#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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September 26: Flash Fiction Challenge

Prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone unremembered. Is it a momentary lapse or a loss in time? Play with the tone — make it funny, moving, or eerie. Go where the prompt leads you!

 

I cannot think of anyone forgotten to me

I am sure if I walk around my local graveyard

There would be so many forgotten souls

With no living relatives to lay flowers

I will lay a flower on a few bare graves

as I pass through to show they’re remembered

I asked a Jewish neighbour years ago

Why no flowers on their graves?

They don’t like to kill anything

They leave a stone to say someone has visited

I thought I might like to do that

Find a bare headstone, take a small pebble

Place it there with love…

©anitadawes

99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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September 19: Flash Fiction Challenge

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.

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Time between sleep when dreaming

A spyglass into another life

On waking, may not belong to you

An uninvited interlude

With pictures, sound and music

A hidden message maybe

Inviting you to explore a mystery

You may have forgotten

The short film that meant more to you

Than the main attraction

That had you thinking, talking about

Reminding you of those in-between moments

When walking on a beach

Your bare feet kissed by the sea

That quiet moment when out walking

When the wind drops

The silence becomes the in between

You hear the echo of your own footsteps.

©anitadawes

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99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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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.

September 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

Being here in the first place

The friendships we make

The lovers we take

Fighting through the storms

While an angry mother

Tries to rearrange the world we live on

The beauty of a coral reef

The sunsets, the full moon

So many gifts

The hand of a stranger offering help

The sound of a new-born baby’s cry

Life continuing

Someone will always be here

While others leave

A reminder of our immortality

Art made by a stranger’s hand

That we like to look upon

Most of all to be loved

To love in return, to live, to prosper…

©Anita Dawes

99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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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.

Carrot Ranch is a dynamic online literary community for those practicing craft, reading stories and discussing process. Charli Mills is the lead buckaroo who hosts challenges, guest blogs, and an annual multi-contest called the Flash Fiction Rodeo.

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September 5, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows true grit. You can use the phrase or embody the theme. Who or what has true grit? Go where the prompt leads you!

 

True Grit (or Determination)

Over the years I have noticed

How many members of my family

Grit their teeth when trying hard

To achieve their goal

I tend to do this when getting angry

My teeth grit, my jaws clench

Muscles moving, trying not to let out words

I could not take back

I have seen a young woman

Eyes bulging, teeth gritted

Trying desperately to move her car out of harm’s way

A lot of teeth are getting worn down by determination

I did wonder why no one offered to help

Maybe they worried about their teeth

Do you do the same?

©Anita Dawes

Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community… #Poetry

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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.

August 29, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the safebreaker’s daughter. Who is she, what did she do, and where? Go where the prompt leads you!

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Could it be called a skill

Getting into places

That are locked against you

Something Annie learned at her father’s knee

Now it’s time to branch out on her own

Will nerves get the better of her

She’s hoping to perfect all she has learned

There’s one big job she looks forward to

Snatching the crown jewels

from under the queen’s nose.

She has studied every part of the great tower

The yeoman, the black ravens

that guard this wonderful tower in London.

A man once sat on the queen’s bed while she slept

How hard can it be?

©Anita Dawes

 

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

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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.

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Here in England

We used to have afternoon tea dances

In ballrooms across the country.

Those were the days when a gentleman

Enjoyed dancing with his lady

Holding open the door to let her through first

Pulling her chair out to help her sit

There are so many old-world charms we have lost

Writing love letters, eagerly waiting for the postman

To deliver those words you long to read

Taking pen and paper to reciprocate

A gentleman would also lift his hat when passing a church

I still I cross myself whenever a funeral goes by.

Those golden days…

©AnitaDawes

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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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.

 

I was fourteen when I borrowed a bike

The judge sent me away for three weeks

for assessment to determine whether

I would be put away or given probation

This came as a shock.

You can’t wear your own clothes

Cleaning duties before breakfast

Two hours of school each day

The older girls had other duties

Sewing lessons where I made a felt penguin

Which I could take home when I leave

I never saw it again, I guess someone borrowed it

This is where I fell in love with marmalade

The kind with no bits, smooth and sweet…

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#Flash Fiction #Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

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August 1: Flash Fiction Challenge

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.

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Rock It!

Rock and roll is in my soul

Born kicking and screaming my lungs out

Taking the fast track, music burning with every step

I wanted to find the songs to change the world

One day I would be famous, see my name in lights

I am dirt poor now, but not for long

Odd jobs along the way, I now had my first guitar

My style stood out, too far for some

Sam Phillips gave me my first break

It’s All Right Mama, playing on the radio

There was no stopping me now

I brought Graceland,

Who am I?

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99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

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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.

July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

 

 Just for a day

We feed the swans at our local park.

You can walk around the pond.

In the past, we watched their eggs hatch,

today, I picked up a duck feather.

I sat twirling it between my fingers,

closed my eyes.  Just for a moment,

I could see sun shining through my shell.

Does that mean I am ready to meet the world?

I pecked, broke my way out. Let me tell you,

lying inside, growing feathers

must be like humans growing teeth. Sharp, itchy.

Just for a day I felt like a duck,

as my webbed feet hit the water…

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99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

June 27: Flash Fiction Challenge

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June 27, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves paint. It can be fresh, peeling or in need of a coat. What is being painted and why? Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by July 3, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

 

 

I’m ten years old; it’s the middle of Summer.

My father gives me a bucket of whitewash,

a large paintbrush, telling me to paint the front fence.

The only thing on my mind is the cool blue lake, my friends waiting.

That’s where I should be. Not being used like a work horse

I’m a kid; I need fun before I’m old.

I stood in front of our fence, trying to make my arm work,

then it came to me.

Give everyone something to talk about.

Paint a lake scene.

Dad wondered why folk were looking at our fence…

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