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

September 24, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about snacking. It can feature crunchy snacks or creamy one. Who is snacking on what and why? How can you make this a story? Go where the prompt leads!

When I caught my mother snacking
She told me in her sweet mum voice
The one she uses
when she wants to be believed
“It’s rude not to eat the beautiful snacks
When so many people have gone
to so much trouble to get them made.
They must earn their living
It’s our duty to try them out
I love the Farmstand Ranch chips best
They’re always fresh
They have the best crunch
With every bite.”
How could I argue with that?
I didn’t want to be the one
Putting folk out of work
So I joined mum snacking…

©anitadawes 2020

#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

#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

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

August 13, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a first flight. It can be anything or anyone that flies. What is significant about the first? Go where the prompt leads!

As we grow older
We tend care a little more
About the young ones
Children, animals, it doesn’t matter
If they’re young
We acquire a mothering apron
Fussing over their first steps
Eager that they don’t fall
A fall may put them off trying
God helps us when it comes to their
first steps to foraging for themselves
Mother mode goes into overdrive
Unfortunately, we cannot keep the door
closed to the grown-up world
Wanting to, can’t make it so
You can only hope and pray
That you did a good job
Trust that you have
And let go…

©anitadawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

August 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about molten lava. It can be real-time, such as a volcanic event or the result of one in the geologic timeline. Or, think about making the prompt into a metaphor of heat. What is so hot? Go where the prompt leads!

The sudden hot blast as you take
hot cross buns from the oven
Balmy temperatures that drive most people
to the nearest beach
Looking at the sun through dark glasses
Reminding yourself it’s a ball of molten lava
Boiling seas of golden fantasies
Hot pavements, melting tarmac
Car tyres in danger of melting
(It has been known)
Desert sands, hot springs
Shooting geysers you cannot bathe in
Only admire the height it reaches
A falling star so hot
It melts sand into glass
The only heat I appreciate
Is between cool cotton sheets
Should I be telling you this?

©anitadawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

July 30, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that uses the phrase “her crowning glory.” (Thanks to Anne Goodwin for the prompt idea.) It can be in the traditional sense of a woman’s hair or applied to any idea of a best attribute. What happens if you play with the meaning or gender? Go where the prompt leads!


She stands on the edge of decision
Beneath the pale silver crescent
Her earthly form chosen
Dark mane flowing
Magic cannot be contained
Her crowning glory, the spiral horn
Long sought after by man
One such as hers
Said to be held by Merlin
The magician, to raise Camelot
She must risk going back in time
When magic held no mystery, it just was
To find a mate, to keep magic
between the worlds
As it had been from the beginning
Will she risk losing her magic
At the hands of some eager
Wannabe wizard
Or find her mate?

©anitadawes 2020

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

July 16, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that expresses the phrase, “scream inside your heart.” Who is involved and why is the scream contained? Go where the prompt leads!


A scream is something that starts deep inside
However, there are times when I believe
It comes from far away, another galaxy
Waiting to tear itself free
Something primal, that starts the day you are born
Other times from joy or pain
Stub your toe, see how hard it is to stop
the anger and pain from screaming its way out
Once that sound is free, it continues out
into the universe, ripples on water
We never get to know what damage it may cause
as it travels away from us.
When the pain stops, do we really care?

©anitadawes 2020

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

July 9, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes that answers the question, who is Monreal Dorb. You can imagine the life of this fictitious person in any era or circumstance. Is there cause and effect at play? Go where the prompt leads!


Sparrow, a twelve-year-old urchin
living under an abandoned railway arch.
The one thing you remember about Sparrow
Is his midnight blue eyes
They look right through you.
You feel him searching for your inner most thoughts
Living on his wits, finding odd jobs to get by
He’ll clean your shoes, run errands.
One errand to the library almost cost him his life
When he ran into the street,
white as the ghost he just met
narrowly missing a hansom cab, horses flaring.
Clutching the book, he read the title
“Have you met Monreal Dorb, the library ghost?”

©anitadawes 2020

Carrot Ranch Literary Community July 2: Flash Fiction ~ #Poetry

July 2, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes the word blossom. You can use the word as a noun or a verb, or even as a name. How does it fit into your story? Go where the prompt leads!

Blossom

It’s surprising how much we take for granted
Stepping over a plant growing
between the cracks in the pavement
Tiny purple flowers, a weed
I think it’s beautiful
It managed to blossom
when no one wanted it to.
I have one that grew in my back yard
On top of the wall
I dug it out carefully
Put it in a pot
It’s growing into something
I have yet to discover.
I am not a natural gardener
This thing struggling on my concrete wall
Spoke to me
So there you have it
It now sits with Jaye’s bonsai trees…

©anitadawes 2020

Can’t wait to find out what it is!

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.


The sight of spring flowers
pushing me back to the sixties
Where we believed in liquid bliss
Not the bottle kind
It’s something in the air
It washes over you.
Dark days drop away
Days when we wore flowers in our hair
Music, smiles on people’s faces
Especially on the faces of my grandchildren
When I speak about the old days, strange clothes,
like the bell bottom jeans, the mini skirt.
Nowadays, I walk home washed over
With good vibrations
From the smile of a stranger
who offers to carry my shopping bags
I look for tomorrow…

©anitadawes 2020