The opening sentence for the June 23rd Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “It was really dark last night, but I’m pretty sure this is the place.” Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash. (200 words)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, July 1st, 2016.
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“People shouldn’t have to earn kindness.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won’t settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn’t take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It’s an offering. A gift.”
― Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones
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“Most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, “What else could this mean?”
― Shannon L. Alder
Week of 06-21 through 06-27-2016
Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.
3. Please credit photo to photographer.
4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.
5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.
The library was impressive; the kind of library where one daren’t touch any book, much less presume to read the words inside. What use had men such as these for my set of skills?
My hands itched to hold one of those gilded book, but I resisted. The untouchable old men who existed in this place took quick offense. These books were not meant for the baseness of the human touch.
“The Librarian will see you now.” A crustacean of a man shuttled me through endless stacks until we arrived at the Head Librarian’s bench, behind which he sat like a thunderous god of old.
“There is an auction. A book we must acquire. Do you understanding?”
On my way out, I retrieved my gun. Next morning, I was on the Red-Eye to Paris.
The sun dipped towards the horizon, painting streaks of colors across the plane. Would he come?
Million dollar question. If he came, that meant one thing; if he didn’t, another. Part of me hoped it was the latter. Never seeing him again silenced my part as if it had never begun.
If he came, safety was found in yet another way.
How had I gotten myself into this mess?
“Ready?”
I looked up the stairs. The pilot wanted to go home, but I shook my head. Felt him first, turning to glimpse his darkness silhouetted against the sun.
The sun vanished and so did he.
“Pain is a relatively objective, physical phenomenon; suffering is our psychological resistance to what happens. Events may create physical pain, but they do not in themselves create suffering. Resistance creates suffering. Stress happens when your mind resists what is… The only problem in your life is your mind’s resistance to life as it unfolds. ”
― Dan Millman
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