also called micro fiction, micro narrative, micro-story, postcardfiction, short short, short short story, and sudden fiction, is a style of fictional literature of extreme brevity. There is no widely accepted definition of the length of the category. (micropedia)
Compilation of flash fiction that i write whenever i want to.
and nope.. this is not based on my life. it’s a fiction, okay?
- Consolation , 7 Sentences :
“How can you be together for such a long time ?”
people often asked. They just laughed, not like they can answer.
It’s not love, not like others think.
It just because she wounded, a deep one. so was he.
yep , It’s not love.
It’s a consolation.
2. First date, 2 Sentences.
” I am excited to see you”
Leaving her in relieved knowing she isn’t the only one feeling so.
3. Last word, 3 sentences.
My wife never believe in heaven. So, when she lied in her bed dying. I looked in her eyes, hold her gently and whisper, “Don’t worry you won’t go there.”
4. Overdose,6 sentences
she starred at me with the look, as if i am crazy. Well, maybe i am.
“even so, you like him that much?”
I smiled. That’s the easiest question i ever heard.
“yes. that much”
5. Trust, 2 Sentences.
Trust is giving someone a knife and believe that it won’t be used against you.
then maybe, that’s the worst decision she made
6. Fear, 4 sentences.
She break all the mirrors at her home. not because she hate her appearance. neither she hate her reflection. Simply because it smile back at her.
7. Timing, 5 Sentences.
“What if.. you’ve met someone you want to spent the rest of you life with but you’re not ready for it? ”
“what if.. if you’re ready for it,, but you haven’t ?”
“Timing is bitch”
” yeah.. i know”
leaving them both in a awkward silence.
8. chemical reaction, 8 sentences.
“you’ve changed me”
she said, suddenly, out of blue. It take me a good 5 sec to react , trying to find the most logical answer for her illogical statement.
” how come? we even rarely met ”
“psychologically, from a long distance”
He stunned. It hit him. Finally he understand what carl jung said about chemical reaction.
9. Birthday’s wish, 8 Sentences.
“So what did you wish for ?” he said whilst holding a cake with candles that i just blew.
“time turner do exits”
” what if it doesn’t ?”
“fountain of youth then ?”
” if its also not ?”
“an ability to stop time? or at least introduce me to one who has”
” you know that’s all not possible”
“I know,” I sighed, “I just wish i realized it sooner”
10. Day 1, 4 Sentences
“Are u blushing ?”
I nodded. A big satisfied grin peek across his face.
“Oh, shut it already”‘ I said before he could say something ,”How could i am not ? I suddenly got a boyfriend ”
11. Do you believe in Magic?
He suddenly asked me.
“you do? ” i asked him back instead of answering.
“well,” he paused. pushing his brain to come out with an briliant answer.
“it’s like fairy dust, it works for those who believe it ”
eventually that’s the statement that come out for his mouth. I silent. took his answer and try to use that in a way to finish the logic from the question i always have. He didn’t realize what i am doing alone with my mind. he still focused in what ever he is doing right now. Shuffling a deck, or what it is they call it here.
he stopped. Then give me a clear signed to took ranndom card from the deck that he continuesly shuffled then show it briefly to me. i take a quick glimpse. king diamond. good card i guess.
he shuffled again. i rolled my eyes trying to focus the movement of my previous card.
” you know. life will be easier if magic do exits”
” so you don’t believe in magic?”
“I don’t”, he took a long deep breath, “but i do tricks ”
he took random card from the deck once again and give it to me. the exact king diamond i previously had. I smiled and nod as a sign he give me correct answer.
“but i rather believe in magic rather than tricks”
He blinked. Took a second for him to take his concetration from his deck to me. More than a puzzled than a suprised. The exact same expression that your father will give you if you say no to iresistable pieace of candy. A big grin peek across my face,
“it works for those who believes, doesn’t it?”
‘Are you working late?’
first question that come out from his mouth, when he saw me still in front of my desk whilst the the pc in front of me still on. I push my glasses in my nose, trying not to look tired. I looked up to him and try to be less sacarstic
‘ whose fault do you think it is?’
he laugh a bit.
‘don’t be angry to me. i am not the one who ask the changes. I working late too today’
yeah i know. I am telling myself. but really i need someone to blame.
‘i need caffeine’ i said suddenly,out of desperation.
‘what do you think i came here for?’
i instantly look up, saw him standing there with two cup of coffe in his hand.
‘I love you’
He laugh, ‘ I know.’