Post #7: Flash fiction- My fifth attempt

What was that you ask?

Okay, so it wasn't a dark and stormy night but...

That noise.

What was that you ask?

I wish I could tell you.

My friend and I were in the basement watching a movie one night.

The night was still young and just starting to get dark outside.

We sat close next to each other on the couch under a warm blanket.

We made some popcorn, and brought down some soda.

We sat down there and talked about life together for a couple hours.

It had finally reached midnight.

We decided that we should probably start the movie.

What movie we had picked out we had no idea.

All we knew was that it was supposed to be a horror film.

We decided to face our fears that night.

Was that a bad idea?

We hoped not.

We put the movie in the DVD player and hoped for the best.

The movie did not start playing.

I pulled it out to see if there were scratches on it.

No scratches so we couldn't imagine why it would not work.

I stuck it back in and tried again.

Pressed play and stop a million times.

No response.

This time though the television turned off.

"Weird" my friend said.

I totally agreed.

We then wondered if that meant something.

We hoped that did not mean anything bad.

I turned the TV back on and decided to just stick the movie in another thing.

The Ps2.

Used the controller and turned on the system.

The movie finally started playing its previews.

As time went on we finally reached the screen to hit play.

The movie was called "Whats under there?"

The movie started playing.

We snuggled up next to each other.

We were already scared and like two minutes into the movie haha.

We sat there watching the movie and screaming the whole time.

We really did not like horror films.

Who likes being freaked out during a movie anyways?

The film was halfway through and something odd happened.

That noise.

What was it?

Now my friend and I were reallllllly scared.

This movie is causing us problems.

Was the movie turning into real life?

Oh god, we hoped not.

What do we do?

We were terrified.

We just needed to know what was under the bed in the movie.

Could not stand it anymore.

Toooo scared.

Was the object under the couch we were on?

OMG.

That noise.

Do we go upstairs?

I heard noises up there too.

The floor was creaking.

A monster?

A robber?

A vampire?

WHAT!?

By now it was two hours later.

The house was haunted.

But who is making the noise? or what?

The movie finally ended, thank god.

But the noise was still continuing.

We pulled the blankets over our heads and shivered in fear.

Why am I scared of everything.

This is terrible.

Something just moved in the room. 

How, why, what was it!?

Okay we finally had to find out.

We had to.

We ran around screaming and something upstairs yelled something.

We did not hear what was said.

We run upstairs and scream some more.

Only to find out what the noise was.

My parents came home from being out over night.

And decided to scare us more than we already were.

You have no idea how mad we were.

Post #6: My forth attempt- Flash Fiction

The night was really cold; like one of those night that even the heaviest sweatshirt doesn't keep you from shivering. The one that you can see your breath in the night and your hands freeze if they leave the warmth of your pockets. I wished that he would just answer the stupid door, making me wait on his front porch was annoying and it was cold. The stars were shining at least, but his yellow front porch light made me feel like I was under speculation.
He was my best friend, but he was annoying. He opened the door and was holding the keys in his hands.
"Hey, are you ready?" he asked. I nodded my head. We went to his car and slid in. You have to slide into his car because the seats are so low that you pretty much are sitting on the ground. His seats are also leather, so its easy to slide. He starts the car and then plugs his phone in onto a play list. It is some sort of dubstep, his favorite kind of music but I don't really care. I am not listening to the music. If it was my choice we would just be sitting somewhere; talking and just joking around like we normally did.
But Chad was upset. I was leaving tomorrow and it was the night before I was leaving for Michigan. I wasn't going far but I knew he was upset. We had been best friends for so long, the closest friends.
He drove fast. Really fast. He always did. Speed was his drug, not the drug speed but just going fast. He loved driving his car, it was his way of relaxing, calming down, and just letting go of stress.
We drove around the winter country roads exploring the place we had these past four years in high school. We reached the top of the hill and all of a sudden he pulled over.
It shocked me.
He looked at me, and we talked for a long time just about life and everything else. We talked about college and we talked about music and the stars. Chad looked at me and I felt my heart break a little.
"It's not goodbye forever," he said knowing that I was about to cry. "You'll be back in a few weeks for Christmas break."
"I know, but its okay." I said. Moving away sucked. I did not want to go. Not at all. But I did. Chad drove me home that night and said goodbye. He hugged me tightly. The next day we packed all of our stuff into a moving truck and I shipped off to Michigan.

