Here’s my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Etol Bagam, author of Creative Business, for the photo!
Word Count: 146
Elliot had always liked making things. He made telescopes from toilet rolls, spaceships from cardboard boxes, and magical lands from sandboxes. Today, as he was walking in the woods he’d made from sticks, he felt very lonely so he decided to make himself some friends.
This time he didn’t use any cardboard or sand. He made them from his mind, spinning thoughts into brightly-colored, smiling friends. They were monsters, each of the four a different shape.
He liked that about them. People were boring. They mostly all had the same number of eyes and fingers and arms and legs. It was boring.
Elliot’s friends wouldn’t be like that. They’d be better.
His parents would probably be scared of them, but his parents were always scared of the things he made. Besides, they were lost in the woods right now and wouldn’t bother him for a while.