flash fiction one

It has been awhile since I published a post, but it seems like I have been gaining followers on a regular basis recently, so if you are one of those people, thank you! 

I’ve been rather indecisive about what to publish next, and I have decided to share a work of flash fiction that I wrote for a writing club I am in. We were all given the same first line as a prompt: “They say that in the city you’re never more than six feet away from a rat.”

I haven’t yet shared it with my club, so this is my original first draft, albeit edited by myself. Enjoy!

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BLAME THE RATS

They say that in the city you’re never more than six feet away from a rat.

They say that for every human, there are one hundred filthy rats scampering throughout the city. They say that there are thousands of carcasses lost underground, surrounded by concrete and decomposing so slowly that their rotting flesh is polluting the very water the humans drink. The living rats infest the sewers, condemned buildings, alleyways, apartment walls, warehouses, basements, restaurant kitchens, everywhere. They say that rats are the reason sickness sweeps through the cities. They are flea-ridden creatures that have no purpose on this earth except to carry diseases; they are the harbingers of death. Children are taught to fear the rodents, and exterminators are called within minutes of a rat being spotted in an inhabited building.

But “they” say a lot of things and don’t say even more. They will never admit that it is their over-population that has contributed to the increased number of rats. Because where there are humans, there rats will always be. They created the intricate network of pipes and tunnels that rats so desire. They will never say that it is their lifestyle and unclean habits that lead to more and more diseases which then require research to tame the contagions. Their own actions and fear of what they have created has lead to their hatred of rats and the propaganda they blast within their city limits.

On a large poster is a photograph of a hospital room filled with ailing children, and “BLAME THE RATS” is printed in bold, red letters.

“Rats > Humans. NO MORE!” is scrawled in graffiti on walls and trains.

A mother and father stand above a child-sized coffin. A young woman is covered in boils. A dying dog bleeds from a large wound and a mangy rat sits on its haunches, blood dripping from its bared teeth. “Kill the rats before they kill YOU” is written on all of them.

People have been brainwashed to believe that rats are the reason cities are unclean. Rats must pay the price; as carriers of viruses and bacteria, they shall become the test subjects for cures.

No human fights for the life of a lab rat anymore. And humans will never admit that their survival and dominance over the world is because of the many rats that have died in their laboratories.

But we know what humans are; we understand their true and vile nature. They will murder us on sight. They infest the parks, the streets, the buildings, the skies, and the subways. They pollute the air with their smokestacks and car exhaust, pushing us deeper and deeper underground. But even that is not safe from the chemicals that leak from their waste. They threaten our very existence. From the day we are first nursed, our tiny bodies huddled against our tired mother in a cold, dark, and damp home beneath a city square, we are warned that we must learn to protect ourselves. Death is an everyday threat, because here in the city, you’re never more than six feet away from a human.

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Happy November!

Well, it’s November. You know what that means. No shaving!!! Just kidding. I tried that once in high school during basketball and it got real awkward, real gross, real fast. No, it’s November, and that means it’s National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write at least 50,000 words of that novel you’ve been wanting to write, but never actually got around to it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a few years now, and even signed up last year, but didn’t write anything. Now I’m fully determined to try it out. I’ve been meaning to start writing again, and this blog was a big help, but I’ve been slacking in that regard (although I have a lot of exciting posts planned! I just need to do some more thinking and research for most of them…).

I’ve written a novel before, back in high school. But believe me, it is far from being publishable, but I just can’t throw away my baby. I’ve decided it will become my first extensive rewriting exercise. I was thinking of rewriting it for NaNoWriMo, but there’s also a fantasy story I’ve been itching to write for a good six years now, and I think that may be more enjoyable to delve into each day. I have some parts written and a lot more planned out, but it’s the world building that’s been slowing me down. And the fear to just… write. So that’s my plan. I’m going to take November to write as much as I can of this new story and use the NaNoWriMo site to help with the encouragement. And it’s actually pretty neat. After day one, I already feel pretty good about my progress. Let’s hope I can keep it up.

It’s looking pretty promising thus far, me thinks. Feeling inspired? Think you can handle writing a novel in a month, or at least the rough makings of one? It’s not too late to sign up and challenge yourself. Check it out!

I’ll update at the end of the month about how far I got, or earlier if I actually reach 50,000 words before the deadline.

So, whether you’re refusing to shave or trying to write a novel, or just enjoying the last weeks of fall, this month should be exciting! Happy November, everyone!