Do you write with music on? I MUST. It’s the way I operate, get in my character’s head, and keep my voice, tone, and mood.
So I started thinking – what about the other way around? What if I listened to a song first, and it dictated what I wrote?
I asked readers, on my author page (if you haven’t joined my Facebook author page now, you should, because I post there far more frequently about my books and writing, and it’s lots of fun, I hope!), to post a link to a song they love or find interesting, and I would write a flash piece on the spot after only listening to it once! 😀
After a random roll of digital dice, Elizabeth Liberty Lewis’s song, “Many Words” by DROELOE won!
The following flash fiction piece (under 1000 words) was written in 15-20 minutes on the spot while listening to this specific song! 😀
I highly recommend you listen to it while reading my piece below, which is a gift to Elizabeth that I hope she enjoys! 🙂
Next up with be one for Laura Pol. Stay tuned!
If YOU like flash fiction, and think you can write an emotionally moving piece in under 1000 words and want to win ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS, my contest is still open!
ALIEN EXCHANGE PROGRAM
The little alien stumbled and fell in the deep, rich, wet dirt.
As the speeder raced away into the sky, the taillights shrinking rapidly in his vision, his throat clamped shut. The faint smell of diesel filled his nose and time slowed, as if to stamp an important moment on his mind.
He had been abandoned.
His mother, pinch-lipped and silent, her three eyes focused straight ahead, had refused to even glance his way during the duration of the space travel. He had tugged on her arm at first, but had given up. He had hoped against hope for a fun vacation spot, like on Krypton’s moon, but his mother’s clenched paw had told him otherwise, her eyes stalks decidedly pointed in the opposite direction.
Now here he sat, alone on a new planet, speeder-like lights surrounding him as if eyes were watching. In the dark of night. With only lit-up buildings to guide him, the ground wet from fresh rain, the mud squishing between his back flipper feet, he stumbled forward, a sob rising in his swollen throat.
There, straight down the muddy grassy lawn, he saw a smaller shop, the lettering illegible for his three alien eyes. On the dimly lit sign a drawing of two creatures that looked like the two halves of himself sat and stared at him. One was green with two bulgy eyes and webbed feet, the other had paws and fur and floppy ears. It was as if they had put both of his parents on one sign: his mother who had just left, taking his heart with her, and his adventurous father who had died so long ago. A human creature with a stethoscope stood next to them. This had to be the alien welcome center. Possibly he could find a new home. The thought seared his heart with pain, but he was glad to have some place to start.
“What is this?” came the screech from the front desk when he entered, pushing his way through the heavy glass door.
He let out a garbled “Ribbit!”
The fleshy, pink, extremely tall creature rose up on it back legs and pushed black wire and glassy things up around her small eyes. “Joe! Look at this!” it said, and he found he could understand it. Thank his mother for teaching him alien languages – or had she been planning on abandoning him here all along?
A tall fleshy creature with a single patch of black fur on the very top of its head came around the corner and broke into a giant smile. “I had one of these once! A large furred toad! They’re thought to be extinct!”
The first creature’s red mouth twisted in what was obvious disgust to him, even if he wasn’t used to its oddly hairless pink face. “You had one of these as a pet? Where did it come from?”
The one called Joe was still smiling, and it was a peaceful, happy expression that tickled the young alien from his head to his webbed toes. “Yes! There have only been three in existence that were ever reported. I had the third. Maybe it was one of his family, and another had the intelligence to come looking!”
The first one with the metal and glass around its eyes looked skeptical. “Seriously?”
“I think they don’t come from earth, but that can be our little secret.” Joe winked at the other one and then reached those huge, pink hands down for the alien. “Come here, little buddy. Did you know my guy Marcus?”
Of course the name did not ring a bell. It was human earthling talk. But the hands were warm, and soon the little alien was snuggled against the large cloth-covered chest.
“I bet you did, little buddy. Before he left, I told him my house was always open to his kind. And I’m pretty sure, in his alien head, he knew it was time to go home, raise a family, and tell the next generation about earth.” Joe pet his head, and it calmed him to his very core. “I’m so glad you’re here, little buddy. Let’s start the next chapter of this foreign exchange program, shall we?”
Copyright: RJ Conte 2018