tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66420761667969028532024-03-12T14:25:26.163-04:00Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction FridayWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger916125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-10328914353385918622014-11-07T09:43:00.002-05:002014-11-07T09:43:43.280-05:00RelocationWe have moved the active site location for Flashy Fiction Friday to <a href="http://flashyfictionfriday.wordpress.com/">http://flashyfictionfriday.wordpress.com/</a>.<br />
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This site will continue on as a rather extensive archive, with the added benefit of folks who find it still being able to post stories into the comments.<br />
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The move from Blogger to WordPress is being done to take advantage of some of WP's built-in posting, notification, and socializing features. We're hoping that by moving the site, we're able to generate more interest and expand our audience and participation.<br />
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Thanks for visiting!Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-30115730800452191832014-10-31T09:26:00.001-04:002014-10-31T09:26:11.749-04:00A Graveyard on Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A spooky graveyard presided over by the statue of an angel. Write a little Flashy Fiction that finds you in the graveyard on Halloween night. Happy Halloween!Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-15302562723735660882014-10-17T11:56:00.001-04:002014-10-17T12:03:52.826-04:00Wendigo Woods<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Imagine you've gotten lost in the forest. You're sure you've heard noises behind you. Maybe it's an animal. Maybe something or someone else. Maybe your imaginatoon. You stumble across a trail, a road, that leads you to what you see above. Aside from the electrified fence and lights, the place looks and sounds deserted. Write a little Flashy Fiction that finishes this story. Do you enter or turn back?</div>
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I'm heading out for the weekend to enjoy the outdoors and the cool autumn weather with my family. Today's prompt is to write a little Flashy Fiction about an outdoor adventure. Be sure to make the setting part of the story --the beautiful colors of the autumn woods, the crispness of the air, etc. Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com62tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-82892758092598953372014-09-26T11:10:00.000-04:002014-09-26T11:10:58.003-04:00Dead Poets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the founders of Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday, Walt Wojtanik, has just published a book of poetry, the cover of which is shown above. In honor of this occasion, today's prompt is to take the title or a line from a favorite poem by a Dead Poet (or maybe one "Once Removed") and create a little Flashy Fiction from it. Congrats, Walt!Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-57735626602232093462014-09-19T09:28:00.002-04:002014-09-19T09:28:49.509-04:00Advice from a Tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">
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Long-lived, compared to humans, tress may see the changing of many seasons across centuries. Write a little Flashy Fiction in which your protagonist receives some advice from a tree. Or maybe, your protagonist is the tree providing the advice. The advice could be something from the picture or not. </div>
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Sunset. The beautiful end to sunny days. For many kids, this weekend will be the sunset of their summer vacations. For today's prompt, write a little Flashy Fiction about a sunset --describe a beautiful sunset scene like the one pictured above, tell us a story about something happening at sunset, about how you feel when watching a sunset, or, maybe, about the sunset of a life.Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-83900482338333300782014-08-08T16:06:00.000-04:002014-08-08T16:06:17.112-04:00The Midas Touch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A great digital creation of a beautiful flower made of golden flakes is the picture prompt for today. Write a little flashy fiction about King Midas' curse. How does your protagonist, or antagonist, maybe, deal with her ability to turn what she touches into gold? Does she find it a blessing or a curse? Does the curse only happen when she touches things with her hand, a different part of her body, or any part of her body? Has she found a way to cope, to prevent accidentally turning things to gold? Maybe she's being exploited by someone else. Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-54728299960283666562014-08-01T08:48:00.001-04:002014-08-01T08:48:28.960-04:00Overseer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, this site's been a tad neglected this summer. Over a month since our last prompt. Had we a more diligent Overseer, like the one in the picture above, maybe we'd not have missed so many weeks. Today's prompt, then, and taking a cue from Walt's "Character Sketch" prompts, write a brief character sketch (200-250 words) detailing an overseer. Give him/her a name and tell of their circumstance...feline companion not required.Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-20431907071060888532014-06-20T09:01:00.000-04:002014-06-20T09:01:05.704-04:00Lillipution Invasion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Imagine being washed ashore after a boating accident or simply taking a nap on the beach and waking up to these folks all around and on top of you. You don't appear to be tied down. Maybe, your point of view is that of one of the "Lilliputions" instead of "Gulliver." Write a little Flashy Fiction describing what happens. </div>
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Walt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-86184749267312453432014-05-16T08:37:00.001-04:002014-05-23T10:52:40.058-04:00Party Time on the Island<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The scene opens with the shot above: a semi-remote island on a three-mooned planet. The lights at the base of the towering mountains indicate some sort of grand party. Write a little Flashy Fiction about what we'll see when the camera zooms in and peeks through the trees.Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-8960898393839515542014-05-09T10:03:00.000-04:002014-05-09T10:03:39.823-04:00CUB REPORTER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>You were away for a bit. On an adventure, maybe exploring other places. Perhaps you were off writing poetry for a month! You come back home to pull the covers off of the furniture and settle back into your existence. But something is just not quite right. Things are noticeably askew, and you get the feeling someone was here in your absence. Tell us who, what, when, where and how come(?). I said things were slightly askew, didn't I?</b><br />
