Are you binging Love is Blind on Netflix? Or are you down to clown with something even trashier? I'm planning to share some of the pieces I worked on in my creative writing class. All two of you reading this who are not Russian spam bots are thrilled. Some will be timed exercises we completed in class, others will be longer pieces completed outside of class.
This first piece was an experiment in flash fiction. The instructor passed around a little box with writing prompts on folded slips of paper. We had to select two, but were allowed to look at only one before the timer began and we had to start writing. After 5 minutes, we had to stop, look at the second prompt, and use the remaining 5 minutes to shift the focus of the story to incorporate the new prompt.
Madness
He bit the nurse on the soft flesh of her upper arm. It was an act of curiosity, of impulse. He was not in the midst of a struggle, she was not restraining him.
He had been sitting in a hard plastic chair by the window, reading a fraying 6-month old New Yorker issue for the 3rd time that week. When the nurse brushed past him to adjust the window shade, he caught a top-note of vanilla in her perfume, and imagined biting into the soft marshmallow flesh of her pale, doughy bicep.
Greed
In the space of a blink, he saw a boyhood camping trip. There were s’mores. He loaded up his roasting stick, practically a sapling, with as many marshmallows as he could before the others finished building the fire.
When the bigger boys set down the matches and turned to the stump where they’d laid out the supplies, they found 3 jet puffed marshmallows, a crumpled Hershey’s wrapper, and half of a smashed graham cracker.
It took the search party two days to locate him. He suffered a bit from exposure and dehydration. He was never hungry.
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