#FlashFiction 99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry





Bus Stop

Outside my living room window stands a bus stop

One afternoon, I counted fourteen people waiting

 Watched as a colonnade of human souls were

Swallowed by a red giant.

The two o clock journey had begun

Where are they going?

Will their day be a good one?

This I will never know

I will not see their journey back

The return bus stop is further down

The road where I cannot see

I make up my own stories

About the faces standing waiting

The old lady with her green scarf

She is off to see her grandson…


#Writephoto: Imagination #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Imagination #writephoto




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Lady of Glass

Who is this strange lady made of glass

The wall behind her holds no answers

With its church-like window with flames of red

Have I fallen in love?

I see the red fire in her head

Her thoughts shielded from me

I see her bones

There is darkness where her heart should be

Did some evil hand steal it from her?

Could I find it, return it, make her whole?

The glass tulips splinter, lay broken on the ground

She doesn’t move, her face unchanging

My glass butterfly wears a halo of green

The last vestige of a life she once knew…




#Just Words…A Challenge from a Challenge… #Poetry

While we were working on Colleen’s Poetry Challenge last week, Anita remarked that it was a pity to waste all the synonyms I had given her.

Colleen gives us two words for her challenge, but we cannot use them. We must find synonyms instead. Colleen’s words were mystery and attract. It is my job to find these synonyms, and I always give Anita a list to choose from.  She decided to create a poem using all twenty of the synonyms I gave her!




Just Words

A mystery wrapped in an enigma

One question lay shrouded in darkness

I need the charm to break the spell

Held in secrecy, the allure

The sound of sweet music

Drew me in, I let it seduce my mind

With a whispered secret

I feel myself engage with the riddle

The words tempt me in

Invite me to solve the puzzle

Entice me to see there is no problem

Have I let myself be led down a crooked path?

To enchant, to attract me with the promise of gold

By default, I am led further on

The castle stands alone

Its walls are made of words that

Fascinate and terrify my mind…



#Jaye’s Journal Week Three



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Jaye’s Journal. Week 3


Despite still feeling like the remains of a dog’s dinner, I am determined to sort out the mess that is masquerading as my WIP, PayBack.

I knew it was a mess, but not how bad it really was. The experts say you shouldn’t worry about the state of your first draft, that it is more important to just get it all down on the page. You get to make it shine during the editing process.

I kept trying to tell myself this, but obviously wasn’t very convincing, so over the weekend, I tackled the first Act, all twenty sprawling chapters. After much rearranging and second thoughts, I reduced it to twelve chapters and felt quite smug pleased with my efforts.

This week has not been like that. All I can think is that some other idiot must have written the second Act. Although I was an editor long before I became a writer, this did not prepare me for the shambles I found. Continuity was simply not present. It looked for all the world like I had completely forgotten the basics. Instead of throwing it away in disgust, I kept reading, as a good editor should. There can be a brilliant story hiding under the waffle and confusion.Well, that’s what I hoped!

Gradually, I began to see what needed to be done to create a better story. The thread was there all along. PayBack would need substantial editing, but the framework was taking shape and I felt so much more confident about it.

I’m not sure how it all went so wrong, but my other books didn’t give me so much trouble.


Something else has been happening too. Even though I have been spending a lot of time sorting out PayBack, I seem to have more time available for other things too. I know this doesn’t make sense, but I have noticed before that time can stretch if you lose yourself in a project.

For all we know, time is not constant. This would explain why some days seem so much longer than others. All I can say, is I am grateful for the help, wherever it came from…



I am trying to discover just how good D2D is. They talk the talk and it sounds wonderful. So easy to have all your books on there and all that, but can they walk the walk?

Some of our prospective buyers have reported problems when they try to buy our books, so I am wearing my detective bonnet!

Has anyone else experienced problems with these people?

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#Wordle 386 #Poetry



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I let the Light in

I was brought up in a dark place

My mother’s mind controlled everything

How you should feel, the way to think, to speak

To keep the memory of this to a minimum

I let my mind become a delicious blank

Like a sheet of white paper.

Let others think of their childhood

I do not wish to listen, for fear my mind

Become permanently glazed.

I find the need to frame each thought

As if filing them away for safe keeping

Lest my mother tells me it is

The wrong kind of thought.

God forbid my mind has become so weak

I need bait to keep it ticking over to my will

A box like Pandora’s where I can hide

My name alongside Hope.

Having let the light in these days

I snap back a lot quicker

These days I let my thoughts freewheel

Walking in the rain, they splash around

Like a happy five-year-old.

Later, I would like to add more names to my box

Husband, children, family

Maybe then, I will no longer wail in the dark

As I try to sleep

It all depends on the kindness of fate…


#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry


This weeks prompt for the 99 word challenge is Enrichment





My life became a whole lot better

When my father found me sleeping

In the street, after mum died

Now I sleep in a warm bed

Eat my food from a plate

Coffee served in a china mug

My father explained why

I had been left with mum

This was news to me

My father explained his part in this

He fell in love with someone else

His football partner, a childhood

 Love they had to hide

Until my tenth birthday

When mum caught them together

This was when she ran, taking me with her

Now I am found…


#Wordle 385 #Poetry



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Cardboard cut-out

The prophecy spoke of changes, strange times ahead

Of a girl with monochrome eyes, shades of black and white

I immediately thought of a mixed up yin and yang

I read the text three times, underlined before the week ends

With no idea who sent it, I dismissed it

My mind retained the thought of such strange eyes

I barely slept that night.

How can my mind slip in and out of dreams so fast?

So many black and white movies

As I moved from one to the other

There was no interaction, which was strange for me

I felt invisible.

The last dream before waking

There she stood on the clean white sand, blue seas behind her

The sun setting, walking towards me

A black and white cut out, shining through a heat haze

I felt as though I looked through strange glasses

This last dream stayed with me all the way to the store

I needed coffee

There she stood outside with yin and yang eyes

My cardboard cut-out

Advertising a new black and white barley twist

She wasn’t there yesterday, so who had sent the text?


Ancient Evil…

New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt


This is our first contribution for Diana Wallace Peach new monthly word prompt Challenge! This is truly an awe inspiring image…




Image by Stefan Keller



Ancient Evil…

The frozen face of a still white moon

Hung against the starless sky

Remembering Zolon crouched below

His hand clenched on ancient evil

Where men were swallowed

Bones crushed by ice white teeth…