Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Leap of Faith


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“What’s wrong ?” Taylor asked Olivia. They had been climbing the steps to the top of the bell tower.

“I’m tired of stairs Taylor. How many more levels?’

“I’m not sure. My friend Luca says this is the most fun you can have in this town.”

“Huh?” Olivia mumbled. “I love a great view Taylor, but stairs aren’t fun.”

Taylor chuckled, “Look, we’re here.” He grabbed Olivia and kissed her with ardor. She turned from him after awhile and admired the city which lay below them, the sun setting.

“This is amazing,” Olivia said, “What now?”

Taylor handed Olivia a special umbrella. He grabbed her hand firmly and held his own umbrella out.

“Now we go down,” Taylor said laughing as he and Olivia stepped off the bell tower ledge.

She thought she would die. Instead, the couple floated gently down onto the church lawn.

“I can’t even describe that,” Olivia said excited. She couldn’t stop grinning at Taylor.

“For a moment,” Taylor admitted, “I thought . . .”

Olivia shushed him. “One thing off our bucket list,” she said smiling and squeezing his hand tight.


(Inspired partially, by an episode of Gilmore Girls.)


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Poem: Florette – “Song of Signs” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #harana



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I’ll sing you music each long night.

Do you hear my voice take flight?

My alto voice rings loud in my ears.

Wish to be there, so you see dear, my notes just right.

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You’ll treasure my words, piercing thought.

Can I reach through your veil, you’re aloft.

Stuck inside, where I cannot reach.

No silence but song, I beseech; sign of love sought.

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Dusk, lingering in your splendor,

Hope you’ll hear my words crescendo

Problems arise when you see how I sing,

For I am deaf, my songs hand signs ring, my concerto.

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Please my love, notice me noiseless,

Signs speak my ardor voiceless.

You gaze through me, my pretty face

Your chosen love’s voice has no grace; my signs joyful.

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The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.

Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a 
Meter: 8,8,8,12 

Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.

Like the outgrowing of a small flower, the forth line of each stanza is longer, and enwraps the previous lines. Line #4 requires an internal rhyme scheme that rhymes the eighth syllable with the end of line #3, and continues to add on four more syllables than the other lines so that the fourth line ends rhyming with lines #1 and #2.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information. 

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