I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
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DescriptionThis was a writing exercise where i had to begin a story with a given first line. i choose the first line of a Heaney poem called "A drink of water". It's nice and short, too.
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Descriptionvery short piece of flash fiction. written out of boredom. Posted because there's nothing else
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Jason was stretched out on the footpath behind the cottage. In front of him, beneath small pebbles, were five white butterflies, pinned at the wing. It had taken hours but he'd managed to catch them, with a net stolen from his sister, in amongst his Granddad's patch of potatoes. He was trying to decide their fate.
