Writing Group: Flash Fiction

The prompt for this week was basic flash fiction – no more than 1000 words. One of the things that I want to work on is writing concisely. This and some other prompts I have planned help with that. Do you like writing flash fiction? Let me know in the comments.

I began my life as a spark, lept from a mother flame, contained within a ring of slowly blackening stones. With my siblings I drifted upon the winds. A tiny glowing ember of heat, bright in the dark of the night. To the earth I finally drifted, slowly settling among the dry bracken and leaves. Those others of my ilk were snuffed from existence, their brightness cut short but those that did not wish the misplaced sparks to become more. They should have looked harder. 

But they missed me, as I hid in the thick leaves. Slowly smoldering, biding my time as they drifted off into sleep. Stars twinkled overhead, bright fires of the heavens that I aspired to be. A wind rustled in, fanning the leaves and needles in which my heat, my light now resided in. Whipping, teasing smoldering embers into flames. I reached up, higher, my flames licking the low boughs above my head. It felt good to stretch, to grow as I engulfed the fuel near me.  

My heat was glorious, those that had tried to contain my flames cried out in fear. They tried, oh how they tried to extinguish me. But I was not bound and the rising wind fed me. They fled, running as I perused. All ran from and I devoured those that did not escape my path. Man, beast, trees. On the world I left my mark, a scorched and blackened trail in my wake. 

I burned long, I burned intensely, I inspired fear, I burned myself out to slowly drifting embers. Yet, the land was better for my rage, returning nutrients to the soil. And I, I got to reach for the stars. 

Thank you KW Photography for allowing me to use your wonderful photos!

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