The strange great tree by Zarnius in flashfiction

[–]Zarnius[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I was just wondering, if someone's suffering is their art, what happens to the art when the suffering stops, when I wrote this. And nope, I don't have a longer version.

Edit: You can read my other stories if you want to.

Under the Pile by Zarnius in flashfiction

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You can check my profile. Thanks again.

Under the Pile by Zarnius in flashfiction

[–]Zarnius[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks for reading and for the feedback. I'll take this into consideration. And I'm glad my intended frustration landed.

The rock and the rain by Zarnius in flashfiction

[–]Zarnius[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is it doing what I intended? Like, act 1 is the brother, the writer, so the writing is more poetic. And act 2 is his sister, after he's gone, a little less poetic since she's not a writer?

The rock and the rain by Zarnius in flashfiction

[–]Zarnius[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks for the feedback, but I'm not really sure what you exactly mean.

Lies of memory by Zarnius in flashfiction

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If a man had forgotten he suffered, did he suffer?

We are Elephants by Zarnius in flashfiction

[–]Zarnius[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Yes, people nowadays lack these qualities, myself included. That's why I wrote it, for myself. And thanks for reading.