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The idea of flash fiction is based on short stories in the a very short form. So, I am suggesting a story in 200 words, on a topic of philosophy or about life etc. I definitely am willing to contribute some but I am open to others starting. I do see this as being about experimentation more than anything else. I will give a couple of prompts as a starting point, but you may not need this.

Prompts:
1. The Worst Day of My Life
2. The Terrible Smell
3. Labyrinths
4. Drug experimentation
5. Who am I?

You may wish to write a 200 word piece on these or your own writing ideas or create ideas for prompts. I do plan to contribute 200 word pieces too, and the idea of this in the lounge is as a break from all the heavy duty philosophy discussions as as fun, but also as a complementary form of understanding...

The essence of flash fiction lies in succinct storytelling, encapsulating narratives within a brief span. I suggest creating a 200-word story delving into philosophical or life themes. I encourage others to kickstart this endeavor, emphasizing experimentation. Prompts are offered for inspiration, yet the freedom to explore personal ideas is welcomed. This initiative seeks to provide a refreshing break from intense philosophical discussions in the lounge, fostering a light and enjoyable approach to understanding.

kandreoandro wrote: ↑December 27th, 2023, 6:40 am The essence of flash fiction lies in succinct storytelling, encapsulating narratives within a brief span. I suggest creating a 200-word story delving into philosophical or life themes. I encourage others to kickstart this endeavor, emphasizing experimentation. Prompts are offered for inspiration, yet the freedom to explore personal ideas is welcomed. This initiative seeks to provide a refreshing break from intense philosophical discussions in the lounge, fostering a light and enjoyable approach to understanding.

Have you written any such flash fiction story yourself yet?
If yes, would you like to share it here with us, please?

kandreoandro wrote: ↑December 27th, 2023, 6:40 am The essence of flash fiction lies in succinct storytelling, encapsulating narratives within a brief span. I suggest creating a 200-word story delving into philosophical or life themes. I encourage others to kickstart this endeavor, emphasizing experimentation. Prompts are offered for inspiration, yet the freedom to explore personal ideas is welcomed. This initiative seeks to provide a refreshing break from intense philosophical discussions in the lounge, fostering a light and enjoyable approach to understanding.

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The terrible smell.
I remember the drive from Sorento to the outskirts of Alton, my mother at the wheel of our pale-green 1957 Impala. I remember arriving at the long driveway entrance of the state hospital and parking. At the time it never occurred to me to find it odd that there were so few cars in the visitors’ parking lot at a mental hospital that housed nearly 4000 patients. I remember walking up the steps of the main building to register for our visitors passes at the office. I remember the smell that invaded my nostrils the instant we opened the door to enter the building. A smell so revolting I parted my lips to mouth-breathe for the remainder of our visit. A smell of urine and feces and body odor and the disinfectant used to scrub all the surfaces but which could not remove the smell. A smell of mentally and physically debilitated human beings warehoused for years, for the rest of their lives, in an institution whose buildings covered acres, an institution so large it had its own power plant, its own farm, its own medical clinic complete with xray and an operating room. . A smell that followed us into the cafeteria where it was impossible for me to take even a bite of food because the act of chewing would force me to breathe through my nose. A smell that preceded the sight of my father, in hospital pajamas and slippers shuffling down the corridor to meet us for our weekly visit. A smell that stayed in my nose, my hair, my skin, on my clothes even after we left the hospital and drove home with the car windows cranked wide open, summer or winter. I remember.

Well written and powerfully evocative. Hard to maintain this sort of intensity in a longer piece. it would be overwhelming.