Post #5: My third attempt- flash fiction

Where Are We?

It was a hot day in the middle of July. The sun was shining bright in the sky, and kids were playing outside everywhere. I was not in the best of moods because playing outside in the sun with my friends is one of my favorite things to do and I had to work. Each and everyday I get up on the weekends bright and early, as early as I have to get up to go to school during the week, and get disappointed. Being a teenager, going to a job that makes little money is no fun. I wake up, sit up and think, wow its beautiful outside, call in sick or not? The thought runs through my head every Saturday and Sunday I have to work. I sit up and think why can't I just be done with college everyday so I can get up each morning and go to a job I will actually enjoy and make a decent amount of cash. But then I sit up for a few minutes and realize that is life. Life, one of the hardest things to deal with.

So it was that very morning, I finally decided to get out of bed after realizing that I only had to work for four hours, and that really wasn't that bad. So my friend picked me up at seven in the morning and we went off to work. I work at Michaels in Pittsford Plaza so it is normally not much of a drive. However, today we decided to take a different way to get there. Trying something new is always fun. So we got on the highway and drove off; we past a few exits and started noticing that we went to far but just kept going to see where we were gonna end up. I guessed at that point I was going to be late for work so I decided to call them, tell them I got lost and did not know when I was going to get there. They were not to happy about that but I am good about going to work so it is okay.

A couple exits later we decided to get off, at this point we were definitely lost and we had no idea where we were. It probably was not the best thing but we considered it an adventure. Going out driving different ways with a GPS was probably not the best idea, but it is what it is.

The exit we got off was definitely not one that would drop us in Pittsford, but oh well. The exit we got off was in some random town we had never heard of. We drove along and kept driving, the roads looked as though they were all back roads but we had no idea where they led to. We just kept chuggin' along and found a few small stores we had never heard of and a few run down houses but that was all. There were deer here and there and we hoped none of them ran in front of us because we had no idea where we were, let alone someone that could help us if we needed it. Hell, I don't even think a police could find us stuck in these weird area that nothing was.

As we were driving all of a sudden we started running into some strange things, snow started falling from the sky even though it was Spring time, there were Unicorns and weird animals all around, my friend and I looked at each other so weird and we decided this route we took led us to a whole new place, we felt like we were in a place we called Narnia, we could not believe it, this beats work any day. We kept moving along and finding the coolest things ever. But we got to a point that if we didn’t turn around there was no way we were going to be able to get back. So we turned around and it was a fun time trying to get back, another adventure that took hours but we followed our way back and got back to a place called home.

We looked at each other and said to each other that was awesome and we would do that again any day. Forget work. What an exciting day.

Post #4: Flash Fiction- My Second Attempt

The House Next Door

The house next door was always a mystery. One day my friend and I decided to go check it out. We walk by it each and everyday when we take our walk around the neighbor hood but there has never been an ounce of sound or sight come out of it. We are to scared to go in it, but want to find out the situation so one day we may face our fears and barge in. Is that a good idea? Or is that rude? Is there anyone in there? Because if there is, that is going to be very awkward, and probably a tad bit scary. So we still have no idea what to do. She is staying at my house tonight, overnight, so we'll talk it out then. I wonder if there is anything valuable in there? Lots of questions are running through our heads as we decide what we are going to do with this house. Like I said, its always been a mystery.

Well, my friend and I had a sleepover last night, and we talked it out, and still do not have the guts to search the house, as much as we want to. We got up though and took a walk in the dark, that scared us enough, that is why we decided trying to investigate the house overnight was just not going to workout.  But you wont believe this, as we walked by this time, we heard the sound of a coyote howling in the backyard. We might have an idea of that being a sign of something related to the house but we were not sure. This house grows older day after day, I wonder if one day its just gonna fall down. I hope not because before that happens we definitely need to see it.

