99 word prompt

Two on a Rant

October 22, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire. It doesn’t have to include the campfire; it can be the tale. Go where the prompt leads!

If you want to participate, here’s the link:

October 22: Flash Fiction Challenge


“I am with you always,” a voice whispered, smooth as silk, soft as velvet.

Mary stopped knitting to look at her companion of 13 years.  As usual, Roger, the grey cat she’d found at her doorstep the day her husband had died, slept soundly on the chair that had once belonged to the bastard.

“I could swear you were talking to me, little one,” Mary said. 

She returned to her knitting until papers in the corner rustled.  With a murderous screech, Roger leapt at the invisible intruder. 

He’d served his purpose once again. Her husband always did hate cats.

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#WingedJewels . . . unusual sight


    Ann Baldwin, from Oceanside, CA witnessed and captured 📸 this unusual sight!
    “The juvenile Red-shouldered Hawk calling from the nearby pine tree. Then I saw a small bird fly onto a branch very close to the hawk. The Hawk staring at a male House Finch almost beak-to-beak. They stayed in companionable silence for around 4 minutes, obviously interested in each other. Nature never ceases to amaze!”

          Text and image source: Soul Alchemy https://www.facebook.com/186012608273340/posts/1493254787549109/

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          THE BEDDING STORE – My first Outing after Cancer

          Slumped in a wheelchair in the bedding store
          I spied my body in a mirror
          On a pillar
          But oh what a shock!
          Was that really me?
          Lolling to one side
          Eyes sunken in almost non existent face
          Flesh all gone
          Lost in a coat that was far too big for me
          I recoiled
          This was NOT me
          How could it be?
          Inside my mind was active
          I was alive
          I was “normal”
          But outside I was dead
          Or at least dying
          I had “beat” cancer
          But I looked dead
          Like someone not quite right
          How could this be?
          How had I come to this?
          “Oh look at that
          Isn’t it pretty”
          My pusher exclaimed
          And there they were
          All over the place
          Little birds and butterflies
          Adorning the bedding
          I couldn’t raise any interest
          Beds frightened me
          I’d been in one for eight months
          Almost died
          One night…

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          A week of book reviews – ‘Shaking Hands With Death’ by Terry Pratchett #BookReview #FridayReads

          Alison Williams Writing

          I have been absolutely snowed under with work over the last few weeks – not that I’m complaining – and although I’ve been reading as much as I can, I haven’t got round to reviewing. So this week I’m determined to catch up with a review a day.

          Why we all deserve a life worth living and a death worth dying for

          ‘Most men don’t fear death. They fear those things – the knife, the shipwreck, the illness, the bomb – which precede, by microseconds if you’re lucky, and many years if you’re not, the moment of death.’

          When Terry Pratchett was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in his fifties he was angry – not with death but with the disease that would take him there, and with the suffering disease can cause when we are not allowed to put an end to it. In this essay, broadcast to millions as the…

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          Having My Head Examined – Part 2

          Widdershins Worlds

          Part 1 – HERE

          Pumpkin pie notwithstanding, the actual visit was … an experience.

          Have you ever seen the poster by Gottfried Heinwein, called ‘The Boulevard of Broken Dreams’, wherein he reworked Edward Hopper’s ‘Nighthawks at the Diner’with Humphrey Bogart, Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, and Elvis Presley, instead of the original characters?

          Boulevard of Broken Dreams Boulevard of Broken Dreams

          I’ve been in and out of hospital, (takes off shoes and socks to count) somewhere in the order of fifteen times in my adult life. All of those visits have been for surgeries to my knee with a few tagged on the end there for my thyroid cancer.

          Almost every hospital, (on two continents) had a large entrance or atrium, where there’s usually a coffee shop, a directory, the elevators, a few clusters of faux-comfy chairs, that sort of thing … I’ve always thought of these areas as…

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          Sleeping With Owls


          I went to bed just before midnight last night. It was quiet in Beetley of course, it almost always is. Rare to hear a car pass by after ten, and save the occasional dog bark, you can usually be assured of a noise-free night.

          But last night, there was something different, and it took me some time to realise what that was.

          It wasn’t raining. There was no sound of relentless rain smacking against the windows like bow waves over a small ship at sea. No endless pattering of falling rain on the flat roof of the extension or the garden furniture, sounding as if five hundred typists were hammering at their machines right outside the bedroom window. After weeks of constant rain disturbing my sleep, the prospect of a rain-free night had me lying in bed smiling.

          As I settled down in the dark, two owls began to call…

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          Realistic and Unrealistic Injuries In Your Books

          Writer's Treasure Chest

          The ones of us writing fiction might have come across the one or other injury our characters are experiencing within the story. Depending on your genre of fiction (most significantly probably in crime stories, SiFi, occasionally fantasy, or mixed genres), these injuries might be more severe than a paper cut. (Even though they really hurt and nobody ever believes it, but that’s for another time.)

          We all had the situation we watched a movie or read a book and our hero took a blow to the head or a bullet to protect his beloved… In movies, it’s normally quite simple. We watch the beloved carefully dab a tiny cut (where does that come from?) on the hero’s temple, most likely with a part of her clothing, and he comes around, pitifully whining and groaning. After three minutes he tells her they have to flee, jumps up, and with three bullets…

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          Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

          Fiction Favorites

          “Twiggy. You still after that Squirrel?”
          “I figured Friday would be a good time to catch it.”
          “I can see that plan is going well.”

          Another Friday is here and that means the weekend is a mere eight hours away. Oh happy day.

          This week has been quite busy with odds and ends. I have begun thinking about the sequal to Eternal Road and have a couple of plot points in mind. You have to woder about what kind of circumstance could possibly bring two souls who are happily spending their eternal time as they envisioned, together again?  You have to believe it would be something major. Well it is. Before I spill the whole story let me just say, “Workin on it.”

          Halloween is sneaking up on us for sure. If you have followed the Views of the Neighborhood you know we have been taking tours and looking at…

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          The Homestead: Part Three


          This is the third part of a fiction serial, in 805 words.

          Daddy got back with the wagon and horses a few days later. He had stocked up with all we would need while he was in town, and we started to pack our things into the back. I had imagined a much bigger wagon, like the ones used by the old pioneers that I had seen in picture books. I worried that our wagon wouldn’t have enough room for us two, once everything was inside. But daddy told me we would sleep on the ground most of the time, under the wagon. When the weather was bad, we could put the quilts on top of all the stuff, and make the best of it.

          Being good with tools, he easily took the plow apart, so it didn’t take up so much space. There was our food, and fodder for…

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