Surprisingly,
I’m finding Microfiction or Fiction writing in general, harder than
poetry. It’s pretty hard for me to think
of stuff outside the box like most of the authors do. The one thing I would like to point out from
our Fiction Packet 2 was a “Point and
Line” exert. On page 12 of the
pdf she writes,
“I count on the fact that in another thirty minutes this
episode will end and I’ll walk back onto a street where nobody is speaking to
me, and yet I would never call it silent."
For some
reason, this stood out to me. She took
the therapy session and put it into a time frame of episode, or the average
length that a tv show is. She then says
how she will not be spoken too but she wouldn’t call that silence. Since when you’re not talking to someone, a
person usually still has thoughts going on inside there head which can feel
very loud to you. It was astounding to
me how she took such a simple time frame, thoughts, and action, and made it
into something completely different and interesting. The words she uses are so simple yet contain
such complex thoughts.
Below, you
will see my first fiction writing. It is
not very good, but I’m working on it. It’s
challenging, nonetheless.
“The air is
fresh. The darkness swallows. It is almost eight o’clock but is as still as
early morning. The light still runs on,
telling when to stop, slow, or go. Opening it either gives hope or the ‘feeling
of a waste of time’. Enclosed: excitement
and anticipation, or maybe on just desperation. As it cracks open the words
allow for her thoughts to feel real, and become real. The quiet and small will be sacred, but the
noisy, tall, and endless is dreamt.”
Now, this
is the idea I was getting across. A
girl, living in a small town, opening a fortune cookie, hoping that it will
give her the inspiration she needs to go and live in a big city and accomplish
only the things she has ever dreamt about.
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