Sarah Ann Hall

Reporting on writing in progress or, more probably, not; practising flash fiction.

#FridayFictioneers – 20/4/18 – Absence

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Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry.

At any point during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

I tried hard this week, and then gave up. I’m looking forward to seeing what everyone else did with this baffling prompt. With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Doug MacIlroy for a prompt that beat me.

 

© Douglas M. MacIlroy

Absence

(Genre: autobiography; 100-words)

I stare and see nothing. I rub my eyes, push and pull to remove the occlusion, but remain blind.

I turn away. The views to the side and behind are clear. Only the scene in front of me is blocked. I shake my head and concentrate on other things.

Days later I make another attempt, but make no headway. Sideways and tangential approaches achieve little.

I could struggle for days more, but choose a different path. And so, instead of tales of tragedy or humour, I present a vignette of what happens when my muse deserts me – not a lot.

 

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

April 20, 2018 at 2:19 pm

OLWG#45 – #micropoetry – cinquain, tanka, limerick,

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When I saw the #45 New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts, the Geronimo Green prompt immediately made me think of a limerick, so I did some googling and came up with this informative link. I’m not sure my limerick works – the last line feels as if it needs an extra syllable.

Thank you to Thom for hosting these each week and stretching my writing muscles.

 

 

Loveless.

Alone. Solo.

Never my intention.

To be a regretful woman.

Forlorn.

 

At least fifty pounds

He spread his arms wide and winked

Perfect scales, bright eyes

A competition winner

If it hadn’t swum away

 

There once was a girl from Mill Hill

Who liked nothing more than a thrill

Geronimo Green

Created a scene

When he kissed her she screamed most shrill

 


This week’s prompts are:

  1. at least fifty pounds
  2. never my intention
  3. Geronimo Greene

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

Written by Sarah Ann

April 16, 2018 at 7:56 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 13/4/18 – Better Together

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Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry.

At any point during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

My muse decided to take a break when I looked at this week’s prompt, so I went to hubby to see what he could see.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and Yarnspinnerr for this week’s prompt.

 

© Yarnspinnerr

Better Together

(Genre: comic; 100-words)

‘What the – ’

Burt surveyed the veranda fan, twisted and beaten out of shape. It had been fine when he left, and nothing else was damaged.

Scratching his head he lurched inside, ‘Gotta stop drinking so much.’

A second after the fly-screen banged shut, the beetles started giggling.

The moths twitched with pleasure, speeding towards the light.

‘Nah nah nah naah nah,’ sang the mosquitoes.

‘I never thought we’d manage it,’ breathed the fireflies.

Later that evening: ‘It’s amazing what a unified legion of pissed off flying insects can achieve,’ observed the bats, whilst flitting in for an exceptionally fine supper.

 

OLWG#44 – Steady as She Goes

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Having made a pledge to post my responses to the On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts within 4-days of their posting, I am 5-days late. I did write this on Thursday last, but I was on a ferry en route to France where I spent a few days walking in the sun, shopping, eating far too much, and generally having good time.

Thanks to TNKerr for posting each week, and waiting for me to catch up.

 

Steady as She Goes

‘Hold it steady.’

‘I’m trying.’

‘You’re very trying.’

‘Do you want me to help?’

‘No. I want to be able to do it myself. It would be quieter.’

‘Yes, but you can’t balance the bike vertically and apply enough pressure to move the nuts.’

‘I don’t need reminding.’

‘You decided travel by motorbike was more environmentally friendly, and would be easier to work on if ever something went wrong.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘You did. Fewer emissions, more fuel economy. More wrinkles for me and the need to slather on moisturiser, as if I need anything to accelerate the affects of old age.’

‘I meant about it being easier to work on. I never said that. I don’t know what I’m doing. At least car engines are laid out relatively the same way. I don’t know what’s what on motorbike.’

‘So why are we doing this?’

‘Because I want to try. Or because I’m a bloody-minded fool?’

‘You said it. You don’t have the patience these days. Or the time.’

‘That’s true, about the time at least. Will you hold it steady?’

‘Will you give up and phone a garage?’

‘In a minute. Just let me see if I can – Bugger.’

‘Here, use this.’

‘What the?’

‘Well surely a ratchet at this point would be easier than a spanner.’

‘You said you didn’t have it.’

‘I said I hadn’t found it. You didn’t give me time to get to the bottom of the tool kit before you started moaning and digging out the right-sized spanner. As I said, you’ve got patience issues.’

‘You didn’t tell me you’d found it.’

‘No. I was being bloody-minded.’

’Why?’

‘I felt like it. I’m here to help and all you do is complain. It’s not my fault your bike went wrong, again. It’s not my fault you’re not a bike mechanic. It’s not my fault your bike is too heavy for me to pin between my knees and hold steady while you push and heave trying to remove that seized nut.’

