Thursday 27 January 2011

The Professor and the Student (flash fIiction 428 words)

She sat on the couch. It was comfortable and made from the softest leather, but she felt far from relaxed. The room was dimly lit, soft music played in the back ground.

‘Please, Miss Carter, try to relax.’

She tensed further when she heard him open his note book.

‘I’ve never had a student with this type of problem, do you mind if I take notes?’

‘No, of course not, professor.’

‘Now, tell me, when you start having problems with your writing?’

‘I’m not sure. I think it was after writing my second book.’

‘Hmm. Go on.’

‘Well, for some reason I started to use my own name instead of the character's.’

‘Hmm . . . And then?’

‘Things that I wrote about my character, started to happen to me.’

‘What do you mean? Give me an example.’

‘This morning I wrote that my character went to see her creative writing tutor.’

‘That’s interesting. What did she do?’

‘She exposed her fangs, bit into his neck and drained all the blood from him.’ she said, licking her lips and pushing his lifeless body to the floor.

Bending over she retrieve the note book he had dropped. Flicking through the pages she found a short story and started to read it . . .

‘She sat on the couch. It was comfortable and made from the softest leather, but she felt far from relaxed. The room was dimly lit, soft music played in the back ground.

‘Please, Miss Carter, try to relax.’

She tensed further when she heard him open his note book.

‘I’ve never had a student with this type of problem, do you mind if I take notes?’

‘No, of course not, professor.’

‘Now, tell me, when you start having problems with your writing?’

‘I’m not sure. I think it was after writing my second book.’

‘Hmm. Go on.’

‘Well, for some reason I started to use my own name instead of the character's.’

‘Hmm . . . And then?’

‘Things that I wrote about my character, started to happen to me.’

‘What do you mean? Give me an example.’

‘This morning I wrote that my character went to see her creative writing tutor.’

‘That’s interesting. What did she do?’

‘She exposed her fangs, bit into his neck and drained all the blood from him.’ she said, licking her lips and pushing his lifeless body to the floor.

Bending over she retrieve the note book he had dropped. Flicking through the pages she found a short story and started to read it . . .’



© Lindsey Chapman - http://word-weaving.blogspot.com/

3 comments:

  1. Haha, the twist into italics was good. Reminds me of a comic strip about an astronaut crashing through a wormhole and onto his own helmet. He's taking it off and looking down at himself taking it off and looking down at himself...

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  2. Nice, I like this quite a bit. Simple, yet effective and thought provoking. Good work!

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  3. Recursion. Potent stuff, as it models how our consciousness works: reflection upon our thoughts reflecting upon our thoughts ... round and round, we all fall down.

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