Flash Fiction WIP

Flash Fiction WIP

Flash Fiction WIP

I wanted to do this flash fiction piece for #FlashFictionFriday but decided halfway through I would turn it into something…a little more.

We Got Zombies

Wow. A survivor at 14. Surviving was easy. But it wasn’t as easy fighting off a horde of slow-walking and outright silly zombies for two years. That’s right. Zombies! In this economy?! Believe it or not, that hasn’t been my greatest achievement so far. Two years ago, I built a really cool zombie defense system for the everyday person. How cool is that? Oh, it has all the latest gadgets, lights, and spike tech*, and it even comes in cherry red with bright orange and yellow flames on the sides. It worked out well. There’s just one teeny-tiny problem. My zombie defense system worked…a little too well?

*spike tech is filled with the coolest spikes that can ever go on a home zombie defense system. It’s got retractable spikes, spikes that go zap, and spikes that fire out like darts!

No one believed me when I said the zombie pandemic was coming. That’s right. A pandemic, not an apocalypse. Most people in town prepared for the worst before the zombies arrived here. Some were not so lucky.

Hi! I’m Andi. And this is my story of how I survived and ended the zombie pandemic in my town.

Like I said, no one believed me when I said the zombie pandemic was coming – not an apocalypse. That’s all Hollywood’s kind of action. You’re probably asking, “Hey, Andi? How did you know the zombies were coming when you were just a twelve-year-old kid?”

I’m smart as heck!

I’m what the local therapist calls a “prodigy.” I hate that word. My interests made me how smart I am today. My mom once said I took home every single book I could hold from the library since I was just two years old. Have you ever heard of Matilda? No, not the book by Roald Dahl. I’m talking about the 1996 movie with Mara Wilson and the mean Ms. Trunchbull. Yeah, I’m like her but without the really cool superpowers. Anyways, I started noticing some clues in the months leading up to the zombie’s arrival when I first met my engineering college professor. She reminded me of Miss Honey.

“Miss Honey” loved zombies, too. The ones on television and in movies, that is. She said her favorite was Shaun of the Dead. SUPER COOL because that’s my favorite, too. This is a flash fiction piece after all, so I’m going to move on now.

Fourth wall break. Nice.

“Obviously, you’re not going to walk into the forest nearby where there’s a super secret military base known for its creepy happenings from time to time,” she said. “There are whispers you could hear low growls the closer you get to the outside gate.”

N-no, I’m not shaking right now I thought to myself. “What’s life without a few adrenaline rushes, huh?” Not the brightest thing I’ve said. Out loud, at least.

Each day after school we would do our best in getting closer to the gates without being noticed. Don’t ask me how many times we almost got caught.

Then one day, everything…just…stopped. An unusual parcel arrived at my house one day. I wasn’t expecting any deliveries. Inside it was a USB drive. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have plugged it in.

Guess what?

Cliffhanger.

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Two Weeks

Two Weeks

For thirty-one straight days, I posted a prompt response from a romance author’s 31-day prompt challenge. It was a lot of fun. And revealing. Keeping up with each day was definitely a challenge. With work, taking care of my daughter, other day-to-day matters, and so on, I’m surprised I managed as well as I did. I say that because the month of August officially became the worst month of the year for me due to the fact I lost my brother on August 27th, 2017, my father on August 30th, 2021, and now my brother-in-law in mid-August 2022.

As I said, it was revealing. For so long, I was keeping myself down, keeping myself on the ground any time I felt good about any direction in my life. I lacked discipline. And it became a culture clash. It was a culture clash between the “millennials focusing on themselves over others first” and “military-style discipline.” Oh, yeah, I’m a former military service member. If you’re new here, enjoy that fun fact. Couple all of that with a gender identity crisis while trying to be the best father, and, well, “mother”, too and you have a recipe for a “disaster border-line elder millennial.”

Wow, that was a tangent.

How does that relate to the month of August?

You see, it was June 2009 when I left the military. I felt that the events that took place that August set the tone for the next decade. Which I will not get into in full detail here.

