Writers week

Man walks into bar-ouch!

Stroy 2

Man walks into a bar and sits at the furthest stool, away from others. He orders a drink, "PBR," and realizes its only 2:00 pm. His wife again doesn't want to hear his troubles at work and seeks refuge on the corner bar where his daughter once held his hand to cross the street.

"So what brings you in here?" the bartender says. Hal realizes theres only one person sitting in the bar.

"Just trying to get away from the wife and lookin fora job."

"O ya lots of people have been looking for it at the bottom of a glass lately, damn rescission." Hal wants to tell him about how he lost his job three years ago, how his daughter is absent form his life, how his wife who was once sweet is know bitter no thanks to him.
"Yup, damn rescission," was his only reply. He didnt want to get into it with the bartender. He had enough about talking about. Now he sits looking at the yellow blur of his reflection in a glass. An answer so oblivious but frighting, like a congested cross walk with a familiar face on the other side. He just wish, and was afraid to admit, something that he could never tell his wife, that he needed someone to help him cross.
Story 3

Man walks into a bar in a crowded Saturday night. After a few drinks he sits with his Friends and they talk about there childhood. He watches the entrance every time someone walks in. In bars and restaurants his eye will wonder like it has ADD but his mind could care less. Its late and a Priest walks in, he sits down at a booth in front of him and his friends. No one pays attention. Then Micheal Jackson walks in and is waved by the priest, an hour later Ronald MacDonald walks in and takes a seat with them. Mike, freaked out, has to get up and excuse himself to the bathroom, scared of what he has just witnessed. He texts his friend who is oblivious or could not see them...


Kim Chinquee


750 words, that’s all it takes to right a flash fiction piece. Kim Chinquee made it sound easy, a two page story that will keep the reader’s attention. If only it were that easy, for a writing student it seems impossible. A story may be two pages but there is always to little or too much. What is that makes a good flash fiction piece? Chinquee told the audience of her background and the trial and error stage as a writer. How she and her editor would go over her stories and be honest at its power as a piece of fiction. For a writer that would be great but as a student the idea of your work always under the microscope is daunting. But I always remember.

When I was younger the writing world seemed dull and boring.My dis-enchantment began in school of all places. Books where assigned in remedial classes, never finished and chapters skipped since many could not finish or pay attention. When asked to be moved up so that I could be challenged I was denied, for reasons still unknown. Books and writing seemed to sound the same and even amateur, I was slowly turning into one of my fellow pupils. Then I looked around. Air ports, Barnes and Nobles, and any library have books come in and out. They were never read and never discussed something I would fear if I choose to become a writer. Writing then seemed more like a doomed hobby in the modern world of electronics. I did have ideas, and I was creative but to place words on paper felt pointless like they would slide right of the sheet.
Then I read Random Family for college. A thick book, with a black hard cover making it look time consuming. It wasn't till I read it that I became hooked. It wasn't hard to understand, it didn't need a teacher to point out all the metaphors and genius of the writer. No students raising there hand and making fun of the situation rather than trying to understand it. It was there, point blank, and simple. Adrain LeBlanc had taught what countless other teachers had failed, writing can be simple, beautiful and most of all full filling.