Five Sentence Fiction Double Feature: Sick and/or Dying + Making Noise

 

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Why hello there. It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? I’d like to think it has been. Well, for the last few days I certainly have not been idle, I just haven’t been here. Well, I was sick for part of it. Sick with both a pretty nasty cold and a slowly-worsening case of senioritus. The fact that spell-check doesn’t acknowledge that word disgusts me. Well anyhow, I think (I think) that I’m very nearly done being sick. So now it’s just a matter of navigating all of the rest of the stuff in my life to keep my blog updated. And boy do I have some things to maybe share but in the meantime, here’s a special DOUBLE FEATURE of Five Sentence Fiction, one based on how I was feeling yesterday and one on how I was feeling the day before. Suffice to say, the height of my sickness was on Tuesday. And yet, the story based around Tuesday ISN’T the one about sickness.

Weird!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Word of Inspiration: Isolation

Word Count: 131

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Sick and/or Dying

 

Here’s something nobody tells you about being sick; people like to ignore you. Just because I’m probably highly contagious and I may have physically coughed up a lung once (but I can only do it twice, I mean I only have two of them) doesn’t mean I want to just stay in bed all day. Hidden benefit to being sick though— you can just guilt a lot of your friends into helping you and they wouldn’t dare say no to you unless they just want to prove how terrible they are at friendship and life. What do you mean you won’t run to the store and buy me Nyquil, oranges, two more pillows, a personal fan, and a baby ferret? You know what, I’m probably okay enough to just get myself.

 

 

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Word of Inspiration: Isolation

Word Count: 153

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Title: Making Noise

 

There’s noise coming out of my windows— not from the outside but from the inside. The noise is leaking out from my room and it’s the sound of keyboard clicks, shutters clacking, whispering and yelling and laughing and longing, and thoughts put to paper and screen and whiteboard. It must be deafening because nobody can look up from their walking in the streets to even look up to see where it’s all coming from. And I can see them from my window (I have seen their looks and haste before, you see) and I remember those looks from men and women in suits holding invisible gavels as they stand over the sentencing bench of my life. I have been making noise my entire life and now that the university falls away around me, I can see that the noise I thought was being loud enough to deafen was just falling upon deaf ears.

 

 

 


 

 

Yeah, something else nobody tells you about being sick is that it makes everything else seem a thousand times worse. And what’s even more terrible about THAT is that if you’re stressing about things that are actually bad then it just makes you feel even more sick. It’s a horrible cycle of destruction that is only solved by a timely intervention of Advil, sleep, and good luck.

At least two of those things you can get at your local pharmacy. I’m not telling you which two they are.

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Barely Divine: “You Had One Job”

 

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So, I completely forgot to add this when it came out. And it’s been out for a while now. So I figured I would finally upload it here. It’s amazing what kind of simple fixes are out there for extremely simple problems.

Staring the same folk from last time plus a few newcomers! I even make a cameo appearance! And it’s not just because nobody else was there to fill in!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

 

 

 


 

 

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Five Sentence Fiction: Ambrosial

 

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Well, I may not have done all of my schoolwork over this Spring Break (you should have seen the stacks of this stuff, it was redonkulous! I refused to do some of it out of pure principle and both hatred for Infinite Just [which is over now, thank you!] and love for Shogun 2: Total War) but I managed to get this done in time, darnnit! And wow do I find myself just going full self-introspection and playful (and almost punny) with these Five Sentence Fiction prompts. They’re a strangely cathartic release from the dark, broody, or character-internalized stories of Friday Fictioneers.

My Gemini-ness comes through yet again!

 

Have fun~

 


 

 

Word of Inspiration: Spoiled

Word Count: 137

Genre: Creative Realistic Fiction

Title: Ambrosial

 

 

It wasn’t even Thanksgiving but I probably wouldn’t believe anybody if they told me that. I had only been away for six months, two weeks, and fifteen days (because apparently the time just flies by when you’re at college). The turkey was the centerpiece but it all painted an ambrosial (look at me with my new college vocabulary, that’s $40,000 a year going to good use right there!) picture in my nose. The whole room smelt of smoked cedar, like everything on the table had been made by hand over the last three days by loving Russian Jewish mothers. And then my dad had to go and sneeze (but not just sneeze, he blew his nose too) and suddenly the feeling is six-weeks-too-old special kind of spoiled through a dark streak of mucus-green onto my nasal picture.

 

ALTERNATIVELY:

In honour of my desire for short, pithy sentences, allow me to show you my five-word five-sentence fiction entry:

 

Word of Inspiration: Spoiled

Word Count: 5

Genre: Creative Realistic Fiction

Title: I Refuse to Give This Story a Name

 

Turkey. Wafts. Cedar. Sneeze. Spoiled.

 

 

 


 

 

As it turns out, I lied horribly in my story. College does not go quickly. Even in retrospection, I feel like I’ve been in college for half of my natural life. My life-reshaping personal growth and revelations of knowledge I previously couldn’t even begin to comprehend may have had something to do with it, though.

Maybe. Probably. Possibly.

And also, I have no idea what cedar smells like when it burns but if it smells like its colours, I imagine is smells like my dining room with the molding-lights are on.

I hear literary folks eat descriptions like this up. Makes it feel very “real” and very “personal.” I would more call it, “Having no idea how to say something that is, by natural, indescribable.” Which is actually kind of “real” and “personal.”

I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing!

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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Barely Divine: “The First Day of the Rest of Your Death”

 

I swear I’m not just writing this to avoid writing this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. Honestly. I even said I would post this within a day or two of my last Friday Fictioneers.

And we can see, with no surprise in our hands, that I totally botched the timeline yet again.

But here it is still, soon enough to still be relevant! I present to you the first (of four) episode of Barely Divine, a surrealist/absurdist screwball fantasy comedy created and written by yours truly. I also did a little bit of directing, acting, editing (digital), and editing (scripts) down the road for the later episodes (so, not this one)!

For those of you wondering before you watch, it’s about people who have died and are transported to a kind of divine DMV where they are given new lives/jobs based on how well they did in life. Thus, they become gods in the afterlife, condemned gifted to watch over a particular aspect of the world for all eternity.

 

Have fun (I sure did writing and watching this)~

 


 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

More to come

MORE TO COME

MOOR TO COMB

 

I swear I’ll be better about getting the new episodes up. And I’ll probably make a kind of reflection piece about what it was like to do more scriptwriting, cut down this show from 10 episodes to 4 and have it get adapted. Oh and then there’s the issue with author authority when you’re dealing with an adaptation. Etc. Etc. boring promises I’ll never fulfill!

 

 

Good luck, you brave writer folk!

 

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