This week’s challenge is simple in description, but perhaps complex in execution.
It is about pacing and arrangement.
A piece of flash fiction is usually treated in a certain way — it’s short, so it uses the brevity of the form to often capture a snapshot in time.
We’re going to open that up a little bit.
You still have 1000 words.
But you’re going to break that up into 10 chapters.
Now, ostensibly that works out to about 100 words per chapter, though variation on that is fine. However you see fit to make it work. The goal here is to maintain brevity but increase scope. Can you tell a larger story in a smaller space? Does breaking it up make that easier — or harder?
Otherwise, standard rules apply.
Any genre will do.
Post at your blog, then drop a link in the comments here to that blog.
Due by next Friday, March 28th, noon EST.
1000 words, split into ten chapters. Now write it.
Chapter 1- The End
I heard the last words spoken to me “Thank you.” I saw my nurse. The next sounds I heard will echo with me forever- a bird, a baby’s cry, a crack of glass, and then the explosion. Silence. Darkness. Pain. My fingers trailed up my arm only to be met with warm blood. I tried to scoop it with my hand, to hold it, to keep it, to remember it. My breath became shallow. I tried to curl my body into a fetal position but something was restricting my legs- something heavy. This wasn’t my fault. He told me to do it. It is what I read. I felt guilt.
Chapter 2- The Beginning
Mom threw a plate against the wall. It shattered. My dad was yelling “It’s not her fault! Don’t blame her for this! It was an accident!” I sat on the bottom of the stairs listening. My mom still loves me- I tell myself quietly. I see the face of my little brother as he falls off the cliff- he just wanted the flower- I kept telling him it was too dangerous.
“She pushed him! She hated him!” why was my mom so angry with me.
I was six.
The next day I was sent to a new school.
Crack. The ruler hit me hard across the knuckles. “You may not draw those pictures anymore” the nun scolded me. I only drew what was in my head. Why were these pictures in my head? Where did they come from? From the man? He left me notes. Everyday a new note. I would draw what I read. The nuns hated me. One tried to help me but she left. The other nuns told me I scared her away. I don’t understand.
I am alone.
I am eight.
We are running faster than ever. I have friend. His name is Seth. Farther and farther away we flee with unbounded joy. He tells me he loves me. He rescues me from school. We lay in the leaves. He touches me and I don’t stop him. We fall asleep. The man hands me a note. I awake and Seth is dead. He loved me.
I am nine.
I found a house. It was red. I called it home. I have a dog. I have new friends. I am happy here. The grass is green and I can play. The man still comes to me but he just sits quietly, he must like it here too. My new friends have a new friend. His name is Peter. He is older. He calls me beautiful. Tells me he loves me. He touches me and I do not stop him. We fall asleep. The man hands me a note. I look back the house is on fire. I don’t understand.
I walk away.
I am ten.
The walls are white here. Everything is white. They say they are here to help. They have needles. I breathe in and the needles feel good. The needles take me to another place. The man is gone. I do not see him here. Where did he go? He was the only constant.
I like it here. I feel safe. I feel warm.
I have a nurse. His name is Walter. He gives me the injections. He is nice. He touches me and I do not want him too. No…. The man comes back. He is bigger than I remember. He looks mad. He hands me a note.
I am scared.
I am twelve.
I am free. Who is this woman? She has come to take me. She is with the state. She takes me to a new place. I do not like it. I leave. I am on the street. I meet a man. He gives me a job. A lot of people touch me. I do not care. I do not feel. They pay him. They do not hurt me. I have new needles. I control the needles. I learn to love the needles.
I feel nothing.
I am thirteen.
I am happy. I have friends. I have the needles. The man comes to see me. He is patient. He only sits and waits with me. I meet a teacher who teaches me. He teaches me about explosives. I learn enough. I ask him for supplies. I make something. It’s made of glass. It is beautiful. I wrap a present. It feels good to put a bow on it.
It is my birthday.
I am fourteen.
I see the house. It is white with a green roof. I knock on the door. She is pretty. She has a baby in her arms. The baby is beautiful. I ask her if this is Walter’s house. She said yes. I told her he used to take care of me and I brought this gift. She said the present was beautiful. She said “Thank you.”
I went to the side of the house. I waited. I saw a bird’s nest in the tree. I was sad. The man came. He sat with me. He comforted me.
Now I sit here alone. I don’t know where I am. I think I am alone. I can’t tell. The air is cool but I feel the sun warm on my cheeks. I cannot hear. I cannot see. I imagine green grass and beautiful flowers. I feel his breath. I see him kneel before me. I thought he was gone. I feel comforted by his presence. For the first time he touches my face. I can hear. I can see. I feel different. More alive.
In the distance I see a girl. She is hurting inside. The man tells me to go to her. I write her a note. I write the same thing the man first wrote me. “Draw your feelings.”
I am an angel.