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The two opposing themes for this week’s Flash Face Off are: STAYING IN VS. GOING OUT
Use the prompts below and/or the theme to write – in any way that inspires you. And remember – flash doesn’t have to be dark and traumatic to be effective.
Pick a side. (Or write about both!)
Pick an image and/or a quote, or more than one, or a mix of both.
It is tooootally up to you, so long as your writing has some kind of connection to this week’s themes and is no longer than 500 words. We only ask that you stick to a maximum of two stories. When you post a story it will go into a queue to be checked for all relevant content warnings before it goes live.
You have until midday on Thursday 13th January to think, write, and post up your story to our Flash Face Off forums.
PLEASE make good use of these workshopping forums to offer feedback to others, receive feedback on your own story, and tweak/edit as much as you like. This really is the absolute best way to develop your writing (and it’s a really nice way to be part of your writing community).
We’ll be picking a handful of stories to be read on our live Flash Face Off online event at 8pm on Friday so will get in touch with authors on Friday afternoon to sort out logistics.
And that’s it! Enough preamble. Roll out the prompts!
STAYING IN VS GOING OUT
“Not only is it acceptable to be alone, at times it is positively to be wished for. It is in the interludes between being in company that we talk to ourselves. In the silence we listen to ourselves. Then we ask questions of ourselves. We describe ourselves, and in the quietude we may even hear the voice of God.”
— Maya Angelou
“When I am in a new place, because I see everything, it is like when a computer is doing too many things at the same time and the central processor unit is blocked up and there isn’t any space left to think about other things.”
— Mark Haddon
“All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others…and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
— Virginia Woolf
“I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage.”
— Joan Didion