For english class, we had to write a piece of flash fiction (which is really short). It had to be minimalist fiction meaning that we should not talk too much about character and setting etc.
My flash fiction is really a kind of metaphor. I leave the reader figure out what is being said (read between the lines) and was wondering if what I wrote was any good.
I will let you read it and will write what I intended in the end. But if you do not understand it the first time you read it, read it over and let it ponder. I want to hear what you thought I meant, please.
I named this piece:
When Spring Comes
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t be.”
“Why not?”
“There’s no need for fear.”
“How can you say that? How else am I supposed to react?” The women shivered. It was a cold night. The moon shone above them, but they were shaded by the gray tree.
“Nothing is sure yet”.
“Of course it’s sure, you heard him as much as I did”. The women touched the cold bark of the tree. “I hate winter”.
“Why is that? Don’t you like all that beautiful white snow?”
“No. Look what it’s doing to the trees, to the beauty of nature. It’s killing it”. They looked around in silence. The moon rays were their only source of light. It was shining above a forest of trees that looked dead to the world, and in the distance, a creature howled.
“I wonder how the trees feel in the fall. You know, when it’s losing all its leaves. It must be a time of sorrow for them – to lose what they have most beautiful”.
“Well, they know that, when spring comes, everything will be okay. Their leaves will grow back, and they’ll be as beautiful as ever”. The women sticks to his words, knowing that what he says is true. She will need a lot of courage to go through this, but together, they can do it.
Now, the only thing they have to do in wait for their spring to come.
...
This is actually what I meant:
The women in this story actually has cancer, and my referring to the trees in winter and them losing their leaves may be connected with the fact that the first stage in the ugliness of cancer is to lose your hair. Winter is tough and so is going through cancer. But when spring comes, everything is okay - When the women grows her hair back, she will have fought her cancer.
Please tell me what you think about this piece of writting.
Thank You.
My flash fiction is really a kind of metaphor. I leave the reader figure out what is being said (read between the lines) and was wondering if what I wrote was any good.
I will let you read it and will write what I intended in the end. But if you do not understand it the first time you read it, read it over and let it ponder. I want to hear what you thought I meant, please.
I named this piece:
When Spring Comes
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t be.”
“Why not?”
“There’s no need for fear.”
“How can you say that? How else am I supposed to react?” The women shivered. It was a cold night. The moon shone above them, but they were shaded by the gray tree.
“Nothing is sure yet”.
“Of course it’s sure, you heard him as much as I did”. The women touched the cold bark of the tree. “I hate winter”.
“Why is that? Don’t you like all that beautiful white snow?”
“No. Look what it’s doing to the trees, to the beauty of nature. It’s killing it”. They looked around in silence. The moon rays were their only source of light. It was shining above a forest of trees that looked dead to the world, and in the distance, a creature howled.
“I wonder how the trees feel in the fall. You know, when it’s losing all its leaves. It must be a time of sorrow for them – to lose what they have most beautiful”.
“Well, they know that, when spring comes, everything will be okay. Their leaves will grow back, and they’ll be as beautiful as ever”. The women sticks to his words, knowing that what he says is true. She will need a lot of courage to go through this, but together, they can do it.
Now, the only thing they have to do in wait for their spring to come.
...
This is actually what I meant:
The women in this story actually has cancer, and my referring to the trees in winter and them losing their leaves may be connected with the fact that the first stage in the ugliness of cancer is to lose your hair. Winter is tough and so is going through cancer. But when spring comes, everything is okay - When the women grows her hair back, she will have fought her cancer.
Please tell me what you think about this piece of writting.
Thank You.
thats the first piece of "flash fiction" ive ever read, though I know about it from my library, but I have to say that was really good. I was really intrigued, and I get what you mean even though I have no idea whats going on. The girl is goinig through.. something difficult... and the other person is there explaining to her that if they get through the rough time the good will come again