you cannot think your way out of a writing block, someone said to me, but you can write your way out of a thinking block

kyle mew

There is a small village somewhere, somewhen. One of those simple villages that have been around since long before the big cities and will still be around long after the cities and their gleaming towers will have crumbled into dust, In the centre of the village sits an old lady and a small child. The old lady is telling the child a story, it is the oldest story in the world, it is the story of the world, and how it came to be. If I remember correctly, it goes something like this:

In the begining the world was empty and grey and there was no life, not a leaf, not a frog, not a sausage. The only things to exist were two stone giants, called Wassisface and Wassername, and they stood like gods at either ends of the earth. Now, these giants were so enormously tall that they could…

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8 responses

  1. Brilliantly succint and visual, love it bud.

    12.02.12 at 13.24

    • Why thank you Pete.

      12.02.12 at 13.27

      • My pleasure, love a Flash Man!!! 🙂

        12.02.12 at 13.38

        • Thank you, sadly, flash is the future of fiction – let’s you and me make it good – loving your work too

          12.02.12 at 14.02

          • Thanks buddy, COMMENT! 🙂 It’s totally the fiction of the future, what with our attentions spans nowadays. Are you on FB? We have a little Flash Fiction group on there that’s tight, and people actually read each other and contribute pretty regularly Lemme know!

            12.02.12 at 14.04

  2. great observation.

    12.02.06 at 15.23

    • Thank you my friend

      12.02.12 at 14.01

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