Flash Fiction Challenge – The Real Nanjo Castille #CarrotRanch #FlashFiction @Charli_Mills

I’m taking a chance on one of Charli’s 99-word prompts over at The Carrot Ranch!

During the course of the Ranch Rodeo last month, Charli and her judges received a good few spam entries, and one was rather funny, from Nanjo Castille. You need to click on the prompt link above to see it! The spammed message inspired Charli to create a prompt…

November 9, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fictional story about The Real Nanjo Castille. You can set any gender, era or genre to reveal the character behind the mystery. You can also imagine the daily life of The Real Nanjo Castille. Go where the prompt leads.

Here’s my take!

The Real Nanjo Castille
Her dad had always been terrible at writing.
Downfall of being a doctor.
When he went to register her birth, instead of stating Margot, he handed them a scrap of paper to read, seeing as he’d wet the baby’s head a little too much the night before.
And so, Nanjo Castille came into existence.
It was obviously an omen.
She was diagnosed with dyslexia as a secondary school student, but help came too late. Reading and writing were never her strong point.
Still, every cloud has a silver lining…
She’s now the most popular human spam bot in existence!

#WritePhoto – Luna

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:


I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken!

“By the light of the silvery moon…”
A tuneless voice warbled out a song at Barbie’s window.
Throwing an old slipper out she shouted “Shut up!” for good measure.
Just as she was about to close the window, she heard an “Ouch!”
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me,” came the voice of Ken. ” And that hurt!”
Barbie peered out of the window. Below her stood her long-suffering boyfriend, his younger brother’s ukelele in his hand.
“What were you doing, babe?”
” I was trying to sener- sedena- sing to you. You said you wanted a bit more romance, and I thought you’d like it…” Ken went to start strumming his instrument again.
“Stop babe! That was you singing? Oh my God, I thought it was next door’s cat again! You;’re lucky I didn’t pour water over you! Next time, just play me a song from your iPod, yeah?”

#writephoto

What Kind Of Blogger Are You? #ThrowbackThursday

I often read some posts in amazement.

The time a blogger has taken to write their post, the attention to detail, the sheer beauty of their creation, and I wonder whether I am doing things right.

Don’t get me wrong, I can also be relatively thorough, and craft a pretty post, with all-singing, all-dancing links, photos, and lots of information, but I am seriously in awe of those who manage these types of posts on a regular basis!

but I think I am most definitely a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal. When something comes to mind, I need to write it then and there, and preferably post it straight away too!

Case in question, I was sat in my car, in the Asda carpark this morning, when the thought for this post came up. Forget my frozen food, slowly thawing in the boot, and the fact that I needed to get back to bake a carrot cake for Lil Man… words were bubbling in my brain! I needed to get them out, and typed up as fast as I could! Thank you so much Notes App on my phone!

The following verse is what flowed, to a background noise of shoppers and car washers, cars and kids!

Which One?
Are you a grafter
A blog post grafter?
Spending days, if not weeks
Making minute tweaks
A masterpiece creator
Looking up data
Editing until words swim around
Thankful you corrected the errors you found
Able to post a piece that is perfect
And sure it’ll have the desired effect
Or are you a blogger
Who seizes that fodder
And write as it hits
No idea will you miss
You write from the heart
All areas you chart
Some post, short and sweet
Some long, written in heat
Some that you treasure and some that you rue
All showing a true reflection of you

Ritu 2016

So, what kind of blogger are you?

Prejudice…

Today, I had a meeting with the children in my school’s School Council. I head that (along with the other hats I wear at work!) and we needed a meeting to discuss a few points ahead of the governors meeting tomorrow, so we could present the ‘Pupil Voice’.

One of the topics we were discussing was prejudice. I wanted to gauge the children’s perception or understanding of the word, and then with a very simple explanation to let them know what it was, and whether they feel that as a school do we deal with prejudice positively, and what we could do to combat it.

To break it down I said,

“Prejudice is when you look at a person, place or situation with ideas in your head, preconceived ideas, about how that person will be, or what that place will be like, or whether you could handle that situation, without actually knowing anything.”

We talked about how you could judge a person on what table they were sat at in the classroom, if the tables were set in ability groups, or a certain classroom, because you had heard about a particular teacher. Then we touched upon race too.

The children had never heard the term before which I thought was positive – you would hope that children under the age of 11 were not too aware of these things, much less exposed to it.

They gave me feedback on how they felt we combatted prejudice in the classroom, using Kagan seating, children had ‘buddies’ of different abilities on each table so they could help each other.

They suggested having an International Food Club, or lessons involving various multicultural instruments, or sports too.

All this was great, and as I left tonight, I was full of positivity, proud of the children’s ideas within the meeting.

Then I encountered a prejudice of my own. A fear of groups of loitering teenager.

Walking across the playground to our car park, I encountered three teenagers. They shouldn’t have been where they were. I asked if I could help them ( it was dark, by the way) and they said they were waiting for a cousin. That could have been true had it been half an hour previous, but at this time, most of the children have left.

They proceeded to climb equipment, so I requested that they leave. Luckily the caretaker came by then, and we both escorted them through where they said they had come, which was not actually a gate we had in use.

As they tried to disappear before we got close to them, one started climbing a fence, and I told him there were cameras, and that they should not come back here.

Of course, they finally made their way out, but not before telling me to “F off, you sl*g!” twice. I got the office manager to come out too, and she stood with us as they mouthed off. They also told the caretaker to “Go back home you P*ki!”, to which he said “You’re wrong there!” (He’s Indian, like me, not Pakistani!)

They loitered outside the gate, and I thanked goodness that I was parked in our staff car park at the other end of the school. The caretaker walked me to the car, mentioning that they had been in one of the other playgrounds, stating they were waiting for their sister before too!

I still drove my car surreptitiously past the entrance that they used to exit, to make sure they weren’t still there, so I could warn the Office Manager. Thankfully they had left by then.

In this situation, I fear my prejudice was well-founded. There are far too many teens that hang around the streets intimidating people walking past, sometimes, just by their presence, rather than by actually doing anything. This time though, they were on school property! And acting cocky is one thing, but had I been alone, they could have done anything, though considering they waited until they were half out the gate before slinging abuse at us, I doubt they had the backbone to try. But still, you never know…

I talk to my own child about this kind of behaviour, and hope he never thinks it’s okay to just hang about like that, and definitely not to trespass!

Okay, I’m off to chill myself out now!

Have a good evening Peeps!

 

WRITESPIRATION #140 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 45 – Shoes @sacha_black

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt 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.

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Write a day in the life of a pair of shoes – your protagonist IS the shoes.

“Look at them, with their high heels and pointed, patent toes. Okay, they look good, but what about all the pain they cause?  I know she is excited to wear them. Louboutins, they call themselves, with those funny red soles. But she’ll come back to me, as always. Slippers are the best.”

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My comfy slippers!

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/11/08/writespiration-140-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-45/

 

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