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Very Short Stories – Take Me

♦ It’s time for another of my Very Short Stories! If you haven’t read any of mine yet, I encourage you to go and check out Covered in Cream, Prometheus, If We Hadn’t Had Sex and The Quoit, if you have time. And they each fit on a single Post-It note, so I’m thinking you definitely have time.

And since we’ve established that time is a thing you have, here’s another one!

Very Short Stories - Take Me

Just in case you can’t (or don’t want to) read my handwriting:

I’m too wise to give myself away. Take me. Possess me. Grab your compass and carve your initials into me. Invade me; let me be your spoils of war. I am not a gift for you. I want to be stolen. Snatch fistfuls of me and stuff me into your pockets. You just can’t have me. But take me all the same.

The prompt for this one was very strange indeed. It’s not the title phrase. It’s not even mentioned in the “story”. Heck, it hasn’t even got anything to do with the story! I tried to get inspiration by hitting “Random Card” on Magic: the Gathering card database Gatherer and this is what I found: Master Transmuter.

And inspire me it did! The beautiful hair, the cool blues, the filigree body… Filigree, is there a way I could use that? Perhaps writing on skin? Or the filigree look of fine hair? No, wait go back to that last thing. Suddenly I had the idea of writing on skin, which lead to possession, which lead to… this.

Which is one reason it irks me to see people saying that the form for Very Short Stories is to take a one-word prompt which then becomes your title, or things like that. Not so! In fact, I don’t give a fuck what inspires you. One word, two, ten, a picture, a mood, a smell… Just get inspired! And when you do, write what you’re inspired to write on just one side of a Post-It note. That’s all.

Give it a title. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter. This “meme” (I never quite intended a meme, but people seem to be calling it such, which is awfully flattering) is just about getting writing onto the (very tiny) page. About the challenge of a tiny creative space juxtaposed with the ease of fitting the short writing time into your schedule.

Time that, hey, we’ve established you’ve got when it comes to reading a couple of these. So maybe read some more? Since my last one of these, there have been new Very Short Stories posted on Cammies on the Floor, as well as by Valery North and by F Leonora Solomon. Check them out.

If you have time left over when you’re done, why not write your own? All it needs is you, a writing implement, a Post-It note and whatever your imagination gives you. And if your imagination is too wise to give things away? Take them all the same. ♦

Very Short Stories – The Quoit

♦ It’s been a little while since we’ve had any Very Short Stories. Not content with the three linked just there, I’ve written another. And I’m not the only one! Please do check out these Very Short Stories by F Leonora Solomon, Cammies on the Floor and Adriana. They’re great!

If you’re still not sure how to get involved yourself, it’s easy: find a word or two (or really anything) to use as a prompt, get inspired, then write a teeny-tiny story on only one side of a post-it note. Hotel stationery works well too! When you’re done, let me know where it is so I can link to you. A link back would be nice too.

And write as many as you like! I find these a great little exercise to get your creative juices dripping or to just let out some writing in a way you perhaps don’t always have time for. I’ve even written one of these on public transport.

Anyway, here’s my latest:

Very Short Stories - The Quoit

“Down by the quoit we met and fucked. Your eyes, pricked by pollen, streamed as you came. Shallow white scrapes furrowed my shoulder blades; the granite had held me as hard as you had. That Indian summer couldn’t last. But I still carry the sound of still air peppered by your grunts, the thrill of something so vital perched panting on the dry rocks of the dead, the pressed gorse in my wallet from your hastily gathered bouquet.”

For those of you who don’t know what a quoit is, you may know them better by the name dolmen. Where I’m from, we call them quoits. In any case, they’re (mostly) neolithic tombs made from big-ass rocks. They’re pretty cool and we have quite a few notable ones in Cornwall.

Today’s Very Short Story is, I have to say, rather Cornish-tinged. Quoits, granite in general, gorse, all are vivid parts of my background, though I sadly never had sex up against one. I suppose there’s still time?

In any case, given that today is the day that we the Cornish have finally been recognised as a national minority group (for which I’m ecstatic) with the same rights and protections as the Welsh, Irish and Scots, I thought a bit of nostalgia for the land of my fathers (bro goth agan tasow) was apt. I hope you enjoyed it!

What would a Very Short Story tinged with your cultural heritage be like? I’d love to see some! ♦

Very Short Stories – If We Hadn’t Had Sex

♦ It seems my Very Short Stories idea has been catching on! When I last told you about them, one other, the lovely Innocent Loverboy, had joined in. Since then, four more have cropped up! So please go and read the wonderful posts by Jilly Boyd, Girl on the Net, Lady Pandorah and Ruby Goodnight.

I am, I have to say, absolutely thrilled and humbled that so many lovely people are joining in! Thank you, all!

For those who’ve missed what this is all about, it’s very simple. I started writing teeny-tiny flash fiction on Post-it notes. First, Covered in Cream, then Prometheus. Want to join in? Here’s how it works: Take a Post-it note, find a prompt word from anywhere you like, write a story no bigger than your sticky note. Then share it with the world and let me know! A link back would be lovely.

In fact, I wrote another, so here’s another example…

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“Maybe if we hadn’t had sex, I wouldn’t have damp jeans on from not giving the dryer enough time to run. Maybe if we hadn’t had sex, I wouldn’t be out of breath from having to run for the train.

Perhaps, if we hadn’t had sex, I’d have an extra £1.60 in my pocket because I’d have waited for change. Maybe if we hadn’t had sex, my damp jeans and my damp knickers (nothing to do with laundry) wouldn’t be combining unsettlingly. Maybe if we hadn’t had sex, I wouldn’t be grinning. ”

I’m cheating a little, as it’s a sort of literary-ised (totally a word) version of a few real events from my mad dash to my train to get to Eroticon 2014 for the Friday.  But I think it still counts. If not fiction, then fiction-ish.

I managed with smaller writing (made more troublesome by the train I was writing it on, sorry) to make a grand 92 words this time, but it looks like I’d have to write very cramped to manage many more. But that’s fine by me. It’s the dinky aspect of this that appeals to me and I’ll likely try to write bigger next time.

Next time? Oh, yes, I’m certainly keeping these going. In fact, Eroticon gave me several ideas! What about you? Can you write a story on a Post-It? When will the inspiration for your next Very Short Stories hit? ♦