Well, we walked by the house again today and walked a little closer to it, and viewed little details about it to see what the outside was like. It looks as though it was made about fifty years ago, the sides of the house were made out of wood, the wood was blackened as though a fire may have gone down in the house someday. I was surprised that the house was still standing if that was the case. The roof had old wooden boards over it assuming the shingles that were on it were old and broken up. The door was the color black, and it had cob webs all over it, and the window looked like it had been cracked a little somehow. We still were to chicken to go in, we wondered if the door was even unlocked because we didn't wanna have to break down the door to get in. So we walked home and ate some pizza and began to discuss the situation. All we were told when we asked who lived at the house, that an old lady used to live there years ago but nobody knew if anyone had moved in there since.

But the night time came around again and we were together once again and we took another walk outside during the night because if my mom found out, she wouldn't be happy, she didn't want us anywhere near that house, so we have to sneak out. We walked about a minute down the road and approached the house again. We finally decided to face our fears and discover the situation that no one else will find our for us. We walked up to the house, locked arms because we were terrified and went up to the door. It was very dark in the house. I grabbed the door nob and started to turn it as slow as I could, the door was unlocked and we opened it very slowly and stepped in. We left the door open because if something happened or we got to scared, we wanted to just be able to run out. We started to look around but since it was dark we could not see anything.

We then realized the only way we were going to be able to get around the house was with a flashlight. We brought a bag over but we weren't sure if the flashlight got put in the bag or was left on the charger at home, sure enough my friend felt her bag around the bag and it was there. We said the words thank god and turned it on and could not believe what we saw. The house had many rooms and it was very large. All the appliances looked like they were made many many years ago and had been used to death for ever. Everywhere we stepped we were walking around on dirt and dusts and cob webs and spiders were all over. Good thing we do not have a fear of nasty things. But we both wanted to just keep searching. We walked down the hallway downstairs and nothing impressed us but a run down house. We both turned back and something white walked from room to room. Oh my god our hearts started to race, we asked each other if either of us saw what just went by and we both did. We ran down the hallway to the room the creature entered. We flashed the flashlight in there and did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Does this house have ghosts living it, we looked at each other and questioned. Maybe, my friend said. Well that was scary but we wanted to keep searching. We realized that there were a set of stairs next to the door when we walked in and we figured we would go check those out, so we did. We started walking up them and the floor boards creaked and we just hoped they were not going to break on us. We got to the top and there was just one small bedroom with a closet in it up there. We walked into the room, there was a disgusting bed with no sheets or anything on it with a mouse running around on top if it, so gross. The closet door was closed, we opened it, and we screamed so loud.

You would not believe what we saw.

THE LADY LYING DEAD IN THE CLOSET.

How did she get there you ask?

We wish we knew.

That was an investigation for another day. 

Post #3: Flash Fiction Ideas

-Story read in a flash
-Character, conflict, beginning, middle, end
-Learn to write well using as few words as possible
-Every word in your story drives you to your conclusion
-let your imagination splurge
-generate many ideas
-be simple
-don't polish at first
-fix words and ideas at the end that don't totally work in your story
-No significant planning
-Come up with a bunch of cool words and phrases, and as you write, add some in
-visualize
-create a short topic, and explode a moment into a story
-find words that evoke an image
-pick any topic
-summarize a situation, pick an unusual setting, an experience it
-pick a character
-put the character in the story
-pick a good first line, and run with it
-don't think about writers block
-tap into personal experience
-think of something you know alot about
-think of something as if it was the first time happening to you
-Don't let your inner critic get you
-write in time intervals as much as you can get down
-face your dark side

Post #2: Flash Fiction-My First Attempt

The Questionable Old Man

Q: Why is your house so messy?

A: I live here by myself, and I am an older man, and its difficult to keep up on the house, the maid comes tomorrow, don’t worry.

Q: What do you do all day?

A: My wife died about a year ago, so all day I sit in this old chair and watch golf, golf is my favorite thing to watch on television.

Q: If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your wife?

