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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Squint – & – The Cut

 

Saturday Mix, 4 August 2018!

This week we are seeing double with ‘Double Take’.

The ‘Double Take’ challenge focuses on the use of homophones* to build your writing piece. You have two sets of homophones and you are challenged to use all of them in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our homophone sets this week are:

heal – to cure of disease
heel – hind part of foot
he’ll – contraction of “he will”

and

lain – past tense of lay
lane – narrow road

 

I have 2 and just put them on one page:

 

Squint”

 

She lived way too long in the fast lane

busy with life, work, stress and activities

rat racing away

from her home country

 

It was time to catch up in person

not just through the line and

via a machine

 

When she invited him for a gig

close to his town

she firmly expected he’d come

as he emailed that he’ll

have a look at his schedule,

a ticket was even booked

but he couldn’t make it

 

Some months later she learned

that he has lain for days

not able to heal

 

She lost track,

went on a free fall

and has been on life’s heel

ever since

not seeing clear anymore

 

 

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The Cut”

Thinking he’ll heal after the injury to his heel when he was lain in the lane after the flame erupted in the plane. But they had to amputate.

 

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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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This is where the Internet is at its best

 

and where online “community” finds its true definition!

 

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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 Case

Okay, this is my first challenge I am participating in with the kind encouragement of fellow blogger calmkate via her own 99 words entry. I hope I got it right.

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.

 

 

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My 99 word entry:

The Case

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This is the case of a man who walks the tracks, burdened with a bundle that life over time has loaded on his shoulders. He loves the stillness and the protective feel of the walls. He carries his suitcase and the load on his shoulders as he reaches the threshold of a tunnel, not the light at the end of the tunnel, but the darkness at the end of his life. He leaves his case on the tracks as he doesn’t need it anymore and walks into the tunnel. This is the case of a man who once lived.

 

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