January 16, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a lady shadow. Who is this person and why do they lurk in the shadows. What is the tone and setting for your story? Go where the prompt leads!
February 21, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, “I’d rather be…” You fill in what comes next. What would a character(s) rather be doing and why?
I am I am what I am I make no excuses Nor do I make changes Yet there are days when I feel like a non-entity Grey, faded, invisible to the world outside These are my duvet days When I wonder, Can I give my mind a do over? Introduce new thoughts Not so easy, the old grey matter is stubborn It runs on automatic pre-determined thoughts Habits, like chewing your nails Hard to break These days, I imagine So many kinds of me None seem to fit In the end I would rather be… Right where I am… ©AnitaDawes2022
October 7, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes whispers. It can be beautiful or creepy and any genre. Where are the whispers, who are they from, and what do they say if they say anything at all.
Whispers... Death closed its hand Beneath the whispering autumn leaves The old head stones tell of loved ones I wonder, are some souls on fire? Do they all lie at rest Do they whisper of dancing under the sun? Kissing under moonlight Do they come back Whispering in my brain Of life beyond these cold stones As yet, none have whispered Of angels, golden harps or seeing Christ Before you think me mad I don’t hear disembodied voices all the time There is one that stays with me A female voice, telling me life goes on Right there, beside you… © Anita Dawes 2021
October 1, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that happens on the dusty trail. It can take place anywhere. Who is your character, where are they going, and why? Bonus points if they meet up with Kid and Pal from D. Avery’s Ranch Yarns and Saddle Up Saloon (they hit the trail so TUFF could take over the saloon).
We cannot see the wind
Only the lifting of leaves
The swaying of grass
As it passes
We cannot hear the wind
Only the echo
It leaves behind
The dark curtain of dust
It sweeps from the ground
All but swallows
The four horsemen
Riding from the Starbuck Ranch
Out to recover a few stray cattle
Before the savannah winds
Cover the small town of Starbuck
With a dark blanket from hell
Ask my mother
When she tries clearing it up
The air around her turns dusty blue
The four riders return
Spitting blue dust…
Cattle safe and sound
Not sure how this will work, for Charli Mills from Carrot Ranch Literary Community is having a spot of bother this week. From being snowed in the worst blizzard/snowstorm in history to a complete computer meltdown, we have no link to the Carrot Ranch site.
Charli is struggling to keep going via phone, so massive support for this brave lady please!
I have been searching for something
anything to fill the void in my life.
Here I am in a traffic jam, trying to get home
Soft snow falling, and within an hour
I am buried in a tin igloo.
I have water, biscuits left over from lunch.
There is a strange kind of silence.
Maybe it is the whiteness all around me
the sound of my own blood in my head.
How long before I am found?
Five hours to think about my life
Now I am sitting with a hot cup of tea
given by a smiling stranger…
This weeks 99 word challenge prompt is Mashed Potatoes…
When I read these words this morning, I was taken back to my childhood, reading the Dandy comic. Desperate Dan with his huge plate of mashed potato with two large sausages sticking out, looking like a bull had landed there.
I have to tell you that no one does mash like Jaye does! The minute she begins peeling the spuds, I swear my kids pick up some strange signal. They come knocking from all over Hampshire, just popping in, big smiles on their faces. They know there’s mash on the go and they say it is just a coincidence…
This weeks prompt is a Broken Fence…
Late one night after having a skin full, dad drove through Mrs Mack’s front garden. Breaking the fence was bad enough, but he took out her favourite roses too.
Dad said he was sorry, that he would fix the fence first thing.
Mum brought roses, but there was no answer when she knocked on the door. She left the roses on the step but watched to see if her friend would take them in.
They died where mum left them.
After a week, mum told us that some fences cannot be mended. That she had lost her best friend…
This weeks prompt is Sketch…
Looking for something to inspire me, I took a walk through our local flea market and fell in love with a half-finished sketch of a young woman lying on a grave.
I was about to ask how much, when a man standing beside me, said ‘It’s sad but lovely, isn’t it?’
My heart jumped so hard I thought I would join the woman at the graveside.
I turned to see who had spoken, but there was no one standing beside me.
The price was just £40 because it was unfinished work.
Holding it, I could see my grandmother’s signature…
We love doing these, even though keeping to the 99 word rule is a bit of a challenge!
(99 words, no more, no less)
I am your ghost, your past. I walk before you on thorny pathways so you shall not walk the path of sorrow. You shall not see the things I have.
You are ten years old now, so blow out your candles and let loose those balloons with all their wishes attached.
I have received them now; your wishes made from your past come true, they have come to pass. Soon I shall re-join you when adult paths you reach, until then, I collect every balloon and every wish you make.
I wait in shadows until we are one again …
© 2018 Anita Dawes