Now we’re in the thick of it. Or more accurately, at the end of it. The next class is also the last class and the last exercise is a tough one because it has to be a personal, poignant event. Unfortunately, the one that came to mind is a rather embarrassing one. I could write something else, but that wouldn’t be in keeping with the spirit of the writing class. The event that came immediately to mind was something that happened when I was fifteen. The strange thing is that I h

I’m happy to say that my piece of flash fiction, The Parking Lot , was well received. The instructor offered a few bits of constructive criticism for improving some of the sentences, but the story worked well. My first metaphor managed to set the stage for the plot, a metaphor about half way through increased the tension, and by the time the five-paragraph story was completed I had a strong resolution. When I sat down to write The Parking Lot , I had no idea what I wanted to

I can’t say I held strictly to the letter in this assignment. I predominantly used hearing, smell, taste and touch, but I slipped in a little bit of sight. But the exercise did remind me of what I constantly forget, and that is to incorporate as many senses as possible when writing. It really does make the description richer. Then there is the story itself. When I sat down to write this one page piece of flash fiction, I had no idea what I would write about. Normally I’m a p