30-Minute Flash Fiction Exercise

They say if you want to be a writer, you need to write every day. I do my best to work on my manuscript(s) every day and blog as often as I can, but because I feel like I need to push myself a little more, I have decided to give flash fiction a try.

30-Minute Flash Fiction Exercise
I’d like to start a new writing exercise on my blog, and I would love it if you could join me. As often as I can, I will post a title for a flash fiction we could all use. If you’d like to participate, simply write a 100-word flash fiction and post it on the comments portion of my 30-Minute Flash Fiction post. Although flash fiction can sometimes go up to 1,000 words, for this exercise, I’d like to stick to only 100 words.

How it works:
I will post a title for our exercise at least once a week. When you’re ready to write, challenge yourself and write your story in 30 minutes or less. It will be interesting to read what we end up writing, given the limited amount of time and the limited number of words. I believe this exercise will help us hone our writing skills and allow us to give each other feedback.

For today, the title will be:
3 a.m. 

My version:

The phone rings.
“Hello,” I answer with my eyes closed.
“It’s Matt.”
My eyes peel open. I glance at the clock.
“What are you doing calling me this late?”
“I need to see you.” His voice sounds desperate.
“What do you mean?”
“I need to see you, Sarah.”
“Not a good idea,” I reply.
“It never is.”
My heart starts racing.
“I’m across the street, at the 24-hour diner,” he says.
“Give me five minutes,” I whisper and hang up.
I stare into the dark.
“Who was that?” Ben turns to face me.
I crawl under the sheets.
“No one.”

 

I look forward to reading your flash fiction. 🙂

0 Replies to “30-Minute Flash Fiction Exercise”

  1. I never do flash fiction. I don’t even really know what this is. But here’s my attempt at 3 a.m.:

    The beeping noise made Jacob think of a pendulum.
    Beep. Swing to the left.
    Beep. Swing to the right.
    Like The Pit and The Pendulum. A body, lying there, strapped to the table. A blade swinging back and forth.
    Beep. To the left.
    Beep. To the right.
    “Jacob?” his mother said. “It’s late. You should go to bed, sweetie. You’ve been up all night. I’ll sit with him.”
    Jacob stood up and looked back at the hospital bed, where his father was strapped in, waiting for the pendulum to fall.
    Beep.
    Beep.

    1. I recently just started researching on Flash Fiction, and yesterday was the first time I ever wrote one. 😉 I think we have that in common.

      Thanks for participating. I think you did a great job. You had a protagonist, and you had a beginning, middle and end to your story. And, you did it all in less than 100 words. 🙂

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