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Yesh! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED ART! ^^^
I recently came across Ashfur4ever's blog about about micro stories. I decided to write a few on PMC, to make myself a better writer, if you don't know me, I'm a writer.
So this is Ash's description about a microstory.
So, I have written lots of great ones, but I have no clue where any of them are. Most likely sitting on a flashdrive somewhere, but here is one I just wrote.
I recently came across Ashfur4ever's blog about about micro stories. I decided to write a few on PMC, to make myself a better writer, if you don't know me, I'm a writer.
So this is Ash's description about a microstory.
Ash's Description
We learned in English that a story 5 - 10 sentences long is considered a
'micro story.' A story that is more then 10 sentences long to a page,
no more, is considered a 'flash story.'
'micro story.' A story that is more then 10 sentences long to a page,
no more, is considered a 'flash story.'
So, I have written lots of great ones, but I have no clue where any of them are. Most likely sitting on a flashdrive somewhere, but here is one I just wrote.
Chapter 1
I laid back on the chair. I could feel the breeze, cooling us down, preparing for us for the new season. It was finally summer, no work, no teachers, no Stanley the bully. It felt amazing Without any work, I could just relax. I got up and called to Danny to play.
"Dan, wanna do some basketball?" I offered him, "I can teach you some more about shooting hoops."
"Nah, I'm heading to the swingset, you can come if you want," Danny turned down.
"Mmmmm, okay. I'll race you," I challenged.
"You're on, mister," he accepted.
I knealed down in the grass, and started counting, "3... 2... 1... Go!"
I bent down and rolled forward and tickled his knee and ran as fast as I could.
I could feel my dark heavy black hair flowing in the breeze in an instant, gushing through my sleeves, making me feel great, like the old days.. before it happened...
Yeah, it's not that big, I just want to see if people like micro-stories, I can bet you that you'll like my next one over 100000000000000000000000000000 times more.
I laid back on the chair. I could feel the breeze, cooling us down, preparing for us for the new season. It was finally summer, no work, no teachers, no Stanley the bully. It felt amazing Without any work, I could just relax. I got up and called to Danny to play.
"Dan, wanna do some basketball?" I offered him, "I can teach you some more about shooting hoops."
"Nah, I'm heading to the swingset, you can come if you want," Danny turned down.
"Mmmmm, okay. I'll race you," I challenged.
"You're on, mister," he accepted.
I knealed down in the grass, and started counting, "3... 2... 1... Go!"
I bent down and rolled forward and tickled his knee and ran as fast as I could.
I could feel my dark heavy black hair flowing in the breeze in an instant, gushing through my sleeves, making me feel great, like the old days.. before it happened...
Yeah, it's not that big, I just want to see if people like micro-stories, I can bet you that you'll like my next one over 100000000000000000000000000000 times more.
| Credit | microstory, druxe, summer, danny, stanley, I-bet-you'll-like-it-so-much-more-next-time |
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