Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts that's less than 100 words. (I wrote the blurb for the book portrayed in the following two flash fiction pieces.)
Write a flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts. (Mine is 200 exactly and I used all five prompts. It is Andy's piece.)
Write a flash fiction piece less than 200 words about the water pear without using the words "pear", "spoon" or "droplet." (Again it is exactly 200 words and is Larissa's piece.)
I also completed the added challenges for difficulty:
I completed three activities that were all tied together.
It is not my normal genre
And please feel free to critique. It's the only way to improve.
So here you go.
Pitch for Split Apart
When their home was destroyed Larissa and Andy were the only two who made it out alive. Now separated and stranded on a strange planet where the only rule is “best man wins” they struggle to stay alive. And if their race is to survive they must find each other again.
“That’s what you really are?” Gwen’s mouth hung open. I gave a jerky nod. “You’re made of, like, bubbles of water. And you looked like this fruit. I don’t remember the name but I saw a picture of one in history class.”
I didn’t know what she was comparing me to, but I knew she had never seen anything like me before. There was only one other in existence and I didn’t know where he was. My heart throbbed and my body shimmered as I started to separate.
Seeing her face I pulled myself together. Literally. But not exactly the same. I had chosen my image after studying magazines when we first arrived. Later I realized not everyone looked like tall, skeletal girls with more hair than anything else. My body now looked more natural, unnoticeable.
“Can you turn into anything?” I let myself divide then come together as a dog, a plant, then a twin of the rabbit hiding under the bush next to me. Suddenly I was human again and I hit the rabbit with a rock.
“Dinner.” We needed the energy if we were to keep searching. And I would never give up until I found Andy.
The bridge overhead protected us from the rain. Mostly. Mark’s hair was wet. “How’s your leg?”
I closed my eyes and the skin around the gash on my thigh separated into droplets then came together in an unblemished whole
Leaning back against the rusted bridge support, I pulled out some granola bars. I enjoyed the taste of peanut butter and chocolate. One of the amazing things I had found since leaving home. My favorite was the galaxy forming. I pulled that image out now to replace the one of the starving children digging through garbage for food. I wasn’t angry that they chased us off. Just grateful Larissa wasn’t among them.
There was unpleasantness here. But there was beauty too. Like the boy on the pavilion by the ocean. The joy his father had in playing ball with him.
And there was Ava. I remembered her green eyes, full of unshed tears as she told me she loved me and watched me leave on this futile search. I would never find Larissa. I could only try to find some happiness in my new life. I wondered if Ava had waited for me as she promised. I would find out soon.
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