‘Fine. I give up. Let’s call the garage.’

‘I didn’t say – ’

‘You didn’t need to. You’re bored, fed-up, annoyed, whatever.’

‘It’s not that black or white. I feel useless. The one thing you want me to do, hold it steady, I’m not equipped in the strength department to do, so I feel inadequate. You can’t do what you want to and I can’t do what you want me to.’

‘Thanks for the ratchet. These nuts will go back much more quickly.’

‘But – ’

‘You’re right. This is stupid. I’ll phone the breakdown people, get the bike taken to be fixed by someone who knows what they’re doing. We can start on the fence instead.’

‘What!’

‘It’s sunny outside. We can paint the fence. Hey, hold it steady, I’ve got two left.’

‘And then I’m going out.’

‘What?’

‘You paint the fence if you want to, but you’ll be doing it alone. I agreed to help with your bike. I said nothing about giving up my day to get your other jobs done.’

‘What do you want to do instead?’

‘Go for a walk. Enjoy the sun while it’s here.’

‘Fine. You’ve convinced me. Just as long as there’s a beer halfway.’

‘Agreed.’

‘Finished. That’s the last one back. Let’s get going.’

 


This week’s prompts are:

  1. black or white
  2. use this
  3. bullshit

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

Written by Sarah Ann

April 10, 2018 at 2:50 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 6/4/18 – Like Mother Like Daughter

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Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry.

At any point during the following week, the Friday Fictioneers post their 100-word tales. Read the other stories by clicking below.

I’m obviously ill as I’m posting on Wednesday. Actually, I’m out of the country for two days so if I don’t post now I won’t. I’ll catch up with reading and commenting next week. My story is very rushed and bound to be full of holes so tell me where they are. I couldn’t even get to 100-words, no time, no time, falling down a rabbit hole….

Thanks to Rochelle and Dale this week.

 

© Dale Rogerson

 

Like Mother Like Daughter

(Genre: general fiction; 99-words)

Jenna’s mother taught her how to weave: how to select the canes, soak them, bend them to her will. Never satisfied with the way of things, Jenna experimented with shape and purpose, interweaving feathers and dried flowers, ribbons of paper, making each creation unique to the person for whom it was formed.

Daytrippers saw proud villagers walk about with baskets slung over arm, or lampshades on windowsills, and wanted to pay extortionate sums for something of their own to show off. Jenna turned them all down. ‘Tis not the way of things,’ she told them. ’Tis not my way.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 4, 2018 at 8:10 pm

Project 10K – April #amwriting

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© Flights of Fancy

 

March turned out to be more productive on the writing front than I could have imagined. At the end of February I decided to give a month’s notice to reduce my paid working hours come April. The universe had different ideas and I immediately lost my three times a week client, so March provided me with lots of writing time and I was able to meet my goals:

I have finished reading through my WIP.

I have entered some short story competitions and written some new words, albeit not too many.

I have looked at old short stories and started to edit a few.

I am a happy bunny as I go into April, although I do not expect my writing to fare that well this month. The next two weeks are the school holidays so hubby is home and we are entertaining friends and family. Having posted quite regularly in March, I expect my April posts will be infrequent, but I live in hope.

Putting my goals into numerical form with a bar to show how much I’ve achieved has been a great incentive as I’ve seen how far or not I’ve progressed, and I will be attempting to define my goals similarly for April.

 

Goals for April

  1. Participate in Camp Nano – edit the 50000 words I wrote last November. I really don’t expect to get this done but I do need to look at this writing again to see if it has legs.
  2. Write new short stories/ adapt old ones for short story competitions. I have a list of 7 possible deadlines to meet, so let’s aim to enter 4.
  3. Contribute to Friday Fictioneer prompts.
  4. Post responses to the On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts by the Thursday after a Sunday post.

 

With thanks to Gabrielle for keeping me motivated and on my toes.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

April 1, 2018 at 5:32 pm

OLWG#43 – Geriatric Parents

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This has a been a very disorganised week full of cancellations and reinstated meetings so I wasn’t sure I’d manage with this week’s OLWG prompts, but here I am. I’ve cheated and used a tanka, an American cinquain and an American sentence to make a story out of the three prompts, or that was my intention. With thanks as ever to Thom Kerr for making me work my imaginative, or is that imaginary, brain cells.

 

Here I sit, hiding,

Drinking alone and pregnant.

At least the wife is.

We’ve waited so long. I’m scared.

Hard to embrace our future.

 

That’s rich

Just great, she says.

Are you going to cope?

When the baby comes, will you help?

Useless.

 

Helpless. That’s how I feel. This just isn’t doing it for me. Sorry.

 

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This week’s prompts are:

  1. Drinking alone, and pregnant
  2. This just isn’t doing it for me
  3. that’s rich

 

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Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

 

Written by Sarah Ann

March 30, 2018 at 10:23 am

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