Microfiction: The Two Tales of the Skunk

Story 1 || 2 sentences:

The skunk whom was most formidable, yet never satisfied. The skunk, now bestowed with a horrendous stench, walks alone.

Story 2 || 280 characters:

The skunk was first given black and white fur to hide him from his enemies. Given his fur but still not satisfied, he asked for more. Given his new sharper teeth and longer claws but still not satisfied, he asked for more. More he got in the form of a horrible stench that he now must bear. Now he walks alone, disliked for his suffocating odor.

Skunk in a Field - Courtesy of ScienceNews


Author's Note: I chose to write two microfictions of why the skunk walks alone. For the first story of a length of 2 sentences, I chose to write about how the skunk felt, and how he now walks alone due to his new smell. I thought these two sentences captured the very essence of the original story without any of the finer details. My story captures the feelings of greed and remorse felt by the skunk that are present in the original story. For the second story of 280 characters, I really had to make each character count. This story captures a significantly larger amount of detail than my first story of two sentences. However, this story still leaves out some of the finer details found in the original. I feel that this second story is my favorite of the two, since it captures more detail from the original story while still being a relatively short piece of writing. I tried to capture more of the details of the skunk's persistence for satisfaction while still being succinct. I also managed to squeeze in details of why he now walks alone, disliked by other creatures.

Bibliography: Why the Skunk Walks Alone from When the Storm God Rides: Tejas and Other Indian Legends by Florence Stratton

Comments

  1. Hey Jackie!

    A very interesting method in telling the story. The skunk is always asking for more but is never satisfied with what he has stood out to me as that was me as a child, always wanting more but never appreciative of what was already mine, until the skunk got something he hated, his stench!

    I look forward to reading more short and the point stories from you as the term progresses!

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