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Flash Fiction Friday - Fire


This week’s challenge: write a flash fiction piece (maximum 500 words) where fire plays a central role.

Silhouetted performer spins fire batons amid glowing sparks, creating a magical scene at night. Orange embers light the dark background.

Interpret the theme however you like—physical, symbolic, mythical, psychological.


It could represent:


  • Passion 

  • Anger 

  • Desire 

  • Jealousy 

  • Obsession 

  • Grief 

  • Hope 

  • Shame 

  • Rebirth 

  • Awakening 

  • Purification 

  • Catalyst for Change 

  • Revolution/Rebellion 

  • Inspiration

  • Dangerous Ideology 

  • Rage of the Masses 


A black guitar engulfed in vibrant flames on a dark background, exuding a fiery and intense mood. No text visible.


Ask yourself:

  • What is my story about?

  • What is it really about?

  • What are the layers in my story?

  • What is the shift?

  • What does the white space tell us?


Maybe think about playing with structure:

  • Drabble

  • Creative non-fiction

  • Hermit Crab Flash Fiction

  • Circular structure

  • Hybrid flash – combine traditional flash with another form – more experimental


Language – maybe consider…

  • Second person

  • Dialogue

  • Unusual metaphors

  • Use poetic techniques

  • Emotional impact


Checklist:

  • Strong narrative voice

  • One central theme

  • Sentence structure for effect

  • Language devices

  • Sensory details



“Flash is for the unafraid.” Kathy Hoyle WHQ

Post your story in the comments below.

💬 And don’t forget to read and comment on each other’s pieces—thoughtful feedback makes our writing stronger.

2 Comments


Guest
Jun 27

My Fire Words


I stand here, at the donkey stoned step of this living, breathing library, my head as wick as the forest around me. Each step I take as if I am digging deeper into its mystery, the soft moss beneath my feet absorbs the weight of my thoughts. The ground trembles ever so slightly, as though the earth itself exhales, and trees sway, their branches move in darkling curves catch stainglasses of light. The sun filtes through thick canopy, refracted by the leaves, and it seems as though letters of fire cavort in the air, twine around my thoughts.

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Lucy B
Jun 27
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That’s beautiful. Particularly love the stainglasses of light. So poetic. Thank you for sharing.

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