tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52490953491519673482012-02-16T05:00:11.460-06:00This is the blog for members of the Flash Fiction Carnival: Facebook Edition, a closed group of writers who write at least one themed flash per month.FFC@Facebookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07792891845110881427noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249095349151967348.post-35287291012994137682009-05-26T17:55:00.004-05:002009-05-26T18:10:03.876-05:00

Only two flashes this time, but as it's optional, that's cool. Please comment thoughtfully. The new theme will be up by the 4th of June. Terry AtkisonPamela Twining

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“Rack up, Moselle!” the guard hollered from the end of the corridor. Moselle stepped back into the cell we shared just in time, as the electric doors slammed shut. Nine-thirty: lights out at Sybil Brand Institute for Women. Moselle was an old white lady, awaiting trial for getting drunk and shooting up the sheriff’s car. Luckily, he wasn’t in it at the time.My best friend, Landru, was two cells

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Try to keep this @ 500 words, but if you go to 1000 we'll deal. You are to be on your honor and write this one in no more than two hours. Less is better. You may edit for grammar and spelling, but otherwise, leave it as it comes.The due date for posting @ the FFC group page or for sending me a message w/your text to be posted in the FFC blog is ONE WEEK FROM TODAY @ NOON !!! I am making it a week

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After going through a long list of possible themes for May's Flash Fiction Carnival, I chose EYE/S because I reckoned it would allow our writers the freedom to travel in whatever direction their imagination took them. Sure enough, the stories are varied and interesting.Please read and comment on those linked to below. Be constructive and be assured that comments are moderated. Also, feel free to

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return to lighteyes blinded after darknessimpenetrableit’s just too much all at oncegreedy pupils expand/contractwill the images fadelike photographsoverexposed?return to lightreturn to water after starvation/thirsttroglodyte climbingclimbing from the bowels of the earththe eyes have not gone uselessyetelectric blue gaze of heavenparalyzingteach me againto behold the universe

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It was time. Little Bird shouldered his pack and set off after his father on the long walk that would begin his new life. They did not speak and their feet touched the ground silently; early morning birdsong was the only sound. The climb began almost immediately, once they left the heavily forested river valley and entered the Trace. Sun was just beginning to fire the treetops and the trail of

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“Failure is hard, but success is far more dangerous,” warned Erica’s Starbucks cup. “If you’re successful at the wrong thing, the mix of praise and money and opportunity can lock you in forever.”Great, she quipped, I came for coffee and they gave me a fortune cookie. Shrugging, she slurped some whipped cream off of her mocha so that she could snap down the lid. “See ya later, Tom,” she said to

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This is the best FFC thus far, folks. We have ELEVEN!!! writers this month. Woohoo! Please comment on everyone's if you're in the group. If you are not in the group, you are welcome to leave comments here or in the other blogs linked to below. Comments are to be constructive and honest and are moderated to avoid spammers and flamers.In alphabetical order:AnonymousB. AnonymousMelanie AvilaTerry

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“Well, I’ve about decided his lactose intolerance is all in his head. Ever since I’ve been making my own butter, he’s been eating it every day and hasn’t had one bellyache. But bring a pizza into the house? He gets all accusatory and has three hissy fits. ‘You’re trying to kill me, woman! You know I have a game tomorrow!’ Then he’ll go have a long sulk in his office and pretend he’s working on

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Congratulations! I am pleased to offer you admission to My University for the upcoming fall term. Your academic profile confirms that you are, like most of your classmates, appallingly ill prepared to cope with the rigours of higher learning, but we recognize that you didn’t get here alone. Rather than bemoaning the failures of your parents, teachers, and the intellectual collapse of society

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The door wasn’t locked. In fact, it wasn’t even closed, as Ellen discovered when she kicked it hard with her foot, hoping to get one of the kids to come open it for her. It swung open, creaking eerily, into the empty foyer. The silence that followed was palpable. An apartment where three children live is never silent.Ellen crossed the foyer cautiously, still carrying the heavily loaded basket of

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I listen to "The Fool on the Hill"To forget that I am the loser in the duplexscrubbing enchilada crumbsout of the corners of the panmy hands wrinkling with the effortgetting younger is not in the cardsat this point illusions swirldown the drain white with flour tortillasalsa sunspots dancing in the lightcast by a tired afternoon reflection.

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This miniflash event has FIVE!!! writers which is wonderful because we had only two last time and the admin didn't even bother to post them in the blog. Shame on her! Well this month's miniflash, instigated once again by Terry Atkison and prompted by Virginia Lee, has turned out five flashes. Dark, light, and poetry. Yes, I typed poetry. Sure, this is a fiction workshop, but if one of our writers

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Restless swinging legsBeat a virtual tattooOn the old stone wall thatFences the churchyardLong dirty toesFreed from Sunday shoesCrush the tops of daffodils andRelease Spring’s perfumePaper salt packetsSecreted in a pocketRipped open and emptiedMelt slugs into gooey poolsCrumpled sheet musicTorn from a binderOf Junior Choir anthemsJuggling for showGirls in bright dressesTwittering

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We may be adding a couple of more to the list. One member has a back injury and another one is getting over that terrible cold that seems impossible to shed. As to the others? Who the heck knows!AnonymousTerry AtkisonMelanie AvilaKathleen FrassrandSynchronistic CatalystBenjamin Solah

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There’s one in every class. That one student, so desperate for a top grade they’ll do anything to stand out. Every year it’s a fresh set of faces but it’s only a matter of time before That One makes his presence known, and I never have long to wait. Like an exuberant puppy tripping over feet that haven’t yet grown into its body, That One is so eager to please that he can’t really help himself.

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Here's the drill - Click on the links, read the flashes inspired by the theme: Blues, leave constructive comments (and yes, it's okay to criticize as long as you are not attacking), and have it done before the 25th. The March FFC main theme will be posted during the first week of that month.Thanks for playing!AnonymousB. AnonymousTerry AtkisonPJ CarrollKathleen FrassrandCara-Mae HackettBen Solah

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I thought I'd be over it by now.It's been a month, almost five weeks, and it wasn't like you were with us for long enough to really make a difference.But you did.Our lives changed when we saw those two pink lines. Six months of hoping, trying, crying, praying, culminated in a slender plastic dipstick, gripped tightly in my trembling hand."Honey, you did it!" I called from the bathroom. I carried

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The pencil in Paula’s hand twisted and spun around her fingers like the lead twirler’s fire baton in the annual Strawberry Festival parade. The redhead’s nervousness showed only in that pencil’s activity. She hated hospitals and having to wait in her great aunt’s room while the lady was undergoing some test or other was almost unbearable. The pencil danced among her fingers, then suddenly jumped

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This blog is the home away from home for members of the Flash Fiction Carnival: Facebook Edition.To be a member you must belong to Facebook and either be invited by an admin or recommended by someone who is already a member, preferably two or three. You do not have to be a published or professional writer or have a college degree. You do have to have more than a passing interest in writing

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