Carrot Ranch 99 words Challenge ~ #Poetry

December 12, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a gnome. It can be a garden gnome, a Christmas Joulutonttu, or a sauna protector. You can write magical realism, or feature contemporary gnome-like product.  Go where the prompt leads!

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My son brought home this grey gnome

Telling me he hoped it would bring me good luck

Of course, it never did

So he brought home a larger one

Maybe this on could do it

Again, nothing.

Got to give it to him, he tries!

So they ended up in the garden

Personally, I believe the gnomes

keep their magic for the Gods

as legend has it,

they forged golden rings for them

when they come together

any objective is achieved

would that I could get my hands on just one

that would be like sucking on Devils candy…

©anitadawes
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#Writephoto ~ Chill

Thursday photo prompt: Chill #writephoto

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape wearing a light dusting of snow. From the hill, where skeletal heather and brown grasses pierce the snow, a valley spreads out below, lit by the rays of a pale sun.

 

Snow

Light shining from a thousand different worlds

That our eyes cannot see while we stand

on hard snow frosted ground.

The heart says yes, they are there. One day soon,

lucky heather may give me a glimpse

Of the world hidden within the light

For now, I wonder at the beauty

The majesty of such a sight

that my eyes can see. As I go to walk away,

looking back at my empty footprints

Could someone be following me?

I see the light shift, as though blown by the wind

A dancing curtain of light, teasing my mind

Strange images, stranger sounds

Haunt my journey home…

©anitadawes

#Jaye’s Journal ~ Week 50

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I suppose it was inevitable that an element of Charles Dickens a Christmas Carol should have descended on our house. Anita is very fond of this story and always watches at least one version of it at this time of year, but I have a feeling it has something to do with it being a new century and not just a New Year that is due to start in approx. 19 days’ time.

I am always a little apprehensive at this time of year, wondering what Fate has in store for us all, and at the same time trying to imagine new ways to make it better than this one.

A new century is rather special and needs to be planned with a bit more care than usual, I think. We have been blogging now for nearly 7 years and we have made some amazing progress and friends in that time, but so far, the sale of our books hasn’t exactly improved our lifestyle.

We would love to increase the number of our subscribers /friends, write more books and actually sell some of them.

Although I am very proud of all I have learned, I know there is so much more I need to know out there. Already, the to-do list is growing, headed by getting rid of that dreadful subscription pop up and replacing it with a better sign up form, coupled with finding new ways to connect with more readers.

Our newsletters need improving, and our presence on some media sites could be better too.

And I also need to find the time to start enjoying my long-abandoned hobby of craftwork again, and if I can, I think this would make 2020 a special time for me…

 

What do you want to do differently in 2020?

 

We would love to hear from you…

 

#Keepitalive ~#Whatdoyousee #Poetry

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What do you see # 7

Week 7 in the tribute to the memory of our dear Hélène,  from Willow Poetry and the image this week is one she would have loved.

Image credit; Pinterest

No Return

Out fishing with my dad,

Mum would be waiting to cook our catch

I remember falling overboard

Then nothing until I woke

On this small boat

With a black hooded figure

That refused to answer my questions

I had read stories about the ferryman

I felt I shiver as the boat moved slow

Gracefully through the water

Not a sound. The silence beat at my eardrums

A maddening sound

If I must stay here too long

I’m sure I would lose my mind

I stood behind him

Facing the way we might have come in

To this blue cavern

That’s when I remembered the legend

I believed it to be one of dad’s tall tales

The blue hall of Odin he called it

The ferryman looks for Odin’s lost son

If this it, why am I here in the hall

Of the one-eyed God?

With his eight-legged horse

His spear that never misses its mark

What need would he have of me?

Not yet fourteen?

Maybe, they, whoever they might be

Will throw me back, like the small fish

That dad and I do.

Mum wouldn’t want to cook those, he’d say

I knew better. He wouldn’t take the small ones

He liked to give things a fighting chance

I could do with him beside me now

I hadn’t noticed the silence had been replaced

By voices whispering slowly,

I heard the words, ‘Go tell Odin he is here.’

I’m sure he knows; he is a God after all

He gave his eye for wisdom

And must know what’s going on

The ferryman stopped the boat

Beside white marble stairs

The mist disappeared

I felt my eyes pop out on stalks

If mum were here, she’d tell me not to stare

Men and women stood smiling

They seemed to know I was coming

Unexpected

It felt strange, as though I had left part of me behind

one I would never see again

The small gathering parted and there he stood,

spear in hand, gold cover over his left eye

‘At last my son, we have found you,

It’s time. I need you to stand beside me.’

