Expression through the practice of short, tight scribblings can be invaluable in keeping the mind trained and alert. Writing a book of any length or a piece of narrative fiction for that matter, pertains to an author’s individual construct. Whatever it may be. Therefore, I so love dabbling in these more concise “scenario’s” if you will. Almost feeling as though it’s a necessary exercise. From my point of view anyways.
Try it if you get the chance and pen a scene out from scratch. Your mind will automatically start filling in the gaps. Answering possible questions relating to your hypothesized literary creation. Imagination is a great and powerful tool indeed. I previously used to regard such efforts as punitive and not worthy of much attention. However, the “Steemit” blockchain can serve as the ultimate reference point in regards to igniting epic creative wildfires all stemming from a single spark.
Flash fiction does have its place in any writer’s works and deservedly so. I intend to use this platform for the exact same purposes as mentioned above.
After all, I view “Steemit” as an author’s utopia. Let the story pull you in and your mind be set free.
Kevin reacted in much the same way as his friends did. Utter, prolonged shock. The four of them watched as Emilia floated down the river, gradually being sucked into the neighbouring rapid on the far side. A heap of drenched clothes clinging on to the lifeless body of their once vibrant companion. A transformative look of horror spread across Lee’s face as he stood near the bank, watching her disappear from sight.
”This is not happening. I mean, guys. This wasn’t our fault.” He cried out. Kevin glanced back at him, bearing a similar look of bemused anguish. “I know! But who in the hell is going to believe us? The damn current must have pulled her under. I told you to watch her!”
The rest of the group backed up in retreat as nobody wanted any part of the ensuing blame game. Kevin and Lee had the privilege of sharing that dubious honour all to themselves. Lee pointed a finger at him, gritting his teeth. ”Don’t you dare pin this shit on me. We all swam in the exact same area. How could I have ever seen this coming? Fuck you for that, Kevin.”
The other three silent members saw Kevin balling his fists up, ready to unleash a full-on barrage upon Lee. An insult hurled against their designated "leader of the pack" was never going to end well. Mathas piped up before it got any more heated. ”Guys! Don’t you think we should be following her down the river or something? I mean, what if we can still save her?”
”You dumb asshole! You wanna join her dead corpse down in the river too? She’s gone, man. You seeing the speed of it? We won’t stand a chance. And anyhow, she’s long gone.”
Before those final salty words left Kevin’s lips, Mathas raised a hand to his forehead. Though the expression on his face was now more surprise than anything else. ”What the hell? Look! Right there!” The boys all spun around in unison to see what it was. To their amazement, it was Emilia’s sister on the other side of the river near the forest's edge. Waving to them over the gushing sound of the river below. She pointed downstream as they all sprinted up the nearby hill to gain a better vantage point of the action. Nothing could have prepared them for what was to come.