by Naomi L. | September 6, 2013 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
I thought he loved me.
I thought he’d be mine forever.
I thought he’d grow old with me, keep me company, wait every day for me to come home to him.
And then one day, he left me. For the neighbor. Who gave him something better than I ever could…
She bought him the premium food.
Now I only see him over the fence, growing old and plump with her, keeping her company in her yard, waiting every day on her porch for her to come home to him.
And always reminding me of the day I lost him forever.
From that day on, I swore I’d never love a stray cat again.
by Naomi L. | August 30, 2013 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
“Why are you with me?”
The young woman looked up at her boyfriend, surprised by his question.
“What do you mean? I’m with you because I love you.”
“But why?” There was a subtle sadness in the young man’s eyes as he gazed at his girlfriend. “Why do you love me? You think I’m even worth it?”
The woman smiled kindly at the man. It was evident from the look in her eyes how silly she thought these questions were.
“I love you because you’re my best friend”, she said. “You’re sweet, and smart, and thoughtful. I love you because you make me laugh, and you comfort me when I’m sad. I love you because you understand me like no one else. I love you because you make me happy. So yes, I think you’re worth it.”
As her boyfriend smiled back, the young woman dared to ask the same question.
“Why do you love me?” she said. The young man hesitated; he didn’t believe he was quite as good with words as his girlfriend.
“You’re my best friend too. You make me happier than I’ve ever been. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
“…Then I hope I’m worth it too.”
The couple gazed fondly at each other, then said good night the way they always did before ending their daily calls.
“You think we’ll be together again someday?” asked the young man. His girlfriend nodded.
“I don’t doubt it”, whispered the woman, and her boyfriend smiled again.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The young lovers bid each other farewell and finally closed their computers. Though they couldn’t see each other anymore, they still felt peace as they thought of one another and the wonderful relationship they had. They may have been thousands of miles apart, but they knew that what they shared was incredibly special and too precious to let go. Their love was worth the wait.
Happy Birthday to my best friend and loving boyfriend! You’re a wonderful person, and I feel so blessed to have you in my life. I love you, sweetheart!
by Naomi L. | August 2, 2013 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
Light. Move. Light grows. Crawl out. Buzz. Bright light. Crawl from egg. Free.
Wings. Grow. Flap. Buzz. Flap, flap. Whir. Fly.
Light is bright. Fly around, see many others. Buzz around. Food is close. Smell the food, land. Feed. Flap again, buzz again. Fly away.
Light is bright. Fly around, see many others. Buzz around. Food is close. Smell the food, land. Feed. Flap again, buzz again. Fly away.
Female…
Light is bright. Fly around, see many others. Buzz around. Food is close. Smell the food, land. Feed. Flap again, buzz again. Fly away.
Movement. Ground shifts. What? What is that? Large eyes. Something sees us.
New food. Ground moves. Smell other food. Dark, then light. Fly, find the food. Feed. Flap, buzz. Fly away.
Brighter light now. What is this? Ground moves again. Ground is… in the air?
New ground moves away. Change in the air…
Aaahhh!!! It burns!
Fall…
Cold ground. Bright light. Twitch. Darkness closes in… In the air, hear a sound…
“Drosophila.”
The idea for this piece came to me some years ago, when I was taking a Classic Genetics class for my Biology course. The story depicts the course of a genetic drift experiment as told from the perspective of one of the test subjects: a fruit fly of the genus Drosophila. Fruit flies are very commonly used in simple genetics experiments, and for some reason I thought it might be interesting to try writing a story about their life course during an experiment: over two weeks, the flies are hatched in a jar with a floor covered in a special nutrient mix, left to grow and reproduce, moved to another jar so as not to crossbreed with the new generation of flies, and eventually knocked out with alcohol fumes and placed under a magnifying glass for observation. The simplicity of the writing is meant to mirror the simplicity of the fly and its life, and the repeated paragraphs reflect what I assume would be the fly’s extremely short memory span and limited activity inside the jar.
Hope you’ve enjoyed the piece! Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | July 26, 2013 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
(Flash Fiction Contest Winner!)
She didn’t tell me she was pregnant until the end of the session.
Four years I’d been with Lorraine. She should have known I hate surprises.
“Say something, Charles.”
What could I say? I love my wife; I didn’t want anything to ruin what we had. Not even a child.
“Anything, please.”
She watched me scribble on a pad I pulled from my pocket. I walked up to her chair and dropped a cashier’s check for fifty thousand dollars in her lap before finally leaving her alone with one last haunting farewell.
“Tomorrow, I start looking for a new therapist.”
This piece was my entry for the Flash Fiction Contest recently held by Writer’s Carnival. The rule was to write any story as long as it was exactly 100 words in length. After winning first place with my story (yay!), I decided to share it here on my blog for others to read. Enjoy!
Special thanks to Writer’s Carnival for hosting the contest! Thank you again for naming me the winner! I’m honored!
by Naomi L. | July 19, 2013 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
Backstage, she was a sweet and outgoing young girl. Behind the scenes, she had a happy life with her family and friends. Everyone loved her.
But when the lights came on, she was suddenly a different person.
The world around her changed. Before a watching crowd, she would transform into any character she wished. One night, she was that adorable little girl dancing in the chorus line; another, the diva singing her heart out in the spotlight. She could take on any role from a timid teenager to a fiery vaudevillian chanteuse, and always put every bit of her soul into her act. She stood a cut above the rest, never failing to charm her audience and draw them into her world.
And still, everyone loved her.
The way she spoke, the way she sang, the way she danced captivated every person who couldn’t take their eyes off her, following her every move executed with impeccable grace and confidence. No matter what part she played, her heart and soul always shone through, and after each performance, the truth became ever clearer to the world watching in awe from off the stage…
That sweet and outgoing young girl was a rising star.
Happy Birthday to my incredibly talented baby sister and favorite actress! You’re a wonderful performer, and I wish you all the best in everything you do. I know you’ll make it big someday! Keep reaching for the stars! I love you!
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