Owing to the fact that I have written approximately ZILCH since . . . I can't even remember when, I decided to write some nanofiction. You can tell I haven't written in awhile, but if nothing else, it reignited the creative flame.
To all who have preceded me in doing this: I'm impressed. Tom, I hope that coming from a stranger, the fact that your nanofiction blew me away means a little something extra to ya.
The Smell of Fear:
As they leave under a blackened sky, the boy wipes a red river from his nostrils and says, “I get nosebleeds when I’m nervous.”
Garages:
She’d kissed him twice before today in the same stagnant parking garage, when her eyes prickle as he pushes in too far.
Month-to-Month:
December, he coughs blood into the Kleenex she keeps in the glove box. February, she leaves her keys in an envelope on the mantel.
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Oh, AP, you make me so happy (even though you don't return phone calls)...these are just your specialty of lovely/dark. Is it just me, or do these three sound like part of the same narrative? Month-to-Month is particularly nice, feels so whole, complete with trajectory and recurring metaphor...as well as the title, which I first read as "mouth-to-mouth"...and I'm geeking out.
Hi Allie,
I haven't read much by you before, so I can't really attest to "your specialty of lovely/dark" but I was stuck by how vivid your words felt while describing less-than-bright topics:
"blood into Kleenex"
"red river"
I particularly like "Garages". Your characters have a past, they are alive in their sensory detail, AND there's this change inside your female character when he "pushes in too far." In just 25 words, awesome!
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