Spawn of Mars
Don't worry. If you like your religion, you can keep your religion.
But Is It Really a Story?
My Thoughts Overheard By Myself
You know what? A 50-word story is hard to write. See, I don't want to make mere prose fragments. I actually have something of an animus for prose fragments. While they can be evocative (like a poem), they seem lazy to me. Prose should tell a story. So I want my 50-word stories to be stories. But boy, is it hard. I mean, what is a story? You'd think I'd know. Plot, I guess. Event after event. Until we reach a climax; an exposition of the point of it all. Change. Revelation. Yes? Hm. I'm not sure if I'm succeeding. They feel like stories. Sort of. The 50-word constraint, if nothing else, provides an outstanding exercise. Rule Number One of All Writing: If you can remove it, remove it. And when you must keep it all at precisely 50 words, you have to be truly succinct. Now, I'm not big on writing exercises — I've tended to say: "Writing is the exercise" — but I have to admit that this is an exercise worth doing, if only because the product can be something more than mere pencil droppings. A minor kind of art. Miniatures worth reading, if not quite worth preserving unto the ages.
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StoryHack #5
Stupefying Stories #22
Cirsova: Fall '19
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