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Writing: Finding Creativity In Your Daily Life

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Think of the flash fiction story as a way to give form to something that is going on in your daily life.  We’re really talking about structure, here.  And the structure of the flash fiction story is very simple: a significant event with closure; and closure can come in the form of an epiphany, a change in direction or a summation that gives a final clarification to everything that has gone before in the story.

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Well, the Old Soldier has his beer and has a show on the public television station about grilling.  I just finished off a ham sandwich on seedless rye with yellow mustard, a piece of tomato and a Golden Peperoncini (hot pepper) on the side.  Now it’s back to blogging.

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The streets were so hot and quiet.  Pittsburgh really becomes a ghost town on Sundays.  I’m not complaining.  We all need some down time every so often.

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New Flash Fiction by CL Bledsoe

Flash fiction submissions are pouring into the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette and I have another one for you today.

Hello hello hello, my brother and sister bloggers and writers and Flash Fiction Fanatics.  It’s the Old Soldier with another issue of the most dynamic flash fiction magazine on the internet.

I’m always looking to showcase new flash fiction writing talent.  If you would like to see your work in the PFFG, just read and follow the guidelines and submit a story.  I love working with writers and will work with you to get your story into the magazine.  Hopefully, your experience with the PFFG will also help you get published in other publications, too.  The Contest/Submissions tab is at the top of the page.

Now for our feature presentation.

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Foxes 

They came at night, while he was sleeping. He woke to their cries, just beyond the light leaking from the clock face by the bedroom window. It read 2:23. He thought the sound was a child, screaming, maybe one of the neighbors. He rose to search the house, but the noise was coming from outside. He went over to the window and peered out, but saw nothing, only heard the screaming which abruptly stopped.

At work, he forgot about the noise amidst the bustle and boredom of the day. On his drive back home, he thought of the movie he would watch on TV, the dinner he would eat, the book he’d read in bed. He pushed his work from his mind and settled into the happiness of pure escape, until the screams started, again, around 2:30 a.m., shocking him awake. This time, he found a flashlight and shone it out the window, revealing the sharp face of a red fox. It howled again, screeching like an infant being devoured, and ran off. Two other forms followed it.

The next day, he researched foxes. All around him, people typed in cubicles. The noise of it, the garish colors, made his head hurt, which was strange; he’d been working in offices like this most of his adult life. He tried to read the screen, but the sharp pain in his forehead made it difficult. That afternoon, he tried to watch a movie, but couldn’t concentrate. He napped instead and ate a light dinner. Still, when they woke him that night, it was a surprise. He went to the window again and watched their hazy forms move through the darkness. Three of them. What he’d read made it seem odd that three of them would stick together. Maybe it was a family—maybe a mother and two cubs. He wondered if they lived nearby, but couldn’t imagine where. The interstate was a couple blocks away. All around, it seemed as though there were nothing but streets and buildings. Still, maybe there was some outpost of nature not far away; what did he know. He hadn’t really paid attention to much outside of his apartment in quite a while.

The next afternoon, he napped again, and this time, he slept lightly. Every branch scraping against the roof woke him. He dozed; time passed like a skipping record, and he sat bolt upright several times only to concentrate on the sound of nothing. The next morning, his alarm woke him and he stumbled out into his day, all the while, wondering why they hadn’t returned.

The next night, he woke again around 2:30. There was no sound. It was perfectly quiet except for the noise of traffic, which he suddenly disliked. He wished it was quiet, so he could hear. He wished he knew more about them. He lay listening for a long while, the image of the whitish face, the red fur, rising in his mind.

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Bio: CL Bledsoe is the author of two poetry collections, _____(Want/Need) and Anthem. A short story collection, Naming the Animals, was just published by Mary Celeste Press. His story, “Leaving the Garden,” was selected as a Notable Story of 2008 for Story South’s Million Writer’s Award.

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How To Get Published In This Magazine

If you would like to be published in the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, the internet’s most dynamic flash fiction magazine, you need to do only one thing: follow the submission guidelines and the Old Soldier will do the rest.

If your flash fiction story is on target, it will be published in about three days after you submit it.  If your story is a near miss, I’ll make suggestions that I hope will make it publishable.  If the story simply does not fit, I’ll let you know why and encourage you to try again.

My blogging and writing friends, you can’t beat that kind of free editorial service with a stick.  Plus, when your story is accepted it’s automatically entered into the writing contest that has a $30 cash award.

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