A short essay on opening lines in flash fiction. Flash Fiction Chronicles.
Author Archives: Suzanne Conboy-Hill
A little bit of sci fi first published in Powfast Fiction in 2010 and re-posted here in the interests of promoting (see what I did there?) recycling: http://conboyhillfiction.wordpress.com/2012/08/19/promotion/. Very short.
I am just getting round to the idea that rhythm in prose is a thing and that poetry might hold some clues as to how best to apply it. The trouble is, iambic means nothing to me no matter how many times I look it up; trochaic – same thing, and don’t get me started on anapestic which I still think of as a kind of wallpaper. Whoever invented these monikers surely wanted to keep the whole business in-house like a kind of holy catechism that novitiates have to prove they have learned before being allowed to voice any opinion. But this doesn’t help if you need a kind of shorthand, a word that covers the bases and that you can use at least in your own head to bring to mind and flag up a rhythm so you can use knowledge and strategy in your writing instead of just instinct.
Well, I like music and although I can barely tell a three-four-time from a – ok, I’ve no idea what the others are called – I can play them in my head. So I found some tracks that seem to exemplify the impenetrable poetic terms that slide straight out of my brain the minute I’ve stopped reading the definition. Here we go, the sections of verse are from Rhythm and Meter in English Poetry:
Iambic: That time of year thou mayst in me behold. That’s the chorus of the Quartermaster’s Stores. Go on, try it, ‘My eyes are dim I cannot see ...’
Trochaic: Tell me not in mournful numbers. My Darlin’ Clementine, yes?
Spondaic (I kid you not): Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! Try ‘Original’ by Leftfield. It looks like it might leave ‘O Sea’ dangling a bit but let’s not get picky, we’re on a roll.
Anapestic: And the sound of a voice that is still. The Mexican Hat Dance, for sure.
Dactylic: This is the forest primeval, the murmuring pines and the hemlock (the last foot is a trochee, but then you knew that). I’m hearing Oompah band for this so I dug out an album of Tyrolean music (bought after a skiing holiday, as you do) and found a track. Right or wrong – and it’s a close thing – you’re not going to forget your dactylics once you’ve seen Your Man in the lederhosen dancing to Auerhahn-Plattler.
So, that’s my list, what’s yours?
Mrs Wilberforce, fending off the attentions of her visitor and bending forwards in an attempt to field the low grasps of his hands, while also pulling at the leg of her outfit, was reversing into the street, presenting a set of cheeks such as might be seen in an exotic zoo. 7269 words in the fine spirit of farce. ‘Emily Buckingham and the Major’s Madam‘, a paid download from Ether Books, September 2014.
“The ambient light is the colour of swamp fog; I am suspended from the ceiling in a net like a balloon at a solstice party; and there is a worm in my mouth. This has to be the mother of all hangovers.”
‘Something odd was happening. The air had been tingling for days; fizzing when he wafted his hand across his face.’ On Readwave now.
Day 8 – Song and Dance
Dark brown voices, buttons and bows. We’re in Jackson, me and Jude, for the show. I have a two-day beard and my feet hurt like hell. I sling them up on the table and lean back.
Oh but this was fun! Once I’d set myself the challenge of using song titles, music, band, or show titles to tell the story I was off checking lyrics. Would anyone remember the Kinks? Probably. The Hollies though – risky. There are 25 in there at least, some of which my subconscious contributed without telling me! I should make a list, see if it gets added to! Here’s the link
This is my list, there may be more! Dark brown voices buttons and bows cheat-sheet
Day 7 – Family
Daniel’s Level. ‘The army? Him?’ Jacqui is stunned. Sophie though, is intrigued. Steve doesn’t look army, he looks – gamey.
A little bit sci fi but with some fancy reality underpinning it – the US army really has been recruiting via online video games (MMOGs). Virtual reality is being used in all sorts of ways – including treating soldiers for PTSD, and training doctors and paramedics in both basic and emergency medicine. Here’s the link
 Massive Multiplayer Online Games. I put my typo in the story down to preemptive channelling of the final theme, Song and Dance!
 Imperial College London. Dave Taylor – a research colleague – is head of Virtual Worlds and Medical Media and if that isn’t a job title to die for, I don’t know what is! http://www3.imperial.ac.uk/newsandeventspggrp/imperialcollege/alumni/newssummary/news_22-4-2008-14-24-37
Day 6 – Tragedy
When you can’t go on. Awards ceremony. Posh frock; pale peach …