Flash Fiction, Tension and Non-tension Formulas - Essay Example

Police officer shooting in the air to disperse a rowdy crowd + accidentally shooting a live bullet at a member of the crowd = death/tension
A patient taking drugs + takes the wrong dose = drug reaction/tension
A doctor attending to a patient + giving the wrong diagnosis of the patient’s condition = panic/tension
A teacher correcting students using corporal punishment + hitting a student on the head = student collapses/tension
An electrician fixing an electrical appliance + gives the wrong voltage = explosion/tension

Non-tension formulas

Police officer shooting in the air to disperse rowdy crowd + the crowd disperses = peace prevails/no tension
A patient taking drugs + takes the right dose = disappearance of pain/no tension
A doctor attending to a patient + giving the right diagnosis of the patient’s condition = patient relieved/ no tension
A teacher correcting students using corporal punishment + using corrective harmless means = discipline enforced/ no tension
An electrician fixing electrical appliances + giving the right voltage = functions correctly/no tension.
Mr. P termed the move unfortunate, cruel, insensitive, and highly regrettable. He then moved ahead and called the members of the public to hold a peaceful demonstration to express public displeasure and dissatisfaction with the move of the lawmakers.

It was around 4 pm, barely two hours after Members of Parliament unanimously agreed to award themselves the packages, and the beautiful town of Ayoma was already thronged with crowds demonstrating. There was a lot of noise in the town. The businesses suddenly came to a standstill. Mr. P was at the forefront, leading the demonstration. The crowd turned rowdy and almost unruly. The roads connecting the town to other major towns were blocked. It was not business as usual. The members of the media were all over the place covering the event.

It was exactly 5 pm when a huge group of security officers was deployed to quell and calm the crowd that had become very rowdy. Gunshots were heard in the air. Tear gas and hot water were poured on the demonstrators. Mr. P took the police head-on and confronted them. A police officer caught him by the collar of his shirt. He fought back by giving a very hot slap on the cheek of the officer until the officer collapsed. He would later say that he did not have any intention of slapping the police officer, in fact, according to him, it is the officer that brought his cheeks closer to his hand. All in all, nobody dares the police and gets scot-free.

As such, they arrested him. This worsened the already bad situation. A man of the people had been arrested by the police serving an irresponsible government. A man of the people had been put into a police vehicle, a “Black Maria” heading for the pathetic cell. The crowd could not take this lying down. Things took another turn, and violence ensued. The groups engaged the police in running battles fighting for the release of their man.

They used the weapons at their disposal to attack the police. Stones were coming towards the police from all directions like rainwater. Containing the situation became difficult. More and more police officers were deployed to help ease the violence which had now moved from fighting with the police to the looting of property from shops and other major business premises.

At some point, a gunshot was heard and a sharp voice of a female reverberated through the crowd. It was the only sister of Mr. P. She had been shot and was lying helplessly on the ground. Blood was oozing from her chest. It was a pathetic scene. She was dying. Her biological clock was already tickling so fast, making a countdown, not in the form of days or hours but in minutes. She was taken away from existence.

The battle intensified. Mr. P was in a police cell; her sister was food warms. Things never seemed to be so good; the future looked so bleak for the citizens. The Members of parliament were getting away with their actions, but not for so long. For several days, there was no peace in Ayoma until Mr. P was released a week later. He embarked on campaigns against the then parliament. The campaigns began at the burial of her beloved sister.

Elections were just around the corner, and Mr. P was on the ballot, a presidential candidate. He had campaigned strongly against the members of parliament and also gained a lot of public sympathy for what had befallen him. When the day of reckoning came, all the sitting members of parliament were shown the door: kicked out of office. Mr. P became a president with all new members of parliament. Hope was in the air and the time for change had come. It was time to render poverty, corruption and bad governance things of the past. Read More