Stop the Cavalry – FFF #24

Matt the Book Blogger got me started on flash fiction all those weeks ago, and here I am about to complete the 24th challenge!

Wow!

Check it out here.

The song this week… Stop the Cavalry by Jona Lewie

Enough

Tears streamed down his dust encrusted face.

He’d had enough.

It had been months and months of relentless ambushes, no breaks, and after weeks of not even thinking, he had looked at his watch, and the date said 25th Dec…

What he wouldn’t give to be back home, safe in the bosom of his family right now, giving gifts to his children, eating his wife’s usually inedible Christmas dinner, dozing in front of the TV as the Queen spoke…

But no.

He was stuck out here, in the heat of the desert… fighting a battle that didn’t want to end.

Ritu 2015

I hope this suits the song… possibly being more serious than the song makes you feel, with it’s jolly beat, but the message, it’s the same…

Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge #75 – Charm & Look

 

haiku-challenge-image.pngMonday is Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge, and last night I was so busy wrapping gifts for kids teachers and writing Christmas cards, I was unable to post my entry.  So here it is, on a Tuesday morning instead!

Oh he has raised the bar again this week, has Ron! Yes, you can do your usual haiku using the prompt words, Look & Charm, but the added challenge is to have the haiku with opposing sentences. So the first be a positive and a second a negative… or something like that!

And another extra, try and write a Freku… this consists of free verse, and a traditional haiku that ties the whole feel of the verse in 3 lines.

PHEW!

Check his challenge out here.

Ok, So I have had a go. Let’s see whether I actually got this right, or whether I should stick to what I know!

CAD

Gent Cad

Image from Google

Unaware, I fell for you
And all that you did say
How did you beguile me so
And trick me in such a way?

I thought we were together
Like one, forever more
I gave my love, my heart to you
Then you walked right out the door

Broken now, I stand here
Feeling used and so unpure
I gave my innocence to you
All that talk was just a lure

———

Looking like a gent
You blinded me with your charms
Like a proper cad

Ritu 2015

I hope this worked! Please, let me know what you think!

Friday Fiction With Ronovan # 5- On A Saturday!

Friday Fiction with Ronovan… Yes I know it’s now Sunday, but hey, I needed time for other pressing issues, the last two nights, so here I am! The prompt post is here.

Challenge This Week:

  • Pick your favorite song and use the title for the title of your story. No, you are not to write a story about how you like the song.
  • Get rid of adverbs outside of your dialogue.
  • No word count limit this week.

Finding my one favourite song in itself was a challenge, I love so many

So my song, a particular favourite, is Don’t Let Go, by En Vogue.

It was poignant when Hubby Dearest and I were dating, and I still love the words to this day.

And no adverbs??!!

Oh this will be a toughie!!!

Here goes!

 

Don’t Let Go

“Don’t let go!”

That’s what he said to me, just before my grip loosened.

I didn’t mean to.  I mean, I had tried hard to hold on, but after 15 minutes of holding his feet, as he dangled over the edge of the bridge, I couldn’t do it.  He was heavy, and I’m just a slight lad myself.

It was all his idea.

He’d seen all these amazing graffiti-covered bridges and he wanted to ‘tag’ one too.  It had only been a couple of months since we had started spraying…leaving our mark around the local area, you know, the school hall walls, the bus shelter Ad boards.

But this, well it was a totally different ball game.  I had only been joining in to seem cool, you know, one of the gang.

Yet here we were, standing on top of this bridge.  The only way he said he could reach was by being held, as he dangled, upside down, and I had to grab hold of his feet.

I don’t know what masterpiece he was trying to create but our quick usual ‘tag’ that took a couple of minutes, seemed to take forever.  It was getting dark when we had reached there, and there were a few cars that had passed under the bridge, but none had stopped to see what we were doing.

But I felt myself tiring, and my hands couldn’t hold on for much longer. I told him to hurry up. I told him that I couldn’t hold on much longer, but he carried on.

Then, just as he said it… “Don’t let go!” my hands gave up, and as I looked up, there was a truck driving towards us, headlights beaming brightly….

Right, so I have read, and reread this so many times, I can’t tell of there are adverbs in there or not! It is totally different to the message of the song, but hey, it was the title that was the inspiration!

You can be my teachers now, mark it, tell me if adverbs slipped in, and what you think!

Oh Ronova, you make us work hard!!!!

Home Made Christmas Decorations Desi Style!

Here’s a Santa Claus made by Lil Man

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And Baba Santa, by Lil Princess, Desi-style!!! (That means Indian -ified!)

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It’s fantastic what you can do with an old toilet roll, red paint, card, glitter and cotton wool!!!

But I Smile Anyway...

Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge – #74 – Cake & Wolf

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Monday night means sitting at the kids drum lesson, and thinking up Haiku for the lovely Ronovan, and his weekly haiku challenge. Check it out here.

The prompt works this week are Wolf & Cake… Hmmm interesting… Could be very obvious… Or not!

Ok so obvious…
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Dessert
Wolfing down dinner
With my eyes on the dessert
Rich chocolate cake!

And the deeper…
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Victim – a tanka
Fangs encrusted with
Blood from his many victims
He turns and glances
Fixing me with his cold eyes…
His wolfish stare pins me down.

But I Smile Anyway...

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