Fawn within fawn

 

August 9, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes  an act of “peering from the woods.” Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by August 14, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments.

CarrotRanch.com 99 Word Challenge

 

2018-08-09 Challenge

 

“Fawn within fawn”

Oh deer! No headlights this time; Just eye to eye”, I thought to myself when I encountered this beautiful beast unsuccessfully trying to camouflage as a tree. Its two-leaf ears gave it away! My green coat may have equally looked like food, too, but I actually was looking for some game, yet couldn’t bring myself to break it to the fawn, gun in hand!

What now?! We could both pretend neither is here or just hop off to the next best eatable opportunity down the food chain.

I leave it to the reader to decide what happened next.

 

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The Porch

 

I’m sorry I can’t slow down, life is short and when my brain is full, I need to empty it to make space…

 

Entry for this week’s Carrot Ranch 99 Word challenge:

August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by August 7, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments.

 

2018-08-02 Challenge

 

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The Porch”

 

Reinhold Messner sought the Heights
and found his Porch
No Mansion by the Beach
or Villa in the Hills
can bargain with him
in exchange
for his little Yellow Tent
on top of the Peak
touching Paradise

No incentive of a fake Sky
from a tasteless satellite dish
can pay him to observe
electronic stars and purple rain
sprinkle down upon his Summit

The Snow is his Sand
the Tent his Castle and
the Sky his Umbrella
to protect him from
a moderate Life

The Crisp Air is his Coffee
the Moon his Bread
and the Earth his Bed

 

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A little bonus for Deepa’s brilliant naughty entry, but I will not submit this, it’s just silly fun:

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The Torch”

Frantically and with red cheeks (from the cold!) the Beatle and Messner tried to grab the torch at once and crawled out of the tent. As they were gentlemen, they volunteered to spend the night in a chilly igloo, so Deepa and her Yellow Flame can enjoy nature’s fireworks!

The Beatle, awoken from Messner’s talk about his feat to climb Everest without supplemental oxygen, caught his breath to switch songs and began to whistle “Dead Flowers”.

And then a sudden silence pierced the air. Messner didn’t dare, but the Beatle crawled back to the tent, and it was empty!

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A Beatle’s Wasteland

 

My entry for this week’s Carrot Ranch 99 Word challenge:

August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by August 7, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments.

2018-08-02 Challenge

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“A Beatle’s Wasteland”

‘How did I get myself into this mess?!’ he thought while trying to find beauty in his surroundings, with freeze burn on his toes.

His mind was frozen from the cold. And in this solitude, all he managed to do was to hum a tune to try and stay awake. All that came to mind in this ironic turn of events, was a song he used to sing with his friends under a starry night around the camp fire…

“We all live in a yellow submarine, yelloow suubmaariine, yeeellooow sub…mmaa….riiinee…”

And then he dosed off into the stars.

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Okay, I admit, this was a little bit of a cheat, as I am borrowing 11 words from The Beatles’ song. *blushing*

I’m just warming up a little bit.

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The Place

 

Due to popular demand (of 1 person), I continue to chase the case, even after the case is closed in submitting entries for the challenge. But as life goes on, the story of course goes on as well.

 

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“The Place”

He had to do this alone, while his wife was waiting in the car on the road above, by the bridge. He wanted to leave a little bit of life that was plucked, but its pedals still breathing and moving somewhat, in memory of the load on his shoulders that almost took his life.

As he put the flower down he wondered, what happened to his suitcase, who took it? Why was someone so quick to take his case while he was walking into darkness?

Was he being observed while he lost his track? What happened to the case?

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This is where the Internet is at its best

 

and where online “community” finds its true definition!

 

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Photo from CarrotRanch.com

 

I don’t want to be cheesy, weepy, or too emotional here, but I get cheesy, weepy and emotional with this “little” blogger / writer community I am just now getting into. It may be that it will help somewhat to recover my sanity!

But to any writer, check out this wonderful writing place at the Carrot Ranch Literary Community.

Thank you again to Kate for nudging me and not letting go!

I wrote my first “Flash Fiction” 99 Word challenge encouraged by Kate and immediately got addicted! The Case and The Chase with a full list of all the entries of the Stranded Suitcase. And I’m hooked!

This little community of writers and stories I include in my “Hero” section because my writing brain found a wholesome outlet to, at least in a small way, regain my mental health after trauma.

Thank you Charli Mills for hosting and inviting the world of writers to your Ranch! What a huge work you are doing with passion. There are some writers and stories I have already come across in just 3 days where I can learn from, find inspiration and get my mind off the painful things of life and get into much needed fun as Kate gently reminded me!

Lovely! 🙂

 

The Congress of Rough Writers

 

P.S. Warning regarding Late Night Girl side effects: I go into moods swings at times as well as working on some “liquid issues”, if that happens where you read something irrational, harsh or confusing, let the horse kick my butt and please ignore and keep going. I am just recovering from 3 years of emotional hell and am working on getting back to normal again … TY

 

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The Chase

I did a happy ending version of my depressing 99 word entry I submitted yesterday.

Have to start somewhere with the “fun bit” @ calmkate 😉

The challenge:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what happens next to a stranded suitcase. Go where the prompt leads you, but consider the different perspectives you can take to tell the tale.

 

The Chase

 

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In the stillness, a sudden noise from the horns of a train erupted in the tunnel, followed by a blinding light. Out came the man running for his life. About 20 meters into the tunnel he had second thoughts that were immediately confirmed by an oncoming train chasing the man back out of the tunnel.
But his case was gone already, while his life was found again. Exhausted, he sat by the side of the tracks, feeling the guilt of almost having involved an innocent train driver into an involuntary act. New hope and the chase for life began.

 

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