Strong Breeze | Quick Piece

We kicked hard on the swings and watched the blue sky drift towards us before retracting again. We pumped hard on the swings and found ourselves soaring high and feeling the wind on our faces. “You see?” I said. “I can control the wind! Every time I go up, the wind starts to blow!” I closed my eyes and I could feel myself getting higher, like I was flying away from the world. “You can be the wind-controller and I’ll control fire.” my friend said as he grinned at me. I laughed as I pumped my legs, pulling the sky closer to me. “Oh yeah? I’m going to tell the wind to blow against you!” My friend started to sway his entire body so that he was practically parallel to the ground. “I’m getting higher than you, beat that!” I rolled my eyes. “Just because your legs are higher, doesn’t mean that you’re going higher! See? My entire swing is higher that you!” We managed to synchronize our movements and we ended up swinging next to each other. “Oh yeah, you’re right. That’s not fair! You can control the wind!” my friend exclaimed. We continued to laugh and swing for the entire recess time. From a distance, a whistle blew signaling the end of recess. I heard my friend’s defeated sigh from my right as I heard him dig his feet into the wood chips, halting him to a sudden stop. I did the same and dug a track into the wood chips, feeling a couple escape into my shoe. I sprinted to meet my class, still feeling the swaying motion rushing through my body. Nothing can stop me now

Incredible | Quick Piece Breakdown

Hello everyone,

Long time no story! I hope you enjoyed this cute little story!

Incredible

Even though I’ve been writing poetry, it was a slightly awkward transition to getting back to writing stories, so I had to start simple. This past year, I participated in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest, which is basically a writing contest where you get a genre, setting and an object that you need to use in a story. To top it off, you have to submit the story within 48 hours of finding out the genre. There are 4 rounds that you write through each with different genres, settings and objects, but based on how well you do with point systems especially in the second round, it will allow you to proceed to the next rounds. Unfortunately, I got 0 points for the 1st and 2nd round, but the awesome thing about this contest is that the judges will write commentary for your pieces! And boy, did I learn a lot. The judges loved my story concept, but had trouble grasping my sentence structure and story organization. By starting back to the basics (like seriously), I’m going to be forced to be more conscious about all the nitty gritty stuff that make up a story.

Simply put, this story is about the innocence and wonder of a child that passes onto a mother and the older, the loving bond between a mother and daughter and self-esteem. I love exploring themes about familial bonds and self-esteem because it’s so pure. But this time, I took care to make sure the story actually flowed and not so much on the fancy words. I think it turned out quite nice – let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading!

Alice

Incredible | Quick Piece

“Hey! Are you watching?” my daughter called out from a distance. “I’m about to do something incredible!” My three year old daughter recently learned the word, incredible and she’s been throwing it around correctly, but oftentimes incorrectly. I smiled as I watched her tumble on the grass, sending her dress flying over her head. “Ta-da!” she happily called out. She rushed over to me and whispered loudly, “I have to do an incredible thing in the bathroom now.” I stifled my laughter and helped her to the bathroom. This is definitely something I’ll have to record in the books just to do her future self a favor. I hoisted her up so she could wash her hands. She gleefully wiggled her feet and splashed at the water while making faces. “I’m the incredible water monster!” she roared at herself, causing some older ladies to chuckle. “Oh my! That was a terrifying roar!” one of them remarked. I set my daughter on the ground and she asked the old lady, “What does terrifying mean?” The old lady bent down and said, “It means that it’s so powerful, it’s scary just like that roar you did.” My daughter looked at me in amazement and said, “Am I terrifying?” I laughed and said, “When you don’t want to take your nap, you are, but you’re my sweet girl.” My daughter pouted and frowned. “I want to be terrifying!” At this point, the old lady got up and winked at me. “Well young lady, I think what your mom means is that your sweetness is your terrifying-ness! You’re a wonderful monster.” My daughter beamed and tugged at my hand. “Did you hear what she said? I’m a wonderful monster! What does wonderful mean?” I laughed and gave her a hug. “It’s who you are.”