I really enjoyed participating in yesterday’s Blog Share. Writing my own anonymous post was a lot of fun…as was reading all of the contributions! I think that -R- deserves at least a gajillion gold stars for organizing everything. Folks, I can’t even organize my clean laundry! I can’t imagine setting up thirty-something bloggers to anonymously post on each other’s blogs…especially because she is also pregnant. She is obviously Super Woman.
Blog Share got me thinking about Flash Fiction Friday. I participated in FFF when I first started blogging; it was a great way to get back into writing. The only rule was to use the assigned words to begin your short story. I loved to see how differently all the stories were. Plus, it was a good way to find new blogs. I miss JJ, the organizer; wish he hadn’t dropped out of blog world.
If you’re interested in checking out some of my previous Flash Fiction Friday short stories, you can find them here:
Of course, hindsight is 20/20, but in reflection not having any…
I put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door, shut it, locked it, and turned around to find…
6 responses so far ↓
-R- // July 17, 2008 at 2:40 pm |
It’s not that hard – just time consuming – but thanks.
Sra // July 17, 2008 at 2:49 pm |
I’ve got a book called Flash Fiction that I absolutely adore. There’s also a great book in my collection called pieces which has some longer short stories, and I think it was produced by MTV.
I’ll have to read those again. And I’ll check out your flash fiction as well. Thanks.
Gwen // July 17, 2008 at 9:31 pm |
You should spearhead one. I’d play.
ubermilf // July 18, 2008 at 2:52 pm |
I tried to resurrect FFF last year.
The only person who participated besides me was an old high school classmate of mine.
ubermilf // July 18, 2008 at 3:01 pm |
I resurrected it: http://ubermilf.blogspot.com/
Maxwell // August 14, 2008 at 3:18 pm |
At the alter he stopped.
Realised the place was empty; not only that, probably closed.
He peered down at his feet feeling like a tomb robber.
Then he noticed it.
The floor was paved by gravestones; worn by the feet of the guilt-ridden.
Outside he could hear King Tubby playing from one of the market stalls.
Decided to leave Jesus to it and eat barbecued corn instead.