Ever since I was a young girl, I have loved to read. I love escaping to new worlds and losing myself in a character’s life. There is nothing else that exits during these times. No homework, no chores, no school, no work, no responsibilities, no distractions – just these characters and their world. These last couple of weeks I have been enjoying Flash Fiction. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flash_fiction
I have also enjoyed creating characters of my own and developing their lives into these tangled webs of mystery and romance. (Not your typical Romance novels – I am way too much of a prude.) LOL But simply stories about relationships and exploring the depth of emotions.
I have finished my first novel and am in the rewrite stage, trimming the excessive and polishing the story. This process can take some time, so in the meantime, I am going to post short stories and Flash Fiction, right here for you to read. That way you get an idea of my writing style, and if it is something you enjoy then maybe you will be interested in other things I write.
The comment section is open for feedback (good and bad). I encourage you to drop a note, letting me know what you like and don’t like about the post. As always, I look forward to hearing from you and thank you for reading.
Today I am giving you what is called Flash Fiction. It’s shorter than a short story. It is actually a mini-story of under 1000 words. Let me know what you think.
Aella stretched her long, strong limbs reaching for the edges of the bed, as she slowly let her eyes flutter open. The warm golden rays washed over her through the open window. As she blinked the sleep from her eyes, she let the sudden brightness burn for the slightest moment before she squeezed them shut.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and came to a sitting position, all in one graceful movement. The view from the window was worth waking up to the quietness of isolation. Her lake house sat on the far end of the lake, away from any other inhabitants, giving her the seclusion, she had longed for her entire life.
Aella was trained from a young age to be on the offensive in order to survive. It was a characteristic that brought exhaustion to her everyday life – to always be ready to fight, to dominate, to survive. She knew above all else, she could rely on herself when there was no to trust, and there was never anyone to trust.
The constant enervation that her lifestyle brought only made Aella desire to be alone, to have a world to herself where she could relax, let her guard down, and live, instead of just surviving. The lake house provided this world. The soothing sounds of the wind through the trees and the songs the birds would carol through the woods brought the peace she had spent her life in search of.
After making a cup of tea, Aella made her way to the dock where the only sound she focused on was the gentle swishing of the water lapping itself against the pilings. There was a soft breeze this morning that enveloped her like a light blanket against her skin. The feeling brought an easy smile to her face. She sat with her legs dangling over the edge, her toes teasing the water just below them. She closed her eyes and raised her face to the warm glow of the sun, offering a silent prayer of thanks.
She had spent the day fishing for her dinner and painting from her porch, that faced the emptiness of the lake. The water had grown still, giving the appearance of a sheet of glass. The birds were beginning to end their song, and the sun was on its last stretch through the sky before it laid done for an evening’s rest. Aella was putting her finishing touches on her painting, using a soft combination of pink and orange to illustrate the cotton candy clouds that extended the length of the horizon.
With the final stroke of her brush, Aella looked out on the water, the final glow peeking over the tops of the trees. The edges of the sky beginning to blur and the colors of her world fading to a muted grey. She blinked hard trying to keep the colors in focus, but it was inevitable. The sky grew dark and the lake slowly began to disappear, being replaced with muted light and the smell of ash.
Aella stretched her long, strong limbs that ached from overuse. As she blinked away the lake, her eyes adjusted to the single stream of light that snuck past the dark sheet that covered the window. The bird’s song replaced with the sound of sirens and explosions, and the lake was replaced with her combat gear set neatly beside her bed waiting for the day to begin. A day where there would be no fishing, no painting, and no peace. The world of her dreams long gone and replaced with the reality of destruction, where she was a warrior trained to survive.