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Setting can be major part of making your story believable. Sometimes, it can be a character, or very close to it. For today's exercise at Flashy Fiction, create a setting for us that draws us into the scene, but do it succinctly...give us your version of Mr. King's overturned tricycle.Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-42672973912679899202014-04-18T06:45:00.000-04:002014-04-18T06:45:00.942-04:00Just Poem It!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's National Poetry Month in the United States. As such, there are many sites hosting Poem-A-Day Challenges throughout April. For today's writing prompt, we're going to try to work a poem into the mix. No, you don't need to write a poem, but for those who'd like to, write a poem about anything and share it here --a poem about a poem or about creating a poem would be fantastic. Another prompt idea: Take a well known phrase and change it to be about poems, then write a little Flashy Fiction about it. <br />
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Choose one of the poemed phrased below or create your own.<br />
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<li>A poem a day keeps the doctor away</li>
<li>A poem in the hand is worth two in the bush</li>
<li>A fool and his poem are soon parted</li>
<li>Little Miss Goody Two-poems</li>
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Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-7049478928927884472014-04-04T11:38:00.000-04:002014-04-04T11:38:32.245-04:00The Tide Is High<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trouble in paradise? Is this island sinking into the sea, being flooded by the aftermath (or lead in) of a big storm, or is it maybe just a typical high tide? Write a little Flashy Fiction that explains why the protagonist finds herself swimming or climbing trees when the ground is completely underwater.Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-627175417500373372014-03-21T05:30:00.000-04:002014-03-21T05:30:03.495-04:00Impending Doom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whoa! That doesn't bode well. Write a little Flashy Fiction in which your protagonist is watching it take place? What will they do? Try to be a bit more creative than "Die."<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><b>Ellen McHugh had finally steeled her nerve to face the task of clearing out grandmother's home after her sudden passing. Ellen found a box of letters written to her grandmother. They weren't from her grandfather. The correspondence was signed by a historic figure. Who was this person? Write a flashy piece of fiction detailing grandmother's hand in an important event!</b></i></span>Walt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-48094440043375139862014-03-07T05:00:00.000-05:002014-03-07T05:00:05.202-05:00Thaw her soul.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What would it take to make her love again? What happened to her in the past that caused her very being to frost over and give up on love? How does her story end? Does she even live in this realm?</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12247787261762184271noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-8528837700900798652014-02-28T09:07:00.003-05:002014-02-28T09:07:46.033-05:00Contemplation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She sits in quiet contemplation. Never moving. Always pensive. Write a little Flashy Fiction about the inspiration for this statue or about the thoughts and emotions it inspires when you look at it.
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Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-10610520534937579312014-02-21T02:00:00.000-05:002014-02-21T02:00:11.462-05:00PERSONALITY TRAITS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>In a little self-discovery, choose three facets of your personality. Create a character for each, giving them names and descriptions. Now place them in a Doctor's waiting room. One of the three is terminal. Write this scene.</i></span></b>Walt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-63429588548244311502014-02-14T02:20:00.000-05:002014-02-14T02:20:00.163-05:00Five Multi-colored Rings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I wanted to use the Sochi Games logo, but, as it is rather uninspired, I found a picture of the rings with some of the world flags behind them to use instead.</span></i><br />
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It's that time again. Time for (many) of the nations of the world to come together and compete in athletic events in a spirit of fairness and peace...hopefully. This prompt is really open other than sticking with a Winter Games theme. Write a little Flashy Fiction about the Olympics. It could be about training for the games, participating in them, watching them, plotting to cause destruction during them, thwarting terrorism at the games, or whatever else comes to mind. Maybe it's a story that is only linked to the Olympics because somehow the games or someone's preparation for it affected their life. Stretch the scope as needed, only be sure to keep winter and the Olympics in there somewhere. Have fun!Rob Halpinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728653200415213879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-13618193712449012212014-02-07T03:00:00.000-05:002014-02-07T03:00:00.268-05:00JUST THE FACTS - 7 FEB 2014This will be an ongoing exercise on FLASHY FICTION FRIDAY'S. You will be given a topic on which to write, a main character, a key object and a setting. And then you will be asked use all the facts to improvise your flash fiction.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">TOPIC: </span> Desperartion</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">MAIN CHARACTER:</span> an Evangelist</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">KEY OBJECT:</span> a memo</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">SETTING:</span> a Ghost town</span>Walt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-65811672208579990552014-01-31T06:25:00.000-05:002014-01-31T06:25:02.021-05:00Stargate?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">
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