SHE’S A DREAMER
She sits under a clear, starry night sky,
Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.
Flowers all around this beauty of the night,
Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.
She’s a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,
She’s a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.
Keith Garrett
Here is my response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge by Charli Mills
February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!
Respond by February 19, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form Rules & Guidelines.
He heard the footsteps of the nurse receding into the distance. She had been in to check on his wife who lay sleeping, her breath shallow and laboured. On the bedside cabinet was a red rose, a replica of the one he had given his love every Valentine’s Day for over…
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Standing in the golden glow of dawn they felt the true meaning of “A New Day” . They could see for miles from here, sadly there was nothing much left to see.
It looks just like the books showed it to be but not as colourful. The light though, they had never seen anything like it, nor had they felt this warmth upon their faces. They were glad of their eye protectors.
Those who had last walked free up here had been dead at least fifty years now. These two, Adam and Eve, were the first two chosen to walk the earth since the nuclear holocaust had excelorated the climate change. Making planet Earth inhabitable.
They had been tasked with the job of reconnaissence to find out if it was finally safe to emerge from underground. The first couple to walk the earth for two hundred years.
They sampled the…
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Each month Diana Wallace Peach issues an image as a prompt at her
blog, Myths of the Mirror. This is my SOC mashup of a response.
February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt
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Anjana the elephant wanted to know who caused the snow.
He hated snow and wanted it stopped.
In the distance, he saw a house resting lopsided in a baobab tree.
“Is that house crushing my tree?” Anjana muttered to himself.
He lumbered through the snow until he reached the house and peered
inside.
A little girl sat cross-legged on the floor with a notebook and pen.
The little girl looked up and smiled at Anjana.
“Hello…I’m Trina.”
Anjana stepped backward and bowed.
“I am Anjana,” he said.
Trina wrote his name in her notebook.
“Are you a munchkin?” she asked.
Anjana scratched his head with his trunk.
“No, I’m a demigod.”
“Pan?”
“NO!”
“I see.”…
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There are a number of ways that an author can ‘stir the pot,’ and add tension to a story. One of them is when a character deliberately says something provocative. It might be a veiled (or not-so-veiled) insult. Or it might be an accusation. Sometimes it’s just a remark intended to get a rise out of others. Whatever the reason for it, those comments can make a fictional atmosphere all the more charged. There are plenty of examples of this sort of character and remark in the genre. Here are just a few.
In Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot’s Christmas (AKA A Holiday For Murder and Murder For Christmas), wealthy patriarch Simeon Lee invites his relations to the family home, Gorston Hall, for Christmas. Lee holds the proverbial purse strings; so, although he’s an unpleasant person whom no-one likes, everyone accepts the invitation. When the family members gather, Lee says…
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In loving memory of Michael Knight…
How can it look the same, this world that seems to drone?
Why does my heart not explain, why is it I feel, so alone?
One minute you’re there, and the next, you are gone
Life is now harder to bear, how will we… I, go on?
They say you’re in a better place, I am filled with unrest
My heart now has an empty space, heavy, inside my chest
We will meet again, my son, when the world has let me go
Until that time, I remain here, saddened, and missing you so
I wrote this after reading of the death of a child. Our dear blog friend, Derrick Knight, lost his eldest son, Michael. It was sudden, unexpected. May Michael rest in peace and may God watch over Derrick, Jackie and the family.
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February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!
I touched her hand for the first time today
my fourteen-year-old heart sank into my boots
as she flinched away
A look of pain on her face
as if I had burned her with a hot iron
The Valentine card left on her desk
I later noticed it in the class bin
torn in half
I wondered if she was the kind
that didn’t believe in love
Later that day, my heart was doubly wounded
when I watched her kissing a girl.
They thought they were hidden by the tall trees
my love for her would never be returned…
I met a lady at the fair
Let me tell your fortune, said she
I smiled and kept on walking
She stopped my steps with this,
“You have one number wrong on your ticket.”
I paid with silver,
she told me then, “turn the four into a five
to see your fortune thrive.”
With this, my bank account did swell…
Image by Pixabay.com
It is Merlin’s time to wake
to walk this land once more.
Camelot has turned to dust
A new plan he must conjure.
The computer age he favours
press F1 then enter twice.
The story is there, transfer to page
sign your name, his magic done…
In last week’s post I explored the physical events in my life from childhood that might have resulted in the inability to sustain a healthy weight. Whilst I could pinpoint an hormonal imbalance from puberty, and a cycle of crash dieting as contributors to my eventual morbid obesity. It was the more important discovery of a series of extended courses of anti-biotics at age 10, that was to result in a breakthrough.
It is not just my health that was compromised, many millions of the population, particular in developed countries also have been put at risk, with an estimated 70% of us with a candidal albicans overgrowth, seriously undermining our health.
Just to recap….
What is Candida Albicans
Candida is a fungal infection of the intestine. There is a delicate balance of bacteria in our gut and it works very much like a waste-disposal unit. However, certain conditions can activate…
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