“A month alone on a deserted island?” he asked. “Yes, I really need this time alone” she answered. “But how will I reach you, what if something happens?” he pestered. “Send me a message in a bottle” she offered. “You know I like to deliver my messages in person…” he whined.
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This is a prompt from Magpie Tale. I’m working on the whole flash fiction writing approach. Got this one in 50 words.
my cyber house rules 
ha. just need a big enough bottle you know…smiles…a onth on a deserted island does not sound half bad you know…
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As long as there’s internet, I’d be happy anywhere!
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I really like the super short flash fiction pieces. They force you to strip away what is not important and find your focus. The more I do them, the more I find myself going back into my work and shaping and molding and cleaning. There is a time and place for flare and rumination, and there is a time and place for just getting to the damn point already. A message in a bottle. A gesture more than true communication. And gestures can hold thousands of words.
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Oh I agree! I used to read them all the time at Waystation One (Brian Miller) and think I could never be so succinct. And now I can’t stop from writing them…
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Nice! I’ll take a month of peace and solitude.
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Take it Vinny! Just take both hands and grab that month…
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Amazing, this piece of work! Loved it…
When you drown in your crystal clear tears
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Thank you! It was playful and popped in my head when I woke up this morning.
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Where did you get that hilarious picture?
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It’s a Magpie writing prompt. You have to come and join the fun… the link is on my sidebar.
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love this what exact is Magpie Tale. you make them so much fun to read
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🙂 You’re making me smile a lot today Becca!
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Perfect .. love those deserted islands. Take me away!
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I just finished healing from numerous bug bites from a recent getaway… 😉
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Oh I can certainly relate …
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🙂 You know, its odd Tess, every Sunday I sneak a glance at your new prompt to let it mull over. This jar, in my mind – I specifically remember it as a man laying in a bottle, not sitting in a jar reading! I kept my story the same anyways…
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He must really love her
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Yeah! I can’t imagine throwing myself into an ocean floating away in a jar… 😉
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I used to do these things and I’m not sure why I stopped. Nice one. I’m with you, as long as the internet is available, I can remain semi-static, wherever I am…
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