The problem is I have a tendency for holding myself up too long on the negative side of what we individually perceive as “life.” Doing so made my ADHD all the worse. This led to piling notebooks, incomplete projects, jumping from hobby to hobby, and the list goes on. But in July this year, I told myself I would step back and allow myself to grieve, to find some resemblance of peace with the past. Something hit me, though. I don’t know what it was but it was enough of a spark for finding a balance between enjoying what I love doing (which is writing) and making peace with the past. I felt that came in the form of the 31-day challenge.

Mariah’s 31-day prompt series, I felt, gave me that space for finding the balance I needed most in my life. It was revealing in the fact that the only thing stopping me from reaching my writing goals was me. Writing something each and every day was better than writing nothing at all. I didn’t have to spend much time mulling over each day’s prompt. And that’s big for me. Finding the confidence in my writing once again felt wonderful. I owe that to them.

Writing the final prompt was a mix of emotions. It felt bittersweet. It felt like a giant relief. But most of all I felt proud of myself. Seeing how it has been such a long time since I felt such a feeling, it felt “new” and without question.

But, I needed a break afterward.

Truth be told, it felt a lot like dialectical behavioral therapy or DBT.

It’s 9:01am now and I was supposed to start my work at 9:00am. Oops.

I don’t know how I should end this post but, uh, yeah – this was mostly about why I haven’t posted in the last two weeks.

#AuthorAugust22 Day 31

#AuthorAugust22 Day 31

⭐️ Day 31 Prompt: Celebrate Yourself and Something You’re Proud Of ⭐️

It’s Day 31 of #AuthorAugust22, the final prompt in a series by @mariahankenman!

I made it. 31 posts in 31 days.

In celebration of completing all 31 days, I’m going to take my daughter to the library. Sadly, I have a dental appointment right after. I’m not looking forward to that. And if I’m not in too much pain tonight following today’s procedure, I may try getting some writing done.

All in all, I’m really happy I was able to complete this prompt series, despite me being a children’s book writer and not a romance writer.

Should I try my hand at writing something in the romance genre? 🤔

Let me know in the comments.

#AuthorAugust22 Day 30

#AuthorAugust22 Day 30

⭐️ Day 30 Prompt: Tuesday Teaser: Post A Short Snippet From Your WIP ⭐️

It’s Day 30 of #AuthorAugust22, a prompt series by @mariahankenman!

It’s 8:37am writing this post out. Shower done, coffee made, and now on here posting the second to the final prompt of the month. Today is going to be weird for me as it’s the 1st anniversary of my father’s passing, a day where I need to be on the ball about completing this work project, all while consoling others at dinner later.

“Pumpkins. Apple Pie. And freshly baked bread. It was the best start to this year’s Pumpkin Fair and costume contest.”

Since it’s only a 25-page picture book, I don’t have much to share. I mean, I could share content from other larger WIPs but I don’t feel confident enough in them to publicly share any part of them for now.

Last night, though, I sent out a copy of the draft to a few people. I’m excited about receiving their feedback.

I can’t think of much else right now for this post so……see you later?

#AuthorAugust22 Day 29

#AuthorAugust22 Day 29

⭐️ Day 29 Prompt: Confession Time: How Many Notebooks Do You Own? ⭐️

It’s Day 29 of #AuthorAugust22, a prompt series by @mariahankenman!

Good morning, it’s 8:31am. How was your weekend? Long day ahead here. But, I have some delicious coffee and other medicine to get me going this morning.

Up until two-three years ago, I was the “write everything in word” kind of writer. Since then, I’m a notebook writer. Before I moved into my current place in 2018, I threw many of my old notebooks. They were merely scribbles for the most part. Nothing exciting.

A few months ago, though, I began collecting notebooks from amazon (don’t judge), Target, and Wal-Mart. It’s more than likely, though, I don’t have as many notebooks as most writers who prefer them over digital. Off the top of my head, I can give a confident guesstimate of about twenty notebooks (so far).

Writing in notebooks has been more freeing lately as I spend most of my work day/week in front of a computer screen. When you write so much content for clients online, the stress sort of spills out from the screen and into my personal life. So, being able to switch things up is kind of therapeutic.

How about yooouuu?? Will you confessssss how many notebooks YOU haaaavee?