Micro Stories *Workshop Collection*

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This is a prompt from my Creative Writing class. "Micro story/One line poems: Write a micro story (one sentence) or a one line poem (title plus first line)."

Submitted: October 19, 2011

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Submitted: October 19, 2011

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One line poems:

 

We Went Swimming

In the ocean.

 

Down, Down, Down comes the rain

Onto the dry, dry, dry field.

 

Sailing High Across the Sky

We hit a cloud.

 

Thrown Into the Lake

Just for being late.

 

 

 

Micro stories

She held him in her arms and wept.

 

They visited the foreclosed home.

 

Together, facing the sunset, they escaped.

 

Up went the wave, down went the ship.

 

 

 

Next step: Develop. Turn your one line poem into a full length poem or your micro story into a longer piece.

Up Went the Wave, Down went the ship

The people cried out for help,

They cried to me

To save them

To rescue them

To bring them to me,

And out of their misery.

The waves continued

Beating the ship,

Beating the people.

They went down and down and down.

Crying out to me,

Their tears tore my soul.

Nothing I could do to save them.

Save calm the waves with my footstep.

They had chosen their fate.

Thus the wave went up, and the ship went down.


 

 


“I hate you! You can’t make me stay in this hellhole forever! You always hold me back, you crush my dreams, you humiliate me everywhere I go. I don’t have any friends because of you!”

“You are a liar. You couldn’t tell the truth to save your life. I made you. I created you. You are here because of me. Without me you are nothing. Nothing.

“You have ever done anything for me. At all. Ever. My whole life you have been nothing but a pain to me. You are the biggest black stain on my soul anyone has ever seen. No one should have to deal with this.”

“I’m only treating you like this because it will make you stronger. You are weak, and this is teaching you how to survive in the world—“

“Teaching me to be strong?! My whole life you’ve dictated everything to me. You aren’t making me stronger, you are dissolving me. I am nothing to you, and soon I will be nothing to the world because you will make me disappear for good!”

“No one is going to disappear. You will continue going to school. You will be your normal school self. No one will know you, and you will be happy with that. Now leave me; I’m sick of your voice.”

“No. You won’t tell me what to do anymore. I’m old enough to make my own decisions and you will not hold me back any longer.”

“What are you doing? Get away from that door! Don’t you dare open—Hey! Get back in here! What are you doing?! How dare you! You can’t run away from me! You won’t escape! You will return, and if it’s from me finding you, you better pray someone up there is on your side, because you aren’t going to like your punishment this time!”

“You can’t hurt me anymore. I’m done with you; I’m done with this life. Nothing you say or do will make me come back to you like before. I told you; I’m done.”

“Get back inside this house right now. You will not leave. I will not allow it. It is not acceptable. You don’t even have anywhere to go. You’ll die in the streets. Get back here.”

“This is not a house. You have kept me imprisoned in it for far too long. I don’t care what happens to me in the street. I’d much rather die in the street than live in that place. I’m through with you.”

“Wait….you can’t leave me. You can’t go. I’ve never told you this, but….I need you. I can’t live without you. You are the only person in this world that I can look at…I need you…”

“Don’t give me that crap! Like hell you need me! What—what are you doing? Don’t come any close—mmuph. Hey! You are not allowed to do that to me! Just leave me alone!”

“’Together, facing the sunset, they escaped.’ Just like you always dreamed, right? Well, take my hand, we’re going.”

 

Revised poem

Up Went the Wave

Down went the ship.

The massive hulking beast,

Bested by the wave

That came up, up, up.

From the deepest belly

Of the biggest monster.

The people cried out for help,

They cried to me

To save them

To rescue them

To bring them to me,

And out of their misery.

All peoples from all places.

Race, gender, color, age.

There is no mercy.

The waves continued

Beating the ship,

Beating the people.

They went down and down and down.

Crying out to me,

Their tears tore my soul.

Tore straight through me,

Cutting me open

Just like the waves to the ship.

Nothing I could do to save them.

Save calm the waves with my footstep.

They had chosen their fate.

Thus the wave went up, down went the ship.


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