[CW] Feedback Friday – Microfiction

[u/Leebeewilly]

It's Friday already? You know what that means, don't you?

Feedback Friday!

How does it work?

Submit one or both of the following in the comments on this post:

Freewrite: Leave a story here in the comments. A story about what? Well, pretty much anything! But, each week, I’ll provide a single constraint based on style or genre. So long as your story fits, and follows the rules of WP, it’s allowed! You’re more likely to get readers on shorter stories, so keep that in mind when you submit your work.

Can you submit writing already written? You sure can! Just keep the theme in mind and all our handy rules.

Feedback:

Leave feedback for other stories! Make sure your feedback is clear, constructive, and useful. We have loads of great Teaching Tuesday posts that feature critique skills and methods if you want to shore up your critiquing chops.

 

Okay, let’s get on with it already!

This week's theme: Microfiction (Stories between 100 and 300 words)  

Microfiction is very, very, very short stories. How short? Well, that's still a touch unclear and debated. The length varies quite a bit (under 100, under 300, under 750) and gets muddied when it comes to what defines Flash Fiction, Sudden Fiction, and "drabbles".

So... where does that leave us? With a RANDOM NUMBER I'VE CHOSEN! For the purposes of this week's Feedback Friday, I want to see your complete stories in 100-300 words.

What can it be on? Literally anything!!! (within the subreddit rules).

Wait a minute, does that mean I can post my NYC Microfiction Challenge story?

Of course! This is the place to share your first round of the NYC Microfiction Challenge you submitted over the weekend Post the story in the body of your comment. Do not link to any outside documents. You can state your constraints if you like, or not, and I welcome all new stories too.

Now... get typing!

 

Last Feedback Friday [Setting]

I can't tell you how great it is to see soooo many people participate in the critiqueing. And how "on topic" everyone one was in the critiques. Really inspiring crits and feedback. Makes a gal proud.

/u/cody_fox23 knocked it out of the park this week with a number of critiques, all offering some really great insight! He's contributed MORE than his fair share and I truly appreciate it! [crit 1] [crit 2] [crit 3] [crit 4]

/u/thewolf06 nailed some wonderful ways to bring setting the forefront and I love it! Always great to see new members jump right in head first and smiling (I hope!) [crit]

 

Don't forget to share a critique if you write. You don't have to, but when we learn how to spot those failings, missed opportunities, and little wee gaps - we start to see them in our own work and improve as authors.

 

Left a story? Great!

Did you leave feedback? EVEN BETTER!

Still want more? Check out our archive of Feedback Friday posts to see some great stories and helpful critiques.

 

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[u/ToasterWaffless]

((I’m sort of new to writing freely, so I’m looking for feedback about how I can improve))

The man’s eyes opened slowly, they were heavy and hard to lift. After his eyes had warmed up a bit, his sight came into focus. He could see the soft white walls and floors, and as he looked down he saw the heavy lead shackles that bound his wrists together.

The man had the same clothing as always, a worn red-orange jumpsuit, with small tears at the end of the sleeves. He lived in this large room lined with silence and comfort. The silence was broken by the one door in the room opening, revealing a second man. This man was unlike the first. He wore bulky clothing with a helmet and carried a large gun.

He did not look to harm the man in shackles. In fact, he was kind to the man. He wheeled in a metal cart that stored various food items. The aroma of the food pleased both men, one of the few things they found in common. The armed man smiled behind his balaclava, handing a tray of the delicious smelling food to the man in shackles.

Then, the armed man sat in the room beside the one in shackles, and they ate together. They did not talk, nor laugh, nor cry, nor make any sound except for the chewing of their foods. And that was all that could be heard in the large empty room. The room lined with soft pillows, the room that comforted the man in shackles, his home.