Hey everyone. This is the follow up (it was part of the same assignment given in class) to the previous post. Again, the title is the prompt. The idea with this and the last post was to write short pieces with only one sentence paragraphs.
A Place You Once Lived
I lived in an upstairs apartment on 28th Street in Astoria, Queens.
I hesitate to use the word lived because I moved when I was four, and I didn’t have enough time to remember it.
I’m only twenty-four now and I still feel like I have only just begun to live.
One day, I’m going to go back to my roots, and I’m going to bring my girlfriend with me.
Hopefully, it will never be a place I once lived in again.
This is another small flash fiction piece that I did in class. The title is the prompt. Write your own stories in the comments below or email me. I would love to start showcasing all my followers’ work here! Make it as long or as short as you want! Here’s mine:
A Place You Are Just Passing Through
A small town is filled with a million different things going on.
It seems uneventful, because I’m only passing through, but it is its own universe for some.
Everything they will ever know and love is there.
They could be coming Home.
It deserves to be looked at more closely.
Almost forgot to post a story tonight! Imagine that: one day into the streak and I fuck it up. Not this time, though!
This story, again, comes from class. Here, we were given a photocopied page of a weird book about songs people used to sing while working around the house. The first section of this story is an exact quote. The next two build off it.
“I will sweep the floor,
Make it very clean;
Sweep behind the door
Till not a speck is seen.”
No one told me
That being a mother
Would involve turning my child
Into a slave, or singing stupid
Songs from from a stupid book,
But then again,
At least the floor is clean.
She said her mother sang these songs
While they used to clean
The dirty floors. “It was my only lasting
Memory of her,”
Where do they come up with this?
I’d rather cry alone upstairs,
Or sleep on the filthy floor,
Than sing another stupid line.