#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story.

Frozen with horror by the razor-sharp edge,
the blade at my throat, the overlapping fear of warm blood
Free flowing from my body, zoning out into darkness
Falling into a world of blank memory, near to death
I see the dark cloaked figure of an angel gently waking my sleeping body
Not realising, my spirit had decided to jump around the room with joy
Without letting me know where the happiness comes from
I lie there wondering why I had been sent an angel wearing L plates
Would she pull the two halves of my body together in time?

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration!

Turning 75, something to celebrate, you think?
Not me.
The morning went slow,
dragging my mind further into darkness
Deciding on a fresh cup of coffee
to pull myself together,
walk around the Friday market.
I notice a face, my best friend,
a sister I should have had.
We lost touch twenty years ago.
Thoughts rush my mind.
Why had we lost touch?
Would she want to speak to me?
Would we have anything to say after so long?
I need not have worried.
My 75th party went like a sixties disco,
With my best friend by my side…

© Anita Dawes 2021

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #37 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #Poetry

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What would you do if a strange door popped up in your bedroom?
A weird twilight moment
There are no signs, yet I feel it screaming, stay out, do not enter.
How many of us can resist the temptation?
Slowly, I push the door open, stepping into the dark space.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself in the centre of London.
Standing in Trafalgar Square, Nelson towering over me,
Four black lions standing guard, tour buses,
on their way to show eager eyes the Queen’s House
with its high black gated railings
Smart soldiers stand ready while the Queen sleeps,
Flag flying high on the pole.
There is plenty of culture for those who wish it.
Street art drawn with bright coloured chalk.
Step inside the History Museum,
see how small you feel against the giant dinosaurs.
Sit on the pews of St Martins Church
Take a rest before going on to Piccadilly,
where Eros stands with bow and arrow in hand
Ride the London Eye, high above the River Thames.
Take a red bus to where you left the strange door,
hoping it’s on the tourist route…

© Anita Dawes 2021

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #32 @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #Poetry

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In the dark of night any light is welcome
This tiny orange glow, held by a helping hand
Yet I could not walk towards it
A whispering voice in my mind
Telling me there is danger that way
Turn around, come back to me
I have lived here in the dark a long time,
Waiting. Each day you tread this path
So many times I almost touched you
Whispering, hoping you would hear me
Tonight, I know you heard my voice
You remember the times we lived together
The many years that pass your mind
The hand that holds the light
Wants to take you from me
Don’t let them, turn around
I am waiting…

© Anita Dawes 2021

“Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #30. #WritingCommunity #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #Poetry

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I’m a little late posting this, Soooz, sorry about this but I’m all discobobulated at the moment…

Dark grey storm clouds
Gather around the metal bird
Souls inside shaking
Prayers echo, bouncing from wing to wing
They are carried to safety
The power of faith in all its splendour
Shining through the storm
Hands that held together in prayer
Now applaud the pilot
For their safe landing
Giving little thought to the whispers
A few moments ago, to a higher power…

© anita dawes 2021

Missing…

Image by Omni Matryx from Pixabay

Three walked the riverbank,
their wellington boots
sucking the mud with every step.
The cold wind whistled about their ears,
making their eyes water
as they searched for the missing child.
On the other side of the water,
teams of police officers systematically covered the area,
heads down, grim expressions on their faces.
To a man, they all hoped the search would be called off
when the child was found safely elsewhere…

© Jaye Marie 2021

Fiction in a Flash Challenge…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

It’s a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #28 New Image Prompt. Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

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The sign reads Road Closed
It should be World Closed
It’s no longer spinning
In a way we understand
Thank God for human nature
There are so many that fight on,
they won’t have a bar of this closure
Without breaking the rules
They manage to keep their chins up
Spread cheer and help where they can
Just remember,
it truly is a wonderful world,
as we head towards 2021
I hope the world can spin
The way we remember
Where we can act
without double thinking every move
Touch without fear
A little voice in my head screams No!
The world has forever changed
An even louder voice says Don’t be daft
Leopards don’t change their spots…

© anita dawes 2020

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 4) #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

“Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”

by Suzanne Burke

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Grandpa’s estate revealed a hidden room
Behind rows of ancient stories
Many of which I had read over the years
I wish I had discovered the hidden room
When I had spent time at grandpa’s
Now I cannot ask him about it
Why he kept first editions there I understand
The box of family secrets have left me feeling sad
Now I understand the strange hollow feeling
I have lived with for years
I have a family I never knew about
Their love and warmth
would have filled that hollow space
Why were they kept hidden?
Are any of them still living?
This is my task, to find someone
who belongs to me
that connects me to life to my grandpa
To find out if I belong here…

© anita dawes 2020

Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

November 5: Flash Fiction Challenge

November 5, 2020, prompt:

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about lost time.

Humans would call me a bad fairy
They don’t know much about my world
I am known as a Too Tak
I need to steal time
In order to feed the hunger inside
Without this, my kind don’t live long
Let’s face it, humans get plenty of time
To lose a little won’t hurt
Half an hour here and hour there
What harm can it do?
They think the clocks are wrong
Running slow or fast
They blame the time loss on bad memory
When my time is done
They get the borrowed time back
As a lost memory…

©anitadawes 2020