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Brians are short works of fiction exactly 50 words long. Sort of the hiku of prose. Wrote this one to sort of help get in the Halloween spirit. (Bad pun!) Be glad to see some others here. Why not add a Halloween Brian of your own? jon
~jon
My Blog - Mad
Utopia Writing in a new era.
Whilst flat sitting one stormy night, I heard a scraping in the kitchen. I rose from the settee and crept thru' the dark hallway into the kitchen, flicking on the light switch I saw a battered, bloody and rotting body, my nostrils caught the foul stench just as I fainted.
Gods need mortals to believe in them or they die, if gods die are they not mortal, and if they are mortal...why then do we call them gods??.
Creeping fingers touch my shoulder. I turn to see nothing. Around me the cold chill whispers, breaking through my peace of mind. I can't stay still, rubbing my arms for comfort. Around me the wind starts screaming. A voice like death follows. I really can't stay anymore. So I run. --------------------- That was lots of fun, lol. Thanks for posting this! ~Jade
I haven't tried this in a long time. Here's one from me. Her fanged smile seemed less than friendly but I smiled back. Her clawed hand tore my skin. I allowed her fearful intimacy, waiting until she closed her red eyes, confident of her success. And then I plunged the stake into her unbeating heart. And she became dust on my shoes.
Its not the sound of his throat being crushed that annoys him.
Nor is it the brutal tear being made in his borrowed suit.
What offends him is that the werewolf came out of nowhere, without warning.
Not like the movies at all he thinks.
No howling. No posturing.
No
Great fun! What a challenge to decide which words to keep and which to put back in the cold, dark attic next to the 5th grade Civics lessons.<
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I sat in the dim studying images on the monitor. The shapes and images cast light into lands and times far away.Ghostly images created by other hands were real, yet they weren't. I rose, turning the monitor off.In that second they were gone and only the darkness remained.
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"The darkness was extreme. It was then I realised that I wasnt alone. I tried not to feel anything but the goal ahead. I would have screamed at the clawed hand on my shoulder but at this point I had no throat to scream with."
(Not exactly 50 words but I just had to join in the fun. We should do this more often. I think if there are word count restrictions you become very inventive. I love this sort of thing. Thanks for bringing this to the forums jstro. regards shemia)
Message edited on: 10/22/2004 12:23
That's the spirit. :-) Nice entries, all. There used to be a contest for Brians (also known as Mini Sagas), but I cannot seem to find it anywhere on the web. But I did find this reference to it: "...these are 50 word essays - not 49 or 51 words, they must be exactly 50 words. This takes the idea of short stories a stage further. This was the brainwave of Brian Aldiss, the well-known science fiction writer... The rules are simple, the stories must be exactly 50 words long and the title must be no more than 15 words long. (I did not know that about the title - now I can start using them!) The stories are judged by a panel and the best stories are published. ... This competition runs every two years. Consequently, there is plenty of time for you to practice before submitting your own story next time." From http://www.booksunderreview.com/Arts/Literature/Short_Stories/Short_Stories_35.html If anyone should stumble across the contest, if it is still extant, please post a link to it. Also of interest, an article on 10 Reasons to Write Flash Fiction at http://www.kporterfield.com/writes/Creative_Writes_40.html to help explain why anyone would even want to do this sort of thing. Besides, as noted in the other posts, it's fun. jon
~jon
My Blog - Mad
Utopia Writing in a new era.
Properties works for me. But I only counted my own. If this were an actual competition or official challenge then I'd have to count them all before I would feel qualified to judge or vote. If you have the band width for a big download, I always reccomend OpenOffice as a very good free alternative to Microsoft Word. It has a document Properties tool too. Funny thing about modern word processors and Properties is that most publisher's submissions guidelines still seem to think they don't exist. Most publisher guidelines I've checked out still tell you to use some convoluted formaula to determine word count. Something like choose ten random pages and count the words on each then multiply by the number of pages, while standing on one foot and reciting Beowulf. Go figure. jon
~jon
My Blog - Mad
Utopia Writing in a new era.
Well, the word count does have a flaw. It counts everything if you're not careful. When we do the writing contests, I do make sure the stories and poems are under 1,000 words, but I also am careful not to count things like titles and author's comments. Still and all, I think you're right, jon....publishers do seem to be retro about some aspects of their business. But then I deal with a State Agency that has computer forms you have to type on because they are so computer unfriendly. Go figure.
Netsia. I VOTE for your entry. WINK. (If you'll ''share'' your candy corn)- JSTRO - great topic/post - thanks - beowulf? brings me back to college prep english days many moons ago. As for 'bandwiths'. I live in rural farm country, middle america. No cable, no DSL, no nothing. Nada, zip. End of the phone line so I lose more 'data' than most. Dial up. 21.6 kpbs! Grrrr. Dialyn - hello - I voted for Nestia cuz' she might share her candy corn with me. Your submission scared this old geezer too much. WINK. lol.
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The leaves rustled behind me, almost as if someone was following my every step. It was silly, foolish really, but I got spooked. I began to alter my pace speed up, slow down. The rustling seemed to keep pace. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I turned around. I screamed.
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.