Carrot Ranch Rodeo #1 -Dialogue -Winners & My Entry

So, the Carrot Ranch Rodeo was with us through the month of October, and I think I took part in pretty much all of the contests, bar one.

Having received an honourable mention in the TUFFest Challenge, I was more than happy, and am really delighted to share the winners of this first contest, judged by His Geoffleship, Chelsea Owen and Esther Chilton.

The first contest was to write a 99-word piece in pure dialogue. Not an easy task, I have to say, but the honourable mentions and winners were really well deserved!

Click here to read the winners entries and a special mention to Sarah Brentyn who was awarded both second AND first place! The contests are blind judged too, so I think you can see the talent in this woman!

We had this photo as our fantastic prompt.

I do love His Geoffleship!

And here is my (non-winning) take!

“Whatcha looking at?”

“Mmmmnnmmnggrr.”

“Look, dear! He’s trying to say something to me!”

“Mmmmngghhrr!”

“Oh do be careful, Mr Tortoise. If you strain your neck too much, you might just do something to yourself.”

“Mmmnnnghrrr!”

“I do wonder what these animals are thinking. Is he just making random noises? Or is he trying to communicate with me?”

“Mmmmnnnngghrrrr!!! I AM trying to say something!”

“Geoff, dear, we need to move along now.”

“But…”

“Mmmmmnnnnnggghhh! No! Don’t go! For the first time I found a man with a neck to rival mine! I’ll even forgive you calling me a ‘he’!”

Hope you enjoyed my little mischief!

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/

November 1 – Flash Fiction  – The Festival of Lights

Charli’s https://carrotranch.com/2018/11/01/flash-fiction-challenge-november-1/prompt this week:


November 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a festival of lights. It can be any holiday, event or moment. Express the hope of light over darkness. Or use it to highlight injustice. Go where the prompt leads.

Seeing as Diwali is on its way, I thought I would write a brief version about why we Sikhs celebrate on that day. Our festival of light is commonly called Diwali by others usually, but in Sikhism, it is actually referred to as Band Chorr Diwas

Bandi Chorr Diwas
Emperor Jehangir found no reason to keep Guru Hargobind imprisoned anymore, for he had shown no danger towards the leader.
The Guru insisted upon the release of fifty-two innocent Hindu kings imprisoned alongside him.
Whoever was able to hold onto the cloth of his gown would be free.
He had a special cloak stitched with enough tassels so they could all hold on.
The day Guru Hargobind arrived back in Amritsar happened to be Diwali where the whole city was flooded with the light from candles, lit in joy at his return back to the holiest of Sikh cities.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/11/01/flash-fiction-challenge-november-1/

#WritePhoto – Way-Stone

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

“Damn it, Jack! I think we’re lost. Like, good and proper lost.” Jill glanced down at her mobile, which was giving her the heartening news that there was most definitely no signal out here.

“‘S all right, Jilly babe. It’s not like we don’t know this area. Been playing in these woods all our lives. I know its been a while, but give me a moment, I’ll get my bearings, then we’ll be out before you know it.”

“Jack, I can barely remember what I ate for dinner last night, and you think I’m going to remember where we used to hang out fifteen years ago? Give me a break! It’s getting dark too. You know I don’t like the dark!”

“Hang on, hang on. I recognise that tree. Do you remember, we used to climb up here and hide from the others?” Jack turned to the left slightly. “And there’s the We-hey Stone!”

“Way-stone, you mean?”

“Nah, the We-hey stone! That’s what the lads used to call it, anyway. Said it was a great place to bring the girls, a solid place to lean them back against, and, you know… We-hey!”

“Ew! Shut up! That’s horrible! Like any girl would be impressed by a guy who wants to pin her up against a moss-covered piece of phallic-looking rock?”

Jack moved closer to to the ageing plinth. “I dunno Jill, if you look at the moss over here, it looks pretty worn… if you know what I mean. Seems like it’s still more We-hay than Way, even now.” He winked at her. “Maybe we should, you know, give it a go…”

“I don’t think so! Now, which way? I want to get back to the house. It’s getting cold.”

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets and grumpily walked back in the direction they had come. “It’s this way. Jeez… I was just trying to inject a little excitement into our reunion…”

#writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/10/25/thursday-photo-prompt-way-stone-writephoto/

#writephoto

September 20 – Flash Fiction  – A Parade Of Nations – School Parade

Charli’s prompt this week:

September 20, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a parade of nations. It can be literal, or it can be a phrase that you use to describe a situation. Explore what it could be. Go where the prompt leads.

It seems that school is on my mind a lot these last few weeks, this was what came to mind!

School Parade
I hate assemblies!
I stood there nervously.
They came trooping in, like a parade of nations, English, African, Indian, Slovakian, Polish, Vietnamese… and more.
This was my first time and I had four hundred and twenty pairs of young eyes trained upon me.
Clearing my throat, I said, in a loud, yet slightly wobbly voice, “Good morning everyone!”
“Good morning Mrs Johnson!” came the singsong reply.
And those eyes looked at me with such trust, my nerves melted away.
“I’ve got a wonderful song for us to sing, and then we’ll talk about the year ahead…”
I LOVE assemblies!

https://carrotranch.com/2018/09/21/september-20-flash-fiction-challenge/

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