Three Weeks Of Very Short Stories 2022-02-15 – 21
On Twitter I sometimes saw posts tagged #vss365 that contained a micro short story and I wondered for a long time, what this is all about. At some point I discovered that it is a daily writing prompt for a very short story that fits into one tweet.
Albeit I enjoyed the occasional very short story that washed up in my timeline, I always considered the participation to be something for writers who know about story telling and all that stuff.
. She stared at the screen. Sorority. Really? Why of all in the world sorority? She could not relate to those organisations at all and now she was supposed to write about them? She was ready to throw in the towel. But then, an idea formed up and she began to type... .
. In the light of bare truth an understanding set in. He had to stop and change direction, now. There was no time to waste, anymore. He looked at the damage done. For a brief moment, he considered to turn away. Then he rolled up his sleeves and started to clean up. .
I learnt a new word, again, this week:
Well, I gave it a go, as you can see, further below, going with the noun in the classical sense described on Merriam Webster.
. She looked down and her body began to tremble. Staring back at her was a bottomless abyss. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. How she despised heights. Then, taking in one sharp breath, she jumped. In the darkness she could hear the beat of giant wings closing in. (2022-02-14) .
. The wind was rushing in her ears while she was falling. She began to wonder, if she would stay conscious long enough to actually feel the impact. So much for that "leap of faith", she thought. But before she hit bottom, a pair of claws closed carefully around her body. (2022-02-17) .
As you can see above, a sequel has emerged this week between two prompts.
I wonder where this leap of faith will lead? And to whom do the wings and claws belong?
. How was it possible that something could strip away all energy from her, just like that? - She decided to go to bed. Tomorrow would be another day. .
Overall, I think I found it a little easier to write the very short stories this week. I think a flow is slowly emerging, even though I felt quite overwhelmed three times with the task at hand.
I knew the meaning of one word, but I did not have any connection to it and did not want to establish one that day (although I later learnt that “sorority” also has different applications). Nevertheless, I found a creative solution. On another day I was simply so exhausted that I could hardly think. This, too, could be creatively implemented. And then there was the newly learnt word “larrup”.
. He was sweating bricks. Ask him to go out and fight, to build a house, to move a mountain. Anything that he can brace himself for. But dealing with all this emotional stuff made him feel vulnerable and naked like a slug. Obviously, he did not know slugs very well... .
It seems that a style is emerging that comes to me naturally, which ususally speaks to how people act and feel based on their personal stories and insights.
This did not keep me from diving into other genres, as well. As you can see, we also have a bit of fantasy and a very short horror-story in the mix.
. WHAM! Here came another larrup. It was to free her of evil, he said. She never knew what evil she had performed. She wondered, if it was the anger she felt, afterwards. She would end this, now. When she was done, she wiped the axe, burnt her clothes and went to church . .
Looking at this weeks prompts, I feel like they would have made a good sequel of very short erotic stories. But, personally, I do not want to dive into this genre as an author, at this time. So I was looking for other uses of the impulses given.
. SPLASH! ... She sings her mesmerising tune on a rock in the ocean, attracting shiploads. SPLASH! ... She takes them to her, one by one - singing to them her most beautiful melodies. SPLASH! ... until their heads split. SPLASH! She can still #belt it out like a Siren. .
Remember: Following indefinable, magical chants on the high seas is always associated with risks. Old sea dog wisdom.
By the way, I always find it interesting myself what kind of stories emerge and where the inspiration comes from. Sometimes all it takes is a short line that you read somewhere and which created a certain image in your mind.
What inspires you? Do you sometimes go out and dare something new? Have you ever been surprised by what came from it?
Are you ready to shine a bright light of awareness on the path of beingness, today?
Much Love, Steffi