I came across this idea on Lisa Falzon’s site – Flash Wounds. She calls it writing/art. So I’m going to try it with some of my flash fiction.
A Haiku for Carpe Diem
“Don’t like this, Billy. Can’t we just tell the police – say it was an accident?”
“But it wasn’t, Jimmy and it won’t take the police long to figure that out. Better this way. We put her in the boat, add a few of them stones and push it out on to the lake. This rusty old hulk will sink in no time.”
As, Jimmy, reluctantly hauled Jen’s body into the boat, Billy, took one of the rocks and hit him over the head. He couldn’t trust his friend to keep his mouth shut. Fortunately there was room for both bodies.
A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers
‘Sedoka‘ is an old, obscure form of Japanese poetry. It is an unrhymed poem made of two three-lined ‘katauta’ with syllable counts 5-7-7, 5-7-7. A sedoka is a pair of katauta as a single poem. As well as being a single poem, the two katauta should be able to stand alone.
tied with blue ribbons
bundles of old love letters –
ancient kisses still attached
as I close my eyes
I feel your sweet lips on mine –
in my mind you are still here
a silly mistake,
that’s what my father called me –
it’s why we never got on
buried him today,
in the town where we grew up –
I decided not to go
I read an article this morning from Austin Kleon’s Newsletter about an intriguing way of writing very short stories. A chap called Jez Burrows has started writing ‘Dictionary Stories’ where he has been … “experimenting with writing very, very short stories made up entirely of the example sentences given for words in the dictionary, with nothing added except a little punctuation to piece them together.” So I downloaded the Oxford Dictionary of English app and had a go. (The underlined words were the ones I looked up in the dictionary.)
Lady Caroline Lamb. One of his sophisticated London women. She was small and scrawny and the sinews in her neck stood out. A woman was supposed to stand by her man come what may. She stood still, heart hammering. She had to keep calm at all costs. Sampson was a small man, standing 5 ft 4 in tall. He stared at her in amazement. Glass cracked at the sound of a pistol shot. The bullet entered his stomach. She fell to her knees and began to weep.
Some one-line Haiku – all exactly 17 syllables long. In response to the prompt from Carpe Diem Special #162.
Tall trees lean towards one another in the wind, whispering secrets.
You laid the blame at my feet – an ugly brute, evil and venomous.
I call your number, yearning to hear your voice but you never answer.
You stand at the altar looking beautiful – but I’m not beside you.