it is starting to bloom outside!!! smell like earth and worms!! the grass is tall and awake!!! flowers are here and scattered everywhere!!! it’s raining and humid and fresh!!! i know i say this every other day!!! i love!!! spring!!!
i know we’ve all been warned that art is the biggest snitch but no one tells you that reading your own writing will make you realize things about yourself that you wouldn’t confess to while being waterboarded
This celebration is long, long, long overdue. What am I celebrating, exactly? I’ve gotten a bunch of follower milestones over the past couple of years, and my writeblr passed the 4-year mark just about a month ago! I think it’s as good a time as any to celebrate! ^^
As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve got two celebration events lined up. This post is for the first event. I hope you have fun celebrating with me!
🔵 BUILD-A-CHARACTER 🔵
Let’s make a shiny new character!
Send me asks with physical traits for a character, and I’ll put them all together and draw a portrait of our new character! I think it’s best if we kept to one physical trait per person.
Go crazy, have fun with the traits, and I’ll do my best to put them all together into a character portrait! (If I get too many traits, or conflicting traits, I may end up making a second portrait, too.)
Drop by my ask box or click here to send me a physical trait!
I’ll be tagging everyone who sends in a trait in the final portrait ^^ Deadline to send in physical traits: April 30, 2022.
Dr. Zhaohui Shen tucked the handkerchief into a pocket, setting the
glasses on her nose to lean forward over the block of ice with a pensive
expression. She paid me no mind, muttering quietly to herself.
In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.
Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.
What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.
The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.
So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.
As most weekdays are! And since it’s Friday, it also means that it is time for Flash Fiction!
✨ New to FFF? Let us fill you in!
Flash Fiction Friday is a fun writer event that’s meant to inspire, share and connect writings of all genres and writers of all ages. It’s designed to make people want to write, especially if they’re feeling blocked. Everyone and everything is welcome!
We always do our very best to keep the prompt’s genre open, entertaining, positive and encouraging.
Write between 100-1000 words. It can be any genre, in any text format and 18+ is fine by us, just please tag accordingly.
Use this Friday’s theme in your text. Any way you see fit.
Post on your tumblr blog and remember to tag us at @flashfictionfridayofficial!! So we’ll see it, read it and reblog it!!
Deadline is 24 hours after the prompt has been issued (12 pm CET).
And then, next Friday, we’ll mention your work in a showcase post on our main blog before our next prompt drops.
Please post your entries as regular posts, not screenshots — or provide the text as a regular post as well. Let’s keep everything as accessible as possible!
If you have a question, check out our FAQ page! If your question isn’t on there, don’t hesitate to ask! <3
You don’t need to ask for permission or need to get added to a list to join in. Just write, have fun and don’t forget to tag us!
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Go check them out and consider supporting your fellow FFF writers with some likes and reblogs!
✨ And now, the new prompt!
[#FFF146 At What Cost]
What a wonderful prompt and it has been brought to you by the one and only @pale-horse-writing! Thank you very much!
It’s time to think about the price. The money, power, time, heart you give to reach your goal. Was it worth it? Was it completely in vain? What is the cost and what did you get for it? Don’t sell your soul to write this, but go, go, go, go, go!
