On My Father and On Happiness

Another small hint fiction and a slightly larger story for you. I feel bad for not posting another story yesterday, so I’ll catch up today.

On My Father

He loves peanut butter,
He loves chocolate,
But he hates Reese’s.

On Happiness

When you ache
From all the times you thought you’d fail
And you were sure it was over;
When you thought you were stuck,
And that someone pulls you up.

In the Fog

Hi everyone, I liked how my story came out yesterday so I did something similar tonight. I used another picture as inspiration for this short flash fiction piece, and I think this is pretty good too. Enjoy!

Here’s the picture: 26116134450_cbafb10429_z.jpg


In the Fog

The fog looked as soft as the moss we were stepping on as we attempted to walk through the forest. It was fall, and cold, and rainy, and the leaves on the trees were all dead. The wind must have blown all the leaves away, we thought, as we stepped carefully over the fallen rocks realizing the ground was bare. There were no chipmunks or squirrels flying through the trees or looking on the ground for nuts and acorns. We were alone with no sense of where we were going. No initial plan, no GPS, no food. No sun, no moon. With night creeping in fast, and no tent, the trees too small to climb up, we found a small cave to huddle in for warmth. We had a lighter, but the branches were wet from the rain. After violently shivering for nearly the entire night, we finally managed to close our eyes. Soon after, we don’t know what—something large—made its presence known.

Roller Coaster

I know its almost 1:30am, and technically tomorrow, meaning that I missed my deadline, but oh well! Also, since it’s late, and I’m incredibly tired, I wrote a hint fiction piece. For those of you who follow my blog, I’ve done this many times in the past. I learned about hint fiction during my undergrad at Queens College. For those that haven’t followed my blog, or don’t know about hint fiction, hint fiction is a story that is twenty five words or less. This took a lot longer than you would expect, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! I hope you are too. Tomorrow, I’ll write something longer. Enjoy.

Roller Coaster

Feeling every little bump,
he grips the bar tightly.
His heart can’t take it,
and feels it, smiling,
as he goes down one last time.

The Grass is Greener in California

School starts really soon and I’m not totally sure what to expect. My first day is this Thursday. I’ve been talking about getting my MFA for a long time and now that I’m actually going to start the process, I’m really nervous and excited. I can’t wait to grow as a writer and learn from some of the best in New York City. I feel that everything can only go up from this point on.

For this post, I’m doing three hint fiction stories. The difference (attempt) is to have the three stories stand alone, and work as a whole. Does it work? Add to the story if you want in the comments. Remember: 25 words or less. Enjoy.

The Grass is Greener in California

Everyone’s lawn was brown and dead,
black and charred from the fires.
We moved to a spot we thought was better,
thoughtlessly leaving everyone behind.

We didn’t know the new neighbors had their lawns spray-painted.
We laughed at first, but joined soon after.
Fake as them, fake as our lawns.

Didn’t take much to forget about home.
We hope everything is well, but truth be told,
it’s all the same.
Is the grass really greener?

Seeing Each Other for the First Time

This post is going to come from a prompt: Write about two people that see each other for the first time. Instinct tells me to do hint fiction, so that’s the plan, despite the limited number of likes it seems to generate. For those that don’t know, hint fiction is a story using twenty-five words or less. I’ll write more than one, so this post can’t be seen as a cop out. Try writing your own hint fiction. It’s tougher than you would think. Hope you enjoy.

Time Will Tell

Her eyes reminded him of home.
His hair brought her to the beach, her favorite place.
When she laughs, he laughs.

Love at first sight.

Blind Date

They knew each other
the moment they saw each other.
She said his eyes gave him away.
He said it was her smile.

A New Perspective

They dated for four years.
It took only one day, one mistake,
to realize that they were
looking at each other for the first time.

Your Left Eye

This very short story is going to come from a prompt I found online: Open a random book to a random page and start your story with the first line on the page. The book will be This is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz.

The line: “Your left eye used to drift when you were tired or upset.”

Your left eye used to drift when you were tired or upset. It’s how your family knew to give you space. Like, there was too much going on in your head for it all to be contained. It only went away when you felt like opening up or slept all day like you always wanted to. Certain words, too, could make it drift away. Her name always did it. Like at a party, where someone you know brings her up without knowing what happened, and it would be too rude to leave. That was the best you could do at the time, and you learned to do it every time.

Or if you saw her at a party. She’d ask you how you were, and you’d say you’re fine, but even she noticed the eye and would walk away. Too much time spent with you for her not to notice. It didn’t help that it was a different color. Right: brown; left: blue. Not anything like your old friend from middle school who has one brown and one green eye. That at least blends in, forces you to look closely. Yours, you can tell from a mile away. Original, just like you.

Now when you see her, the eye doesn’t drift as much. You’ve grown a lot more than you realize. You understand things happen for a reason, and that pain is only temporary. You know if you give it everything you have, regret won’t beat you into the ground like it used to. It’s not your fault. You tell yourself this over and over again, and start to believe it, slowly, but steadily.

What Family Is For

Here’s the story I promised! It’s going to be a quick, flash fiction piece, but hopefully pack a big punch.


What Family Is For

It won’t be long until he’s gone. The house will be quieter, and my dad might finally get some sleep. He’s worked hard his entire life and deserves the rest. But how could he, or I, sleep knowing we’ll be missing someone near and dear to us? I’m supposed to feel bad, considering he’s my brother, but I can’t help feeling happy, even though I know he’ll be upset from the moment he walks out the door. And how will he be able to sleep knowing we were so quick to leave him behind? Would he even know?

Probably not…