and Mrs. Mortmaker utterly despised all children. Those purple bikes were brought up out of the lake, after a ten year search for the twins.

Glazna's Final Swim

We all carried our lunch pails down to Spork River at high noon. Glazna boasted that she could swim fifteen miles upriver without one stop. Amy replied she was very doubtful that Glazna could do that. Glazna popped up off the rock she sat on, slung off her shoes, and dived into the muddy water of Spork River. A report on the six o'clock news the next day claimed Glazna's lifeless body was recovered from Spork River after a twelve hour search.

Jimmy and the Hold Up

Jimmy buys himself a nifty water pistol at Jaggly's Dollar Emporium. Jimmy's mom tells him not to take the squirt gun to school. Jimmy tucks away his new water weapon into his backpack and ventures off to class. A teacher calls Jimmy's mom at lunch time. Jimmy had attempted to hold up the secretaries in the main office brandishing his new water pistol.

Flash Fiction: A Quick Snapshot

A Final Comment by the Graveyard Whistler

This installment features only the first 10 of these flash fiction pieces. I'll add more later. But I'll probably delve into other genres before I continue with these.

I have put off writing my dissertation because at this point I am not finding as much information as I had anticipated on the topic of irony.

Maybe I will change my focus to a simple notion of "variety" in the literary world because I am finding that literature, both ancient and modern contemporary, does sport a wide array of different topics, genres, issues, attitudes, and styles.

I could like coin a whole new glossary of literary devices if I put my mind to it, and I might just have to do that!

Literarily yours,
Belmonte Segwic
a.k.a "The Graveyard Whistler"

© 2018 Linda Sue Grimes

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