“Eschew the monumental. Shun the Epic. All the guys who can paint great big pictures can paint great small ones.”
— Ernest Hemmingway
People often ask me why I write Flash Fiction. Surprisingly, some of my readers fail to understand most such works. At first I thought this was just my stories, but on further inquiry I found that they never understood the works of most other Flash Fiction writers out there. Most people found it too high a standard, too subtle an art form or too complicated because, and I quote, ‘there is so much contained in such few words.’
Now let me return to the question I had been posed: why do I write flash fiction?Continue reading
Eddie Rodriguez, for Cracked.com, wrote an amusing, yet interesting, article titled 5 Unexpected Downsides of Intelligence. It was interesting, but you know how cracked.com articles can be: playfully funny at first look, with some reading between the lines heavily demanded. So I decided to examine the five traits in a more–perhaps the best way to put it would be conservative–manner (not using expletives, that is, for I absolutely detest them!) Continue reading
On a website, you have about ten seconds (maximum) to make an impression on your visitor that will decide whether they stay or not. In a short story, as far as my experience is concerned, it is just the first sentence.
Simple as they may seem, short stories are as complicated and as challenging to write as a novel, mainly because they tell us the same story in a smaller area, with fewer words and without leaving out details.
This really means that not everybody can write short stories that will hold its readers for long.
Below I present five tips that I, having written many short stories all of which have got great reviews and readership, believe any short story writer needs to keep in mind while building that brilliant piece. Continue reading
The criminal of yesterday is very different from the criminal of today. He walked free like the innocent of today while the criminal of today found himself freely strolling through his prison cell like the innocent man of yesterday. While the police are promptly imprisoning more men to convince the public that they are working, they seem to have overlooked a subtle fact: the unanimously approved rule that it is the guilty who should be imprisoned. Continue reading
The first time that I heard the mellifluous notes of the violin waft through the air, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Nobody was supposed to be around. The real estate man told me the place was uninhabited at least up to a radius of a couple of miles. And violin notes do not travel that far.
I had bought this house ten days ago. Five days ago, I had got a compound wall erected. Today, I know somebody is in there. It cannot be. Nobody can enter the wall. There is just one gate, covered, locked from the inside, and I have the key. Continue reading