So, every good story has an argument.
It has more than a point-of-view — it has a point. Maybe it’s one you intend, maybe it’s one that crawls up out of the wet goop that is your unconscious mind. Who knows? Either way, the story exists and the story says something. It’s not an obvious thing. It’s more the plumbing behind the walls than the walls themselves. But it’s there. Whispering its message through the vents.
That’s a story’s theme.
Today, I’m going to give you a theme.
And you’re (duh) gonna write a story using it.
That theme is:
“To fix something, you first must break it.”
You have 1500 words.
Due by: Friday, 9/22, noon EST.
Write it at your online space. Link back here. Etc.
37 responses to “Flash Fiction Challenge: The Fix”
I went the obscure route —> https://atcrump.com/2017/09/16/father/ <— Enjoy!
creepy… very good.
Thank you. I enjoyed yours as well. Charmingly eerie.
Aaww.. thank you. I always wondered what would happen if a house had this kind of history… 🙂
Wow, well done. I really liked the atmosphere in this one.
Thank you very much.
REALLY enjoyed that. Brava!
Thank you very much.
It was something in what Chuck said in his intro about walls and plumbing; and what was behind them that got me writing.
Great vibe in this story. I love how you wove the theme in.
Aaw.. thank you. I love old houses; and always wondered what would happen if the walls – um, gardens – could talk. 😛
Anyone else want to stay there and carouse with the old tenants? 🙂
With a butler like that? Ummm… nope.
Turn of the Century dwelling, interior heating and plumbing, DON’T TOUCH THE GARDEN, located right next to the freeway and twenty minutes from downtown, SERIOUSLY THE WALLS HAVE EARS, and a basement.
Yup, sounds like a winner. Sign me up!
I really enjoyed this story, though the perspective of who was in room and who was talking confused me at points. Maybe I just need my caffeine infusion this morning. 😛
Not really ‘don’t touch the garden’… just that the garden didn’t need to be fixed up. It was perfect just the way it was. 🙂
This started off as one thing and ended up as, well, I’m not entirely sure what……..enjoy or endure!
That was OUTSTANDING! Time travel stuff always gets me.
Thanks very much Doug! You’re very kind to say so – glad it wasn’t a complete mess!!
I’m not sure I’d like to live with Harmony! Also, this maybe didn’t turn out the way I originally intended but I liked the way it went.
Enjoy and leave me a remark to tell me what you think!
Tinkering is rarely a good thing. 🙂 Well done, Lauren!
Thanks Doug! I had fun with this one.
Love this! It didn’t end out how I thought it might.
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Making a clean break I think is something we can all relate to/wish we could have done at one point in our life or another. Really enjoyed this.
Brilliant. I’ve wanted to do this before. If only it could be as easy as just starting over. This piece really made me think.
Here’s my entry, macabre as it may be: https://scotchfullyyours.wordpress.com/2017/09/19/broken-free/
Dark, my favorite! Great job. I loved the ending.
Thanks so much! Was hoping the switch wasn’t too much of a leap. 🙂
Well, it’s been a while since I posted one of these, but I really liked the prompt.
I loved this. Great job!
Almost late. This was a difficult one; I couldn’t find the right idea to work with. And I don’t think I fully respected the rules.
Some 1300 words of looking into the future with hope: Fix It.
I know I’m very late, but this is mine 🙂 The Cassini Conundrum
I know, I know…. don’t look at me like that. “Better late than never,” is a thing and stuff. 😀
[…] He recently posted a challenge regarding a theme. I found it an interesting concept. It is speaking to me, probably for completely obvious psychological reasons, considering the recent, repeating circumstances. I don’t know if I’ll get around to writing anything by the deadline of September 22, but I suspect I’ll write something about it, sometime. Perhaps from my cardboard carton home, under the bridge, where my cat and I are huddling (and I’m contemplating how many meals I can make from his skinny-assed carcass should it come to that), in the depths of a New England winter while I continue to ponder unemployment. I write with a charred wooden twig on the back of a food wrapper. […]