Inside Gigi's World

The Spring 2022 semester has officially started and I had my first in person class in none-of-your-business years.

I wore my new shoes and no one asked me if they made me run any faster.

I had my new backpack packed with new pens and notebooks, school books and snacks.

I got my parking pass and I only got slightly lost trying to navigate my way around campus.

I ate a quiet lunch in the cafeteria after getting a new package of pens, essential for any English major.

I’m only on campus one day a week which is nice. The rest is online.

I haven’t totally tanked Math yet but it’s still early and I have only wanted to have about 5 breakdowns.

In my creative writing class we learned about a style of writing I had not heard of before called flash fiction.

What I learned about flash fiction is that it is basically a very short story. The difference typically between a flash fiction is flash fiction is just a more condensed short story.

Below, you will find my flash fiction piece. Although I will not post all of my work on here, I do want to share some of my work.

I would love you hear what you think!

Thanks for stopping by!

The Dahlia Seed

By: Angela Gula

The dahlia seed was placed into the cool earth sometime ago. She was not sure how long she had been here for, but she wondered if this was death. Everyday the cool earth would become damp all around her, soaking her to the core. The foolish human that placed her here thought watering her would help keep her warm, but the human was wrong. She was cold and wet, and her world was always dark. She felt herself become rooted, unable to move from where she was. The earth held onto her, keeping her a prisoner in this dark afterlife. She felt her body swell and shake, the agony was unlike anything she could have imagined. Something was holding her in the place she was forced upon, she could not move; as something shuddered her and tore at her wet delicate flesh, tearing her apart from the inside, slowly ebbing away everything she ever knew, or she had ever felt. The dahlia seed slowly felt the earth warming as she fought against the end of her life. She had an uncontrollable urge to live although she thought she was slowly walking into her afterlife. Her body was being pulled towards the warmth as something underneath her held her still. She wondered how long this could go on for…why must death take so long? As she felt the earth finally start to break away from her, as she no longer felt her torn flesh, she felt herself rise. Was this Heaven?
She broke the earth right where she was rooted and everything that surrounded her felt bright and warm. She could breathe.

She was not dying as she once thought. Instead, she was alive. She felt her new limbs stretch out before her as she tried to touch the sun. Her body looked different then it once had. Could she have done this all along? She felt herself open; a brilliant bloom made so bright a human could not look directly at her without squinting their eyes. She was a stunning shade of vibrant pink and the warmest yellow ever seen. She was a sight to behold. As she stood strong, in the earth she once feared would become her demise, she felt strong. The wind swept through her and swayed her, the sun kept her warm and the cool water she once loathed kept her thirst quenched. She now understood this was what living meant. You’ll never love the sun if you never break through the dark.