November 15 – Flash Fiction – Scraps

Charli’s prompt this week:


November 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that uses scraps. It can be scraps of dried flowers, paper, metal, fabric, food — any kind of scraps you can think of. Then write a story about those scraps and why they matter or what they make. Go where the prompt leads you.

Life Scraps
Brenda hobbled backwards and admired her handiwork.
It had taken a long time. A lifetime.
Gazing at the large quilt, pieced together lovingly, she wiped a tear that had settled on her cheek.
Each and every scrap of material used showed another step taken in their life.
She gently fingered the white satin patch at the top, sewn next to a rough, black patch.
Their wedding outfits.
Scraps from old curtains, sheets, special clothes, even a tartan square from Reg the dog’s old blanket.
Wrapping it around her, she knew he was still close by, always in her heart.
https://carrotranch.com/2018/11/15/november-15-flash-fiction-challenge/

#WritePhoto – Shadow

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

Shadows
Hidden secrets
A story untold
Deeply buried truths
Ominous
Words weaving a tale of
Sadness

Ritu 2018

#writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/11/15/thursday-photo-prompt-shadows-writephoto/

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #227 Truth & Honour

Lovely Ron with his Haiku Challenge prompt words this week:

Truth & Honour

More of a tanka this week, rather than a haiku.

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Honouring the lost
The truth of their whereabouts
Not exactly known
Mourning forgotten soldiers
Fallen heroes, no return

Ritu 2018

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016

 

https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/11/12/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-227-truthhonor/

#SoCS November 10/18 – Mean(s)

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mean(s).” Use it with or without the “s,” any way you’d like. Have fun!

In my job, it is an essential skill to be able to work out exactly what a child means.

At three or four, or even five, some children are just not that articulate.

(Please don’t get me started on the whole ‘technology’ debate… devices may be great, but they are the sole reason why children can’t actually socialise face to face, or even draw decent pictures, and write decipherable words… swipe? just sayin’)

Be it English is not their first language, or they have speech issues, or more generally, they are used to dumbed down vocabulary, they cannot always verbalise what they mean.

Questioning is a skill we really have to hone. From working out what they are trying to say, to recognising the object they have drawn, it’s only by our talk that we sometimes get to the bottom of it.

Believe me, I have seen some strange things in the past, as well as heard some weird things, which translate to normality, but what you first hear/see… OMG!

I loved a child telling he his dad was getting an electric chair for Christmas ( a gaming chair!), reading a sentence telling me the child “loved to taste cock” (Coke!), and that they enjoyed riding a dick (bike!)… and don’t get me started on the phallic drawings, scribbles and randoms, that I have to translate!

And all this has to be done with positivity. We don’t want a child to lose confidence if we just say “What on earth is that?” or “What did you say?”

Recently I noticed a poster in school, and to be honest, I want it in the nursery – it encapsulates what our reactions are to a lot of things the kids draw…

Perfect, isn’t it? You know what I mean?

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!

https://lindaghill.com/2018/11/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-10-18/

November 8 – Flash Fiction  – Super Mash

Charli’s prompt this week:


November 8, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that pairs mashed potatoes with a superpower. It can be in any circumstance, funny or poignant. Go where the prompt leads.

Super Mash
I sat at the table, awaiting my meal.
It was bangers and mash tonight. My absolute favourite.
I don’t know why, but somehow mum managed to make the best mashed potato ever.
Creamy, fluffy, light, with no lumps: something I had still not mastered, despite copying her technique.
And no matter how I was feeling, it made me feel better. If I was ill, the buttery mash would make me feel better. If I was upset, I’d leave the table smiling.
I don’t know why, but it was that mash. Maybe mum had some sort of mystical mash superpower…

https://carrotranch.com/2018/11/09/november-8-flash-fiction-challenge/

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