by Andrew J. Savage | Oct 6, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Steemit, writing
Grandpa’s eyes fluttered closed, face now still like a shrunken wax facsimile. I touched Dad’s shoulder. “He’s gone. Let’s go.” He smiled, lips tight with hidden grief. “I need a few moments.” I swallowed. “I...
by Andrew J. Savage | Oct 6, 2018 | article, writing
In my last post on this topic ( Part1) we covered some of the basics of story openings or hooks. Going back to my opening line from The Mask of White and Red: Ilsa’s first memory was of fire. Something is clearly wrong when someone’s first memory is of fire. There’s...
by Andrew J. Savage | Aug 18, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
“Did you even read this before you darkened my door with it?” The editor glared. The humble writer blanched. “I can do better.” “You’re giving us a bad name. This magazine is quality, dammit. We aren’t…bloggers.”...
by Andrew J. Savage | Aug 8, 2018 | Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
The coroner scribbled in her notebook. “Is that twenty-five feet? Thirty?” “Twenty-seven.” The factory supervisor scratched his neck. “Will there be media?” “Certainly.” She snapped her notebook closed....
by Andrew J. Savage | Aug 3, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
Surrounded by guards, the parent-murdering despot gave a jolly smile. So close, but too far to reach. Especially for a boy. If he did hit him, he’d be captured. Jailed. Killed. The boy looked for something to throw. He weighed a lemon in his hand. It was worth the...
by Andrew J. Savage | Jul 19, 2018 | 50 words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, short story, Steemit, writing
The shade slew the last sailor. Only the captain and I remained. And I, no pirate, but a priest disguised. Atop the treasure sat a jeweled cross. The ghoul reached out a finger. I took the cross. Prayed. The wraith vanished. Cold steel slid between my ribs. “Bloody...
