Flash Fiction!
So I am registered in this writing workshop class at my school, and the other day we read flash fiction. The real world equivalent of our drabbles. So I took upon a challenge to write an original drabble and to see if it actually is a story, or just a really vague preview of a novel.
If anyone reads this and comments, I would be a happy person.
The title doesn't really fit...I need a suggestion please?
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Nausea
Elisa had been in the tents now for about two weeks, she didn't know what the fuss was all about. The children were sickly and malnourished, but with time and medicine they will heal. However, people had clamored so much about the unimaginable horrors done to these victims of the conflict. Perhaps, it was just her, but everyone else seemed to have a lingering shadow in their eyes, a hardness to their posture, as if the world has dumped its burdens on these nurses and doctors.
It was blazing hot today, though what else would be expected from Northern Africa? To Elisa, it seemed much hotter than the other days she experienced.
" New arrivals coming!" A nurse, whose name Elisa couldn't remember, yelled.
All of a sudden, there was a rush of action towards the entrance of the hospital tent. Elisa ran with them, unsure of what to do. In the distance, she could see the medical ambulance, a beat up old van, the best a volunteer effort could afford.
The group waited anxiously as the van drove closer. It screeched to a stop in front of the tent, and immediately, everyone rushed to it. A man jumped and said to the group, " Hurry! It's pretty bad this time, about ten or so. They were found by the village near the river about five miles from here. All the parents are gone."
The van opened and what greeted her eyes sickened her. There were ten children or so, but only two of them were conscious. They were both crying. The others lay unconscious, barely breathing. All of the children were thin, too thin, some had bones bending at grotesque angles. There was blood everywhere...
Elisa felt nauseous, she ran to the back of the tent and proceeded to empty her stomach. Tears ran down her face, in shock, in anger and in disbelief. Could she handle this for another year or so? Could she stand the sight of these victims? They were the reason for the lingering shadow.
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Annie, a woman who had been with the cause for years.
" Are you all right?"
Elisa couldn't answer, but she nodded anyway.
" C'mon. The first time is always the hardest, but you'll be able to handle it. Let's go help the children. Afterwards, we can talk."
Elisa tried to smile, but couldn't. She set her jaw instead, and straightened up.
She was here for a reason, and that was to help the children.
If anyone reads this and comments, I would be a happy person.
The title doesn't really fit...I need a suggestion please?
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Nausea
Elisa had been in the tents now for about two weeks, she didn't know what the fuss was all about. The children were sickly and malnourished, but with time and medicine they will heal. However, people had clamored so much about the unimaginable horrors done to these victims of the conflict. Perhaps, it was just her, but everyone else seemed to have a lingering shadow in their eyes, a hardness to their posture, as if the world has dumped its burdens on these nurses and doctors.
It was blazing hot today, though what else would be expected from Northern Africa? To Elisa, it seemed much hotter than the other days she experienced.
" New arrivals coming!" A nurse, whose name Elisa couldn't remember, yelled.
All of a sudden, there was a rush of action towards the entrance of the hospital tent. Elisa ran with them, unsure of what to do. In the distance, she could see the medical ambulance, a beat up old van, the best a volunteer effort could afford.
The group waited anxiously as the van drove closer. It screeched to a stop in front of the tent, and immediately, everyone rushed to it. A man jumped and said to the group, " Hurry! It's pretty bad this time, about ten or so. They were found by the village near the river about five miles from here. All the parents are gone."
The van opened and what greeted her eyes sickened her. There were ten children or so, but only two of them were conscious. They were both crying. The others lay unconscious, barely breathing. All of the children were thin, too thin, some had bones bending at grotesque angles. There was blood everywhere...
Elisa felt nauseous, she ran to the back of the tent and proceeded to empty her stomach. Tears ran down her face, in shock, in anger and in disbelief. Could she handle this for another year or so? Could she stand the sight of these victims? They were the reason for the lingering shadow.
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Annie, a woman who had been with the cause for years.
" Are you all right?"
Elisa couldn't answer, but she nodded anyway.
" C'mon. The first time is always the hardest, but you'll be able to handle it. Let's go help the children. Afterwards, we can talk."
Elisa tried to smile, but couldn't. She set her jaw instead, and straightened up.
She was here for a reason, and that was to help the children.