Welcome back to Monday Reflection! Let’s take a look at some of my favourite posts I saw on my reader this week!
Does It Need a Title? by David Lohrey on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
Scars or Lessons on The Fabricated
Demise by Frank Samuels
Becoming Me by Sandy Wilson on The Drabble
Last week I shared a poetry blog with you, so this week I figured I’d share a blog dedicated to fiction. If you’re a keen writer, you can submit your flash fiction stories to Spelk; if you don’t want to submit, you should still visit from some fantastic flash from around the world!
I hope you enjoy going through these posts as much as I did. Happy reading! And if you’ve read something worth reading, add a link in the comments below to share it with everyone else!
I love sharing other people’s writing on Let it Come from the Heart. Short stories, flash fiction, poetry and writing tips are all big features of this blog. If you’ve written something you’d like me to share, please visit the Submit page.
In the meantime, check out the latest submissions to Let it Come from the Heart:
There Will Be Hope by Iain Kelly
Bottled Up by Krazmaz
On Milford Beach by Nathaniel Coombes
Read at your own risk.
The following excerpt you are about to read represents a concise presentation of a very intriguing and fascinating individual. The following events represent real life situations that have not been altered nor distorted in any way. An extremely trustworthy and mighty legend once said that a human with insuppressible powers would be born on the fourth of August during the late nineties. This magnificent being would belong to the Leo star sign; thus promising a lovable and genuine personality. Up to this day, this human being has remained in hiding, fearing what society would do once they find out about the destructive powers contained within them. Some people claim to have met this hero, while others wish to catch a glimpse of their wafting soul. This person might be your best friend, classmate or maybe just a person you passed by while shopping for Christmas gifts. However, it just so happens that this so called ‘powerful’ human being is sitting with a pen and paper trying to come up with some interesting aspects and ideas about themselves in order to introduce themselves to the world.
This person is Aya Benotmane.
The Terrible Truth
And so the souls slowly wafted into the air, leaving their haggard bodies and brooding faces engraved by tear tracks on the murderous earth. #war
There is something really exciting about well-written one sentence stories.
To learn more and read more of Aya’s writing, visit: https://mindtranquilityblog.wordpress.com
‘One day,’ Luna said to herself, staring at her reflection in the glass of the kitchen door, ‘one day I’ll get out of this place. Nobody will be able to stop me. They’ll see how much more I can achieve, how much more I’m worth. One day.’
The chef came out of the kitchen with a scowl across his face. He loomed over her, his hands on his hips, and said in an unnecessarily loud voice, ‘What are you doing standing out here gawking? Get back to work!’
‘I was just –’ Luna began, but he cut her short.
‘I don’t care! I don’t care if you’re waiting to meet the Queen! Get back in the kitchen, and start taking the food out to the customers, or you’re fired!’
Luna watched him disappear back into the kitchen, shaking in his unneeded rage. She considered walking out, but decided against it. Where would she go? As much as she hated working there, there was no alternative until she found herself another job.
There were many jobs out there, but better jobs were hard to come by.
‘One day,’ she said to her tired reflection, before heading into the kitchen.