Splat. One word. One syllable. Five letters. And they change everything. It means so many things. It's what you hear when pasta hits the wall. Or when a raw slice of potato falls to the floor. It's the word that shows on-screen in cartoons, like when Road Runner has bested Wiley for the umpteenth time and he falls to the bottom of the canyon in a puff of smoke.
It's also what it sounds like when a person lands on the concrete after a 54-story drop to the sidewalk. Splat. It's how we all feel when we get the news. And at the funeral. No dancing. No singing. Or crying. Just splat.
Welcome to Nadiyah's Flash Blog
Occasionally, I'll sit down and write little short snippets of what could someday turn into a longer story...or not. Either way, I thought, "Hey, why don't I post them so people can read them?" So, here they are. Uncut. Enjoy.
PS. The book I'm using is called, "500 Five-Minute Writing Exercises." I wrote it because I needed one like it. If you would like a copy, you can go HERE. You can also
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PS. The book I'm using is called, "500 Five-Minute Writing Exercises." I wrote it because I needed one like it. If you would like a copy, you can go HERE. You can also
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