Ah, flash fiction, it’s a beautiful thing. Don’t believe me? Try telling a story in just six words and include character, setting, plot, conflict, and theme. Impossible, you say? Hemingway did it like this: “For sale: Baby shoes. Never used.” A tragedy in six words. Impressive, you say, but so what? Hemingway’s books had more than six words in them. You’re right, but did you also notice Hemingway never wasted a word? Every single word counts, no fluff, no puff, no flowery descriptions. Tight writing is the key to everything and that’s where flash fiction comes in.
In his book On Writing Stephen King recounts
how, early on, an editor gave him life-changing advice. On a form rejection
letter, the editor wrote: “Not bad, but PUFFY.
You need to revise for length. Formula: 2nd Draft = 1st Draft – 10%. Good
luck.” To paraphrase Elmore
Leonard, just leave the boring stuff out. Great advice,
you say, but how do I do that? The answer is flash fiction. Like practicing
scales on the piano, great writing takes practice. Take any two hundred words
you have written about anything and reduce it to one hundred words. Yes, you
must kill your darlings. Punctuation is your friend. Commas and semi-colons can
replace words like and. The thesaurus is
also your friend and can give you (provide, see how easy that
was?) strong replacement words (substitutes).
After you finish reducing
your two hundred words to one hundred, try reducing it to fifty words. I know
it seems impossible but try anyway. I have faith in you. Even if you can’t get
to fifty, eliminate as many words as you can without losing the essence of the
writing. Hint, you rarely need the word that. Now compare the
three versions and notice what you were able to cut. Amazing, isn’t it? After
you perform this exercise another ten times (fifty? A hundred?), you’ll see a
marked improvement in your writing.
Here’s another exercise for
you. Write a letter to the editor in one hundred and fifty words. You don’t
have to send it in, just write it. State your premise, make your argument, and
reach a conclusion all in one hundred fifty words. One more thing, be
convincing. Use strong verbs and evoke an emotional response. Here’s one I
wrote titled House on Fire using one hundred forty
words:
If
your house were on fire, would you leave your family inside and hope for the
best? That’s exactly what Florida Legislators have done by refusing to enact
meaningful gun reform. No matter how many Resource Officers or “Guardians” they
hire, they have done nothing to stop the next school massacre. When civilians
have the fire power to massacre their fellow citizens in less time than it
takes to order coffee at Starbucks, nothing will stop them—except taking away
high-power guns and high-capacity ammunition, which our legislators refuse to
do.
When
one person can fire more than 1,100 rounds in ten minutes from the 32nd floor
of the Mandalay Bay Hotel killing 58 people and injuring another 851, our house
is on fire, engulfed in flames. And it is our legislators who have abandoned us
inside this burning building.
Whew! It makes me angry to
read it and I’m the one who wrote it. Did you like the Starbucks comparison?
Using the analogy of a house on fire and abandonment and family I close the
piece by returning to the opening, proving the argument I set out to prove. At
least I hope I did. Give it a try, convince someone a problem exists that needs
solving, you don’t have to present the solution.
Now, with your honed skill
of compact wordsmithing, write a story in exactly fifty words. Remember, it’s a
story so there must be character, setting, plot, conflict, and theme. Here’s
mine:
Fire!
She tried not to panic as acrid fumes filled her nostrils, burning the very
air. Her only desire, save her loved one, sleeping beside her. Her strength,
her willpower, her fierceness, she used them all to rouse him. Awake—finally!—he
carried her to safety, exclaiming “Good dog, Rosie!”
If you need a story idea,
just read the news and pick something to write about. Or describe your morning
routine. Here’s mine. It’s one hundred fifty-six words, titled The
Senses Awaken:
Padding
bleary-eyed into the kitchen, I grope my way towards sanity, towards my little
miracle. Only it can soothe my parched throat and banish the vague nightmares
that still skitter through my brain like the deformed creatures they are. A
simple routine, but I relish it. Moving like an automaton, I check the water
level in the machine and flip the on switch, take out the milk (thank God,
there’s milk!) and reach for the coffee, the spoon, the sugar. As I measure the
finely ground espresso powder and tamp it into the compartment, I breathe in
deeply, the dark complex aromas swirl in my flared nostrils promising me
revival and a return to the world of the real. Without the aroma, would I enjoy
coffee as much? I wonder, but then dismiss the thought as foolish. It was like
imagining a sun with no heat, a sky with no blue, a heart with no love.
I hope you learn to love
flash fiction and tight writing as a way to crystallize your thoughts. For
clarity and beauty, a story, like a jewel in the rough, needs the right cuts
and a fine polish.
