I am a mother of two rambunctious boys and wife to an amazing man. I recently found my long lost love for writing and I have flash fiction to thank for that. It’s hard to believe I walked away from writing and lost my way for a bit, but I’m back and my love for all things literary is stronger than ever!
100 words ain’t many. How do you fit a story into so few words? I usually keep the word count in mind when writing but I always go over. Then I go through and edit out the unnecessary content and hope that I can still get my point across.
Why do you like flash fiction? I have a very short attention span when it comes to writing, so flash fiction is just the right length for me.
Been writing long? I used to write all the time in high school. Then I got married and had kids and my interests were elsewhere for a while. I have only been writing flash fiction since march 2015.
You write anything else? I mainly focus on flash fiction and poetry. You can read my work on my blog Real Momma Ramblings.
Any advice for other flash writers? Well, I am new to flash so… to other newbies I would have to say, don’t let other’s stories intimidate you. Instead, learn from their work to better yourself as a writer.
Any interesting writerly projects in the pipeline? Not at the moment. I have many ideas but nothing concrete. Right now I am focusing on getting more involved in the writing community, both online and in my own town.
I just finished reading a book. Can you recommend another? Shrilugh (The Shrilugh Saga Book 1) by Myndi Shafer. The world Myndi created is just so fantastical. I wish I could go there.
Truth Silences Lies
“Face yourself,” The voice said. Cynthia looked in the mirror, “You’re hideous.”
She believed it. Her swollen eyes glared back at her, puffy from sobbing. Her hair, frayed yarn, looked as though it had been dragged through wet sand.
“No one could love you,” the loud voice hissed.
“I love you.” A still small voice whispered in the distance. Cynthia didn’t hear it.
“What did you eat today?” The loud voice filled her mind, gaining volume to attack the truth.
“You are beautiful,” the small voice sang.
Cynthia shook her head.
“Beauty. Precious. DAUGHTER.”
“Fear not my child, for I have written your name in my book.”
When I see fight scenes I often think about the many inner battles people face daily. When I saw the word FACE, I knew my character would be facing herself in the mirror. It took me a while to figure out how to use BOOK, but once I established that the loud voice was Satan feeding her lies and the small still voice was God, I wanted to end it with him saying she was in His book, symbolizing that He loves her and knows her name.