Ah, the Mini-Saga. The special one in literature. Writing a mini-saga feels like getting ripped abs without working out. It’s a story of fifty words- no more, no less – which has a beginning, a middle, and an end, just like any other whole story. It can be anything you want it to be, but it must give a complete thought, or tell a whole story.
I love writing mini-sagas. It has become some sort of addiction, even, as it gives me the satisfaction of writing a full story in the shortest way possible, without the effort that writing a longer story sometimes requires. But hey now, it’s not a walk in the park. You may not be working out real hard, but those ripped abs need to be gotten some other way. The mini-saga takes a lot of mental effort, and an ability to creatively connect a series of patterns in your head, to make a decision about how a story ends, all in fifty words.
Here’s one I wrote. I’ll be doing this very often, and sharing with you. I have a lot of stories to tell, so I bless heaven for this shortcut called the Mini-Saga.
The Faith in Her Instinct
“Nobody goes into the emergency ward and leaves the same!” Uzor warned. I was confused; certainly I couldn’t bear to see so much human pain, but I needed to be sure. When I got to the hallway, something told me to leave immediately, that my father was fine. He was.