Absurd and Strange Flash Fiction Workshop, November 1st

Back by popular demand, Meg’s “Absurd and Strange” online flash fiction workshop will begin again November 1st and runs through November 30th.

Need a writing boost? Consider enrolling in Meg’s  “Absurd and Strange” Workshop” from November 1st- November 30th. Original prompts will be provided by Meg P! The flash fiction course will be held in 2 closed Facebook groups. Details: $80 for 4 weeks. I’ll be posting 2 prompts per week, 8 total for the month. We will read and comment on each others stories. Comments in my workshops always remain encouraging and insightful. The Word count limit for stories written in this workshop is 600 words max.

For more information, please feel free to e-mail me with subject line “Absurd and Strange Flash Workshop”.

Loaded Holidays

We all know that holidays bring unexpected moments. In my family, usually the toilet broke, or the dog would somehow devour the best part of our celebratory supper.

Write a story about a holiday brimming with unexpected moments.  Or better yet, write a story about a holiday with at least 3 unexpected moments.

These prompts are free. In return, I hope that writers and teachers who use these prompts in (and out of) the classroom will purchase one of my flash fiction or poetry collections. That will make me very happy! Links to my books are on the main menu here on my website. For all other inquiries, including mentoring and workshop schedule, you can contact me at meg(at)greatjonesstreet(dot)press

Weird Facts That You Remember

Write a story that incorporates random facts that you remember.

This William Stafford poem sets a nice example:

Things I Learned Last Week

by William Stafford

Ants, when they meet each other,
usually pass on the right.

Sometimes you can open a sticky
door with your elbow.

A man in Boston has dedicated himself
to telling about injustice.
For three thousand dollars he will
come to your town and tell you about it.

Schopenhauer was a pessimist but
he played the flute.

Yeats, Pound, and Eliot saw art as
growing from other art. They studied that.

If I ever die, I’d like it to be
in the evening. That way, I’ll have
all the dark to go with me, and no one
will see how I begin to hobble along.

In the Pentagon one person’s job is to
take pins out of towns, hills, and fields,
and then save the pins for later.