Well, I wrote and posted another bit of fiction to that Figment web site last night. This one was in reply to a Flash fiction contest. Entries were required to be 100 words or less and about “a first day in high school”. Anyway, here is a link to my entry titled Dead Trees Can Move.
Based on the previous post, it seems like you all would rather comment on my writing here than on Figment, so here is my entry in its entirety:
Dead Trees Can Move
Mr. Larson had an earring and he talked kinda funny and on the first day of school he asked me what books I liked to read. I said nothing. I had nothing. Everybody laughed, but not Mr. Larson.
I worked my butt off after that to prove to him, to them, to me, I wasn’t stupid.
I wasn’t sure if he noticed, until the last day of school. There was a book on my desk. Cory Doctorow’s Little Brother. “Read this”, said the note on the cover. I did.
Mr. Larson talked kinda funny, but he opened my eyes.