That’s when I realised, I was never going home

I had become a demigod

Not bad for a fourteen-year-old kid from the sticks…

©anitadawes

 

Jaye’s Question…

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This morning Jaye asked me how I come up with the words and poems for some of the prompts we do, as she is convinced she couldn’t do this quite as well herself. I dispute this.

I am not good with questions, they normally have me running for the hills.

That inner part of me belongs to me, I don’t like to spill it.

One of my many muses prompted an answer.

First, I think of something.

It could be a word overheard on tv, something I have read, the words of a song.

Whatever it is, one of my muses will jump in, I assume because they liked the thoughts in my head at the time. Then we work hand in hand.

I know the difference when I try to write without one of them. It’s mostly rubbish.

Thank God for outside help, or I would be very bored.

It’s as simple as that…

©anitadawes

#TuesdayBookBlog Review for Examining Kitchen Cupboards by Stevie Turner @StevieTurner6

 

 

Jill Hayes discovers that not all is as it seems in her new post as a college examinations administrator. When she turns whistle-blower and tries to report her findings to the authorities, she is horrified to discover that some people will stop at nothing to ensure her silence.

 

Our Review

Starting a new job is always fraught with tension, you worry whether you will be liked, and more importantly, are you able to convince them of your competence?

Jill Hayes is met with total disdain from her new superior, so when she questions something that doesn’t seem right, she is met with hostility on many levels.

If you discover something is wrong, could you be a whistle-blower, or would you hope that someone else would do it instead?

This story has it all, corruption and greed, and an interesting cast of fascinating and true to life characters. Although Examining Kitchen Cupboards is a work of fiction at its finest, you could be forgiven for thinking it seems far too real to be comfortable, and I’m sure some of it must be based on fact, which of course, makes it all the more chilling…

 

About the Author

Stevie Turner is a British author of suspense, paranormal, women’s fiction family dramas, and darkly humorous novels. She has also branched out into the world of audio books, screenplays, and translations. Most of her novels are now available as audio books, and ‘A House Without Windows’ gained the attention of a New York media production company in December 2017. Some of Stevie’s books have been translated into German, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese.

Stevie can be contacted at the following email address: stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk
On her website http://www.stevie-turner-author.co.uk you can find a free suspense novella to read so that you can check out her writing style. You can also find her blog at the following link: http://www.steviet3.wordpress.com and you can sign up to her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/dvNklL

 

 

 

#99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

December 5: Flash Fiction Challenge

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December 5, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a key lime pie. How can you use it in a story? Is it about the pie? Or about characters making, eating, or otherwise engaging with one? Go where the prompt leads!

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Beautiful Florida Keys, a string of pearls on warm blue water

So named from the Spanish Cayo, meaning little island

Small sweet key limes said to be the best

Now grown in back gardens, never leaving the islands

As for myself, I know nothing of this famous pie

I have never tasted it, maybe I should give myself a treat

Thing is, I am not known for my cooking

But I know someone who is

I will ask Jaye to cook the family a Key Lime Pie

And having done so, I have to report

Let life be evergreen!

©anitadawes

Ready-made… #Poetry

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Ready-made

I have seen the devil playing with angels

Until a new soul is born

They split as fast as lightning

Rushing through the universe

To stake their claim

To control the life yet to begin

Who can offer greater temptation?

Whose whispered words can be heard

By this growing soul

Don’t they know we are all born to be angels

and demons in one soul?

©anitadawes

#Writephoto ~ Shimmer #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Shimmer #writephoto

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of an island in a shimmering lake, surrounded by shadowy hills. The sun is breaking out from behind the clouds in rayed splendour.

 

Fireflies shimmer

Dancing on the edge of my tongue

Late-night sun, painting dark shadows

lacing white clouds in a world that is not mine

The moon hides her face, is she in mourning?

She holds the answer beneath the pale

incandescent carpet of liquid light

dividing the dark sacred land

Time echoes stories, legends of dragon’s lair

Treasures to be found, the brightest jewel

The best of these is the image you see

In the gold-laced mirror

Don’t hide your light

where sun and moon cannot shine

Let your feet dance

on shining lakes of liquid time…

©anitadawes