Flash Fiction #1

Just something I wrote based on a dream I had. I know exactly who was onstage, but at the time it was mysterious.

School had been a hell of an ordeal that day, teacher's bothering over homework, lunch was just horrible, and drama flowed like cheap wine at a fake italian restaurant. I wandered into the auditorium to catch some sleep, I had to stay at the school that day for a swim meet that started in an hour or two. There was plenty of time to catch a nap in the most comfortable seats in the school.

I was on the verge of sleep, eyes just drooping shut, when I heard someone walk onto the stage. It was all dark in the auditorium so I couldn't see who it was. I can't explain why, but I ducked behind the row of chairs and laid down on the stone floor. I waited and listened for a minute.

After a moment of high tension silence, I heard some thing. The girl (made apparent by her voice) started to sing. Now I'm a discerning critic, most of the time I'm not a fan of any non-pro's singing, but the girl onstage now was simply amazing.

I vaguely knew the song, so I knew when it was coming to a class, and I planned to look up and see who it was when it was over. The girl began to sing the final verse when a door in the back slammed. I heard footstep frantically on stage, another door slam, steps in the isle, a third door slam, and then silence. I stood up and I was all alone.

I walked up to the stage, and all I found was a bracelet, laying directly center stage. It was a simple woven bracelet with the initials K. L. stitched into it. I didn't know anyone with those initials, but I was going to find her. I had to hear her voice again.

Author's Note

I'm a creep, I know it. The last part was embellished from the dream. The dream ended right before the last paragraph.

Reviews

[buoyantMaureen]

there is a mix of past and present tenses in the beginning which made this flashfiction hard to start.

if it was dark why did he need to duck behind the seats?

People will deprecate you, don't do it to yourself in your authors notes. I didn't think the MC was a creep at all. He was good. At first he was super laid back, too cool for life. I can totally see him sprawled over like three different chairs to catch a nap and not caring who sees him until wait, oo, there is a girl. (I used to sleep in the chapel on my campus)

I didn't get any sort of dream vibe from the story. was it supposed to be a dream? I think the story is better without a dream. If it is a dream, perhaps you could give the readers a hint within the story so they could solve the mystery themselves.

[Ali_Avery~7]

aww what a great dream :} especially love how the suspense builds and keeps building throughout the story and then ends with a sort of cliff-hanger. It leaves room for the imagination of the reader. Anyways... great job and great imagry!

-QG