#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

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#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

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

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…


This week, Annette Rochelle Aben selected the words for the syllables only challenge. That means you can’t use those two words. You must find synonyms to replace them. Fun, right?

Here are your two words:

Hint & Bold

This week I (Jaye) am stepping in to ease Anita’s workload with my own tanka, but have to warn you, I’m not the poet in this house!

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Good as new

The warning whisper
Signalled her heart was broken
Brave and unafraid
We didn’t need the reminder
In time, will be good as new…

©JayeMarie 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 470 ~ #Poetry

You can feed a family of six
On mash, fish fingers and peas
Not a great dish to flirt over
Somehow my young daughter managed to.
Our new neighbours 14-year-old son
Sitting across our table,
Mostly hidden by his unruly fringe
I wondered what she could see that I couldn’t
I followed the conversation flow between them
As if they had known each other for years
I felt my insides freeze
When my husband told me he had invited them
I met George at the pub, he said
They seemed like our kind of people
I’m sure they won’t mind what you put in front of them.
I need not have worried, the early tea went well
Somehow over a simple plate of food
We managed to forge new friendships…

© anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 469 ~ #Poetry

Waking to the glass forest
Charming as it may be
With the wind running through its leaves
Like the sound of windchimes on my porch
This cannot be, send for the master druid
We need bird song, squirrels, well water
we need bark, deep green leaves
Go boy, don’t think
The spell, the chain must be broken
Before the rain can send the old seeds away…

©anitadawes 2020