55Friday: The “Hail to the Thief” Edition

Radiohead.hailtothetheif.jpg Once upon a time, every Friday at the Mutiny, we would have quite an orgy of a writing party, as we composed scintillating stories which had a maximum of 55 words.

Flash Fiction Friday (or the Friday55) has been on hiatus for a few months, but it seems like the time is right to commence creating again. 🙂 It’s a new year, it is time to discover new writers.

When we did this in the past, we’d have anywhere from a dozen to almost a hundred story submissions left in our comments section. How is such a thing possible? Well, as I mentioned above, at a wee 55 words, these were rather abridged stories.

I know I’m not the only one who is looking forward to reading the brilliant gems you mutineers tend to come up with. If it’s all still a bit unclear, I’ve got an example of nanoficiton for you to consider; I used to post tiny stories regularly on my personal blog, HERstory. Here is one of those short-short stories, to give you a sense of what they are like, and how zimble they can be, if you are not yet acquainted…

She nervously adjusted her sari, hoping no one noticed. So far, the night had gone flawlessly; she had made a good impression on everyone, she could just tell.

The older woman at the table noted how silk was tugged upwards. Taking a delicate sip of tea, she thought, “She’s not good enough for our family.”

And now, for some background on the genre:

Flash fiction, also called sudden fiction, micro fiction, postcard fiction or short-short fiction, is a class of short story of limited word length. Definitions differ but is generally accepted that flash fiction stories are at most 200 to 1000 words in length. Ernest Hemingway wrote a six-word flash: “For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.” Traditional short stories are 2,000 to 10,000 words in length.[wiki]
One type of flash fiction is the short story with an exact word count. An example is 55 Fiction or Nanofiction. These are complete stories, with at least one character and a discernible plot, exactly 55 words long.[wiki]

I used to help organize a writing workshop in DC for would-be Lahiris and the one thing which was consistent was an inability to get started. If you looked around at the beginning of any warm-up or writing exercise, you’d observe a morose sort of gaze focused on one’s notebook, writing instruments quivering, and nothing marring those smooth sheets of paper or glare-ridden laptop screens.

To get around this for our Flash Fiction fiestas, I used to choose a song for our “theme”. It was always drawn from my music collection and usually, it was the sort of song one would have seen featured on the now-defunct, but ever-legendary 120 Minutes. This week, I’m going to veer from that formula in two ways. Our theme is the name of an album and a recent one, at that. In light of current events and primary colors, let’s ring around the rosy “Hail to the Thief (The Gloaming)”. More about that, after the jump.

The title of the album is considered by some to be a reference to an anti-Bush chant (itself a play on “Hail to the Chief”, a march played to announce the arrival of the President of the United States) that was used by activists during the controversy surrounding the 2000 U.S. presidential election. However, the band has emphasised the wider political context of the slogan, citing its use during the 1888 election. In the June 2003 issue of Spin Magazine, Thom Yorke was quoted as saying “If the motivation for naming our album had been based solely on the [current] U.S. election, I’d find that to be pretty shallow.” The album’s subtitle was also explained by Yorke: “[The Gloaming] is the imminent sense of moving into the Dark Ages again. The rise of all this right-wing bigotry, stupidity, fear and ignorance.” [wiki]

This Friday, write about anything political, whether it’s election-related or not. Or, defy convention and write about whatever your dil desires. Just post your 55-word story below, in the comments section, so we can all swoon over it, please?

Previous editions of the Friday55, here. Future editions of the Friday55 tbd, depending on whether our new class of commenters contains as many Vikram or Arundhati-wannabes as classes past… 😉

63 thoughts on “55Friday: The “Hail to the Thief” Edition

  1. The Search I hoped to find it the company of mum or dad, I did not! Not even in friends or sports, books or love, music, movies, drugs, alcohol, sex, work, religion or marriage. I now know that eternal peace is within and in knowing thyself – I am rediscovering myself all over again and the search continues…

  2. 52 · portmanteau said

    personally, i prefer a couple that 69s together. suh-woon. 🙂

    CHEEE! Do you know how many Aunties and Uncles read us??


  3. (as usual I’m late to the party!)

    It was a long ride. Father expounded the virtues of the Republican party the whole time – values, tradition, strength. Mother replied affirmatively, but with disinterested and distracted eyes.

    Father ensured we voted for his candidate. But, later, I heard mother tell someone that she voted for the woman – the one who once shared her pain.

  4. Their eyes locked. She smiled. He continued to look at her. Her smile became hesitant. After all, she is new to all this. He turned his head and leaned towards the other woman.

    “He is lucky. Looks just like his mother,” she said. “May I hold him?”

    The other woman smiled and held him out.

  5. Her heart beat rose perceptibly.

    She opened the window. She quickly closed it again.

    “This is deliciously wicked fun!” she mused suppressing a giggle.


    Her typing was once described as the rain drops hitting the window pane.

    She smiled at the thought while typing a Friday55 at Sepia Mutiny instead of writing her report.

    [True story]

  6. 56 · A N N A said

    55 · thekingsingh said
    (as usual I’m late to the party!)
    Yay!!! Better late than no King of 55s. 🙂

    Imagine the coincidence: thekingsingh is comment #55 on Friday55, being called the King of 55s, and happens to be wearing his Elvis suit today. The universe conspires!

  7. For months he’d been called Piyush and each time he told himself that his time would come; this was it. For twelve rounds he punished his opponent, and each time he landed a blow, he asked his bleeding opponent, “what’s my name?” As he raised his glistening arms in victory the crowd chanted, “Bobby, Bobby”.

  8. He was a boy, she was a girl. They were brown, No parents, only the complexion of love arranged this marriage.