To him it was always about the next dream. One night we got to hang out and all my friends were jealous but we talked a lot about dreams mostly about his but before we were going to kiss goodnight, I remembered a dream. I think it was him. Then I understood next when he said, “See ya, next dream later.”

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates (http://flashfictionok.tumblr.com/) and the archive (http://genevieveokupniak.com/flashfiction/).

Sorry about the bed being out of order. That guy, the one with the fur and paws, he refused to move much. He stared at me, his look calling me an idiot for making something look nice just to mess it up again later.

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates (http://flashfictionok.tumblr.com/) and the archive (http://genevieveokupniak.com/flashfiction/).

Next time you think about going on a visit to your aunts house please dont forget to bring that damn cat. She thinks she can just leave it at this house but she is terribly wrong. Mom gave her this stupid fur ball when they first moved to the suburbs. I have no part in this and strongly suggest that this thing just go away. Thank you.

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates (http://flashfictionok.tumblr.com/) and the archive (http://genevieveokupniak.com/flashfiction/).

“It smells like a real book.”
There aren’t such things as real books any more. There are just e-books. You know. those. Uh. Internet books. Oh wait you don’t have a computer. You sent me this paper typewritten. Well I believe this is why we exchan excuse me, I meant to say, I believe this is why we exchange our business. Typewriters. We both love the type. We are both writers.

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates (http://flashfictionok.tumblr.com/) and the archive (http://genevieveokupniak.com/flashfiction/).

karma sense
This is just a small dose of the religion they all followed. I was born on the Titanic. He was born on the beaches of Normandy, the day our pop died. Where’s the good out of the hard past lives. It makes no karma sense. We are supposed to have some good coming our way. I guess it just takes a little while for them to catch up on all of the paper work. Who knows. I could be on my second/third/fourth life.

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates (http://flashfictionok.tumblr.com/) and the archive (http://genevieveokupniak.com/flashfiction/).