Flash Fiction

I am reading Flash Fiction. Why have I never encountered this wonderful genre before? I am not a child of the internet, I joined social media late, I never had a Myspace, I didn't watch youtube like the TV and I'm terrible with most technology. Frankly, I'm glad this is such a simple platform of I would be writing this on paper in my journal like I have been for years.

So, I have never heard Flash Fiction, I have never been part of a fandom which uses the medium, but it's wonderful! I far prefer writing shorter narrative, hence my adoption of blogging as an outlet, and this seems the perfect way to write in such short bursts and then decide whether my narrative can be expanded into a longer piece, the character can be built upon or whether the piece stands alone as a short work.

Therefore, the only work I have done over Christmas has been writing short sections of work or writing completed flash fictions, which I'm hoping to develop into my assignment piece.
Happy days!

Anyway, I return to Uni in 5 days, lots to do!

Soundtrack; Good old Paramore because You can't be too careful anymore...



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