#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

September 17: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 17, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story of mice. It can feature any variety of the little critters in any situation. Are the the character or the inciting incident? Use any genre, including BOTS (based on a true story).

Milo, a little grey mouse
With the heart of a giant
He could stare down the largest cat
And get away unscathed
he would be sent out
For the most timid of his clan
His days were long and slow
He wanted more.
Dressed in his best suit
Knapsack on his back
He was off to the cries of “Don’t go
Who will hunt for us, we’ll starve!”

“I will teach Jacko before I go
I must seek my fortune.
If Mickey can make it big
In Hollywood, Then so can I
I will take Hollywood by storm someday…”

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~#WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 47- 14 September’20

Image credit- Elena Mozhvilo- Unsplash

As I sat at my workbench
I told myself I would paint myself into history
Like Di Vinci, Van Gogh, Monet
Only my mind is as blank as the page I looked at
Where did they get their inspiration from?
The five and dime, the local minute mart?
If only
I don’t remember painting the strange circles
Other worlds, my notepad splashed with paint
As if a five-year-old sat in my place
Fred, my friendly skull
Told me to pursue a different career
I thought this a good idea, closing my notepad
The next time I look at a blank page
I will fill it with wonderful words
Produce the next best seller
Ten weeks at number one I told myself
Hoping that one day, what I say
will be so…

©anitadawes 2020

ABOUT US: For those new to our website and blog, we would like to thank you for visiting. Between us, we write in several different genres, so there should be something for everyone to enjoy. Anita cannot abide computers, so I (Jaye) do all the technical stuff! Our books tend to be varied, from horror to supernatural romance and coming of age, and mystery thrillers.  We try to keep our website interesting with guest posts, bloggers, poetry, and reviews for all the books we read. Our books are shown in the right-hand sidebar and clicking on the images should take you straight to Amazon. If you enjoyed your visit, we would love you to leave a comment…

Hoping to see you again!

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 195 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

Sat
Beneath
The mushroom
Misty morning
My own quiet time
My thoughts run ahead wild
Free from boundaries I roam
I am now become the blue mist
My heart and soul one with all I touch
I am content to stay, to roam free, wild…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 473 ~ #Poetry

I was watching
The face of the moon
Watching me
When the moon winked at me
I thought, you loon
The moon can’t wink at you
I could see the eye wrinkle
At the time I was overcome
I considered it an unusual present
A wrinkle in time
I felt my heart bloom with joy
I continued watching wanting more
Blow me a kiss
Pucker those dark grey lips
Speak to me
Give me more to reflect on…

©anitadawes 2020

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 2) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 2) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG

I felt my hand tremble
As I pulled the paper from the bottle
Thin, fragile, delicate with age,
the edges burned
as if they meant to destroy it
before placing it in the bottle
I could hardly bear to unroll it
It felt like the Rosetta Stone in my hand
With great care the words came into view
A sad tale of a young man’s loss
I could feel his pain in every word
He was sorry he had to go
Tell Laura, I love her
The date on the letter was my birthdate
My name is Laura…

©anitadawes 2020

#Fiction In A Flash Challenge… #Poetry

Image from Suzanne Burke

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #16 Entry Part 10) by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Is there any sound more haunting?
Than a wolf crying under the full moon
Lending his voice to an ancient magic
Long forgotten
Only the echo in his heart remains
Will his continued howling
Bring back a little magic one day?

©anitadawes 2020

This is probably a little late, but things are still a bit chaotic around here!

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

September 10: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 10, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes something heard on the radio. It can be from any station or era. What is heard? A song, announcement, ad? Think of how radio connects people and places.

I remember falling in love with a song
After hearing it coming from
my mum’s little Dansette radio
Indian Reservation
Years later I bought it on vinyl
Played it until it became paper-thin
The neighbours banging on the wall
Begging me to play something different
It’s strange how one song
Heard on a tiny radio
Can colour your life
To me the world suddenly
became wonky, off-kilter.
Why do people think they can take
what doesn’t belong to them
Changing Nations with their greed
Indian Reservation
remains one of my favourite songs
to this day
Played often…

©anitadawes 2020

#BlogBattle ~ Conceal

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#BlogBattle: Conceal

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Image by Pexels from Pixabay

He heard the sound the minute he walked into the dining room to start work removing the ugly fireplace.

