Open Prompt

Flash Fiction

Open Prompt

Am I addicted to a “prompt” now? I’ve been sitting here for a while, thinking… Well, actually watching TV and thinking… “Open prompt…”

If it was “open cookies” well, now that one I’d have no trouble with! It’s early in the morning, but then, I’m an early riser. I had my actual breakfast eons ago; I could go for cookies! The prompt of the day usually gets my brain going. No wonder I haven’t ever tried writing a book… or ever wanted to…

Short stories keep my mind active. I don’t want to be stuck with thinking up the next moves of the same people day after day. I know, a book has an ongoing story. Really, I think books are wonderful! Apparently though, I have a short attention span. I love to read books! Matter of fact I’m one of those people who re-reads books. I’ve gone through The Belgariad, the whole thing! at least six times! But write one? …

I have written obsessively all my life (after learning to write…) but apparently have gotten quite lazy about it. Three hundred words is right up my alley! Granted, I do quite often write more, my poor sisters get emails that they probably have to put aside for when they have time to read them… I can get very blabby with my thoughts and daily happenings, even writing blab to them.

But an actual story? I do like them short. Situation, beginning explanation, middle decisions and directions, thoughts, then the end! That’s fun to me. I mean how many times can you write your sisters before you run out of things to talk about? Especially when you happen to be somewhat of a hermit in real daily life.

Ah well. I think I made it this time. Bye bye!