03 Oct 2017
by Ritu
in Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #Flash4Storms, #LemonSharkCharity, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Challenge, Flash Fiction, Help, Sarah Brentyn
It’s not a chore, you know, when you are asked to write prose for charity.
Well, Sarah Brentyn of Lemon Shark has set up a wonderful challenge with a promise to donate money to a very worthy cause… let me hand over to her…
Harvey, Irma, Maria… These hurricanes have hit hard, leaving massive damage in their wakes. Here’s how you can help:
1. Write a piece of flash fiction in 50 words or less with the theme: Help
(This can be any sort of assistance, support, encouragement, or a story of someone or something that needs help. You do not need to use the prompt word. Be creative! It can be 50 words, 15 words…even a six-word story. Anything goes provided it is prose up to 50 words. It doesn’t have to be sunshine and rainbows but keep it PG and friendly.)
2. Add a new post on your blog with your flash fiction and the hashtag #Flash4Storms in the title
3. Link to this post
4. Leave a comment here with a link to your post so I know you’ve participated
5. Help spread the word on social media with the hashtags:
#Flash4Storms #LemonSharkCharity
I will donate $1 to hurricane relief for every flash that is posted (up to $50).
So, here goes! 50 words filled with hope!
After six days of relentless searching, they had all but given up hope.
All that was left of the school was a pile of rubble.
Irma had done her job good and proper.
The rescue team were ready to and admit defeat, when that feint cry was heard… “Help!”
03 Oct 2017
by Ritu
in Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: autumn, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Bloog, Dark Mornings, poem
As Autumn bows her weary head
Over her shoulder does Winter peek
Dark mornings call for you to lay in bed
The day outside looks bleak
The children fight to open their eyes
Surely it’s the middle of the night?
Households filled with cries and whys
Sleep won’t give up the fight
But don’t fret, it wont be long
Until our clocks fall back
And your alarm won’t feel like a gong
Bodies won’t be out of whack
Ritu 2017
Written for all those currently struggling to rouse their kids as the dark mornings are so deceptive… and they cause chaos with morning routines!!!
28 Sep 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Flash Fiction, Signs, Sue Vincent
Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:
The warning signs had been clear enough, yet still, Randolph plodded on.
It wasn’t fair that his twin Rudolph had been picked from obscurity, just because of that stonking great red conk of his!
Honestly, you’d think he was something special!
Their mother had been quick to save all the Christmas cards that were sent showing that rotund fellow in red, sat on his sleigh, with the group of reindeer pulling him along, and Rudolph leading the way.
She all but forgot about poor Randolph.
He decided to leave home. Not knowing where to go, he just followed his heart.
In the distance, a large, yet sombre castle came into view.
It’s a shame he couldn’t read.
Or that he was too lost in his own sorry thoughts to see the large board displaying three deer skulls, complete with horns.
…
Igor the Targeter surveyed his grounds.
It had been a while since he’d had to train his eye and protect his precious lawns from those pesky animals. They were constantly nibbling at his grass and finely trimmed hedges.
That sign had been a perfect deterrent.
Or so he thought…
27 Sep 2017
by Ritu
in #Writespiration, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #Writespiration, 52 Word Challenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Flash Fiction, Night At The Museum, Sacha Black
Sacha’s prompt for #Writespiration this week:
Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
Write about the night you accidentally spent in a museum.
Oh, I could have really run with this one! It was hard to contain it within 52 words, but I did it!
I have a terrible habit of nodding off.
This time, the lost property room at the local museum.
The pile of forgotten coats looked so inviting to my tired body…
I woke to find myself in darkness.
Convinced I could hear the old armour moving, I stayed put until the caretaker arrived!
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