Sarah Ann Hall

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

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#FridayFictioneers – 27/4/18 – On the Edge

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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.

After leaving me wanting last week, my muse is back in play and came up with the story/ vignette/ dialogue below quite quickly, hence my posting on Thursday.

And if I may beg your indulgence, a story I wrote for the  The Blank Page Short Story Challenge has reached the Top 3 and is now being voted on by the online public. Please click to read my story and vote for me. Or read all and vote for the best.


© Jan Wayne Fields


On the Edge

(Genre: adventure; 100-words)

‘There’ll be something useful down there. Some shelter; water to drink.’


‘Because there’s always something over the horizon.’

‘You sure?’

‘Positive. Down in that deserted valley, there’s something for us.’

‘How do you know?’

‘I’m an optimist.’

‘So you think there’ll be something.’

‘No, I know there is because the universe provides for those who ask nicely.’

‘You’re nuts.’

‘Maybe. But I’ll be even crazier if I stay on this escarpment and the sun fries the last of my brain cells.’

‘And if we don’t find anything?’

‘We’ll die and become food for the vultures. It’s a win win.’




#FridayFictioneers – 21/4/17 – Septuagenarian Adventure

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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.

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Magaly Guerrero for this week’s prompt.

I can’t quite believe I’ve managed to post this on a Thursday, but life gave me an in this week – I will be following my protagonist’s example next Wednesday.


PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

© Magaly Guerrero


Septuagenarian Adventure

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

‘Frances, you’re 75.’

My husband is a master of truth.


‘It’s undignified.’

‘The woman who runs the sessions said there are lots of beginners like me.’

‘You’re not as fit as you were.’

‘That’s why I signed up.’

‘What about equipment?’

‘I only need shoes.’

‘You’re….’ he paused.

There are occasions when Colin trips over the truth.

‘There’s more of you than there was,’ he attempted diplomatically.

‘You mean is the floor reinforced?’

‘I didn’t say…’

‘I’m fat, Colin. I need to lose weight and enjoy it. That’s why I joined The Marvellous Tapping Heffalumps. Come jiggle with me?’


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April 20, 2017 at 3:23 pm

#Trifextra: 104 – Moving On

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I was sad to read that Trifecta is packing up and we’ll only have challenges until the end of this month. Thank you to the editors who read and judge our entries every week – it must be a daunting and exhausting task. Good luck with your new adventures.


This week’s prompt asked for 33-words including a palindrome. I couldn’t help but go with one of those given as an example.


“Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?

This week’s challenge: You’ve got exactly 33 words and one of the must be a palindrome. Not sure what one of those is? Look above. It’s a word or phrase that reads the same forwards and backwards. For example, words like mum, mom, refer or sexes etc. Or phrases, such as the one above; or ‘seven eves’ or ‘yo banana boy!’ For some palindromic inspiration and a huge list of them, check out

So, you’ve got your usual 33 words, but you must use a palindrome and to help us out, please highlight it. Thanks!”




Moving On

Yo’ banana boy. We’re off to pastures new. Coming?

Be hard here without yo’.

Come along then.

I gotta pack.

Leave it. Let’s go naked into the future.

Yo’s crazy.

Nope, just daring.



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March 13, 2014 at 2:34 pm

Two for Tuesday #9 – Winter’s Coming

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Here’s my entry for this week’s Two for Tuesday Challenge courtesy of Andy Black.


‘Standard prompt:