A faint scraping sound echoed around the room, but where was it coming from?

His mind returned to the job in hand, the removal of the totally unsuitable faux marble fireplace. He swung the large club hammer at the bolster chisel to separate the cheap surround from the wall. Seconds later, the scraping sound set his nerves on edge. He winced.

“Don’t be daft…you’re imagining it!”

But every blow he made was answered by the sound that seemed to be coming from the walls.

Once the fireplace lay on the floor in pieces, he started to carry the pieces out to his truck. Each time he returned; the noise greeted him. 

What began as curiosity and amusement, slowly turned to annoyance and he couldn’t decide what to do about it.

He had to be imagining it, for he had moved in six weeks ago and not heard anything before now.

Maybe he should just ignore it.

Instantly, as if it heard his thoughts, the slightly louder sounds seemed to argue with that idea.

He slowly walked around the room, pausing at each wall but annoyingly, he heard nothing.

Three of the walls were brick, but the one adjoining the kitchen was a partition wall, plasterboard on a timber frame. He remembered building it the week before, and if there was anything trapped, it would be in that one.

It was getting late, and he was hungry. Whatever was going on would have to wait until tomorrow. As he turned to leave, the noise began again, and the sense of urgency was palpable.

He reached into his toolbox for his utility knife and approached the partition wall. Carefully, as he couldn’t remember exactly where the power cables were, he cut a sizeable hole and using the torch on his phone, he stretched his head through to see what the wall might conceal.

He could hear something moving about. He tried to see what it was, but the hole was too high. 

Minutes later, after cutting a hole at ground level, a small, bedraggled cat crawled out, barely alive.

But how had it managed to get trapped in there?

©Jaye Marie 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 46 – 7 September 2020

Image credit: Dan Grinwis- Unsplash

(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a person walking in a desert, dwarfed by huge sand dunes. A long line of their footsteps can be seen behind them)

Just
Around
The corner
He said it was
No mention of sand
The endless miles of dunes
I should give up, turn around
But which way will take me back home?
Far away from all this endless sand
Not further away from all I hold dear…

©JayeMarie 2020

ABOUT US: For those new to our website and blog, we would like to thank you for visiting. Between us, we write in several different genres, so there should be something for everyone to enjoy. Anita cannot abide computers, so I (Jaye) do all the technical (oily rag) stuff! Our books tend to be varied, from horror to supernatural romance and coming of age, and mystery thrillers.  We try to keep our website interesting with guest posts, bloggers, poetry, and reviews for all the books we read. Our books are shown in the right-hand sidebar and clicking on the images should take you straight to Amazon.

If you enjoyed your visit, we would love you to leave a comment…
Hoping to see you again!

Wonder Woman…

Yes, the Wonder Woman has returned!

And looking surprisingly well after her ordeal and determined to carry on where she left off before the proverbial stuff hit the fan.

Anita also came home with even more medication than last time, plus a daily injection, all of which to be carefully administered by little old me.

We also have a new set of worries, due mainly to the fact that Anita is still not fixed, not quite yet. It will take a pacemaker to do that. Her heart must settle down first, clear the rather large clot that is preventing the left side of her heart from working properly, and recover enough for a pacemaker to be possible.

This requires an intense regime of blood thinners and warfarin, a nasty drug that needs constant monitoring and blood tests. All worth it if the pacemaker returns Anita to full health!

Turns out it wasn’t a second heart attack after all. Due to the massive damage the first one caused and the presence of a large clot inside Anita’s heart, it just couldn’t cope. It stopped minutes after we arrived at the emergency department. Luckily, they managed to bring her back, but it was touch and go for a while.

Apparently, the first heart attack was what they like to call the widow maker because it is usually fatal.

So the fact Anita is here at all is miraculous and something we are all grateful for…