A: Well she was ten years older then me, and she worked her butt off for the both of us, and after a while, she just got brittle, and things didn’t work as well as they used to, and as she got a little older, it really got to her.

Q: You miss her?

A: What kind of question is that.

Q: And that car out there, whose is that?

A: Oh, a car? Where?

Q: There is a car out there, whose car is it?

A: I don’t want to get up but I am not sure.

Q: Well I don’t know, I would worry about that, you think?

A: No, its probably just the neighbors car or something.

Q: So, what do you plan on doing for the rest of your life?

A: Don’t ask me that, its none of your business, but I definitely have a plan.

Q: Hmm, interesting, sounds exciting, is it?

A: Well, yes.

Q: You okay?

A: Yes, why?

Q: Your looking a little sad I think?

A: Sad about what? I am thinking...

Q: What are you thinking about?

A: Well, my plan for the rest of my life.

Q: How is everything going to play out?

A: Everyone will see once it happens.

Q: Sounds mysterious, how come you don’t want to share?

A: Don’t know how you will react.

Q: So what are you going to do today?

A: Absolutely nothing.

Q: How are you going to survive without help around here?

A: I have it under control.

Q: But how? There is no one else here, and I don’t see you doing anything in the near future.

A: Well you would never understand so I don’t want to get into it.

Q: I am listening, what is going to happen?

A: I am moving to Florida tomorrow, last day in this terribly messy house.

Q: Your one questionable old man, you understand?

A: What do u mean?

Q: Well, you live here alone, and tomorrow your moving to Florida?

A: Well yes, I cant live in this house anymore without my wife, I am going to have to move on someday...

Q: Life going to be better down there, is it?

A: Yes a lot better.

Q: Well I hope your making the best plan of action, do you think you are?

A: Oh yes definitely, I cant wait, hopefully I will have more help down there.

Q: But how come you cant share with me all about this house in Florida?

A: Oh, there is nothing to be told don’t worry, I am going to have the time of my life, live down the death of my wife, and move on, everything will be okay.

Q: So how do you like living down here?

A: Absolutely wonderful.

Q: Why is that?

A: Oh for many reasons.

Q: Why do you have so many bedrooms in this house? You are just one single man.

A: Oh just because, people need room to sleep.

Q: What do you mean people? Who?

A: Oh you know nothing about me.

Q: Wait what?

A: Little did you know..

Q: KNOW WHAT?

A: I have a lot of help without my wife.

Q: HUH?

A: Those bedrooms are filled.

Q: With what?

A: My help

Q: Who is your help?

A: My 10 other wives.

Post #1 - The Welcome Entry

Hello everyone,

I am writing this post to introduce you to my blog. This is where I will post pieces of writing that I would like to share and that are assigned to me. You may also leave comments of my pieces of writing to let me know what you think.

My name is Krissy Infantino, I am fun, outgoing, and kind person. In school, my favorite subject is math, and lunch, haha. Outside of school, I love to hang out with my friends, sit outside and enjoy the sunshine when the weather is warm, and work outside on my lawn to clean it all up. I have a twin sister Jenna, and people mix us up all the time but we look nothing alike. My favorite sports are softball and basketball to play outside but I love watching sports on television. My favorite sports teams are the New York Yankees and the New York Giants. I am starting out at MCC next year for two years to study accounting.

As a writer, I have many strengths and weaknesses. I feel like over the years I have definitely improved but there is still more I could do to make my writing better. When I took college composition in my first semester, I learned alot. I now feel like I am better at writing different types of papers, learned how to write dialogue well, and many other things. I now feel more confident about writing longer papers. My weaknesses as a writer are being able to figure out how to start, and making sentences sound as detail and the best they can. In this class I want to learn how to just write my own things. I have a few authors I like but no one specific. I love to read memoirs but I feel like trying to write one without a crazy experience or childhood it would be difficult. What I like about writing is you can let all your emotions out on paper, and that helps alot sometimes. I am taking creative writing because I like a chance to be able to be open about the kind of writing I wanna do.

Hope everyone enjoys the things I write (: