Flash Fiction
Avatar Challenge
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When the Flash Fiction Group was first set up I did the current avatar in a mad panic and so it really isn’t the best – and I think Flash Fiction is one of the best groups on the Bubble!!! So, here’s an extra Challenge for the month of July. Have a go at designing a new logo for our group, or collaborate with another artist to do it. BUT you must also provide a 150 word STORY about the avatar with all the required elements of a short story. It can be any genre you like, but it must relate directly to the image you are submitting. All text and images must be posted in this thread for consideration. This challenge closes 31 July your local time. |
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I’m first…...........
“Well , to be honest, they arrive next to my bed about once a month when a hand attached to a saggy three dimensional lightening bolt scribbles short sharp stories and leaves them next to my bed.” I replied “Honestly?” “Of course not you idiot I’m full of shit. I research for weeks at a time in libraries and in real life situations , sometimes staying days on the street to get that authentic feel” I snapped. “Huh, I’ve read your stories the first answer is more plausible” He replied |
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hahahahahahaha – classic Nolanesque. |
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Phone call from your publisher about the difficult second novel “What you can’t say in 150 words isn’t worth saying: “Yeah; but I was ringing you about the novel…” “Well I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write any more of it.” “What do you mean you haven’t had the time?” “Like I said; I HAVE BEEN BUSY.” “Have they changed your medication?” “NO” “Can I speak to the duty nurse?” “NO” “Why not?” “Because he’s dead; and you’re next”. |
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In the dark I see it. My notebook. It’s wanting – no, needing my attention. Not content in being ignored, it begins to glow, gently at first, pulsating in a rhythm of its own making. Intrigued, I cannot help myself from glancing over, entranced by the bright colors emanating from its cover. I know what it wants, what it needs. It’s not like it asks much from me; a few words here, a paragraph there. One hundred fifty to be exact. On days where the muse is kind, it will even accept a little less. But never more. It begins flashing incessantly, beckoning me, and I must go. Everything else will just have to wait. Hovering my hand over its iridescent colors, I open the cover and begin to give it that which it desires: my fiction. In a flash it is over, leaving us both satiated and content. |
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WOw I have become an “esque” |
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Danny, I think to be an esque you would have been born an esque! It’s a natural self-ness that comes through creativity. You are distinctly Nolanesque (or perhaps it would be more correct to say Danny-esque!!) LOL. |
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Words flowed like rivers over cliff tops. © Alison Pearce 2008 Collaboration with Coppertrees and inspired by her artwork Rising
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Hope this works…
“So, tell me, what is it you do in this group again?” “Well, we all gather in one spot and share short stories we have within ourselves. We laugh, gasp, go on adventures, see something beautiful and sometimes even shed a tear. Then in a flash it is done” “Oh, I get it, so it’s kind of like, you show me your stories and I’ll show you mine?” “Haha. Well, you could look at it like that” “Sounds like fun. I think I shall join” “Please do, the more people that do, the more stories we get to see and ultimately the more fun we all have” “So, how do I go about joining this flash fiction group?” “Well all you have to do is….Oh, is that the word count? |
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My entry to this challenge: “There was a time I would never do something like this…” The pilot handed me a helmet and ignored my rambling. “…I mean, I’m acrophobic…” He further disregarded me. “…and, I’m prone to labyrinthitis, motion sickness…” “Then why are you here?” He stopped and faced me, his five o’clock shadow looking like half passed six. “…I guess I like doing things no one would ever expect me to do.” He nodded and hopped into the cockpit. “Why do they call you Flash?” I motioned to the nickname on his helmet. He smiled. “Because, when I’m up there, it’s all atmosphere and legend. You’ll see, mister ride-a-long; I’m fast and to the point, and, when everything is said and done, it’s like you never saw me coming.” “You’re like one of my stories,” I replied. “You sure I’m I the only one?” He said, winking at me from under silver sunglasses. © Copyright Brian Jaime and bchrsidesigns, 2008. All Rights Reserved. This is how it looks as an avatar: Oh, and there is a t-shirt version for anyone who is interested: Cheers! ~ b.chris :-) |
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ahemmm |
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Ahem, yeah, I know. I haven’t made up my mind yet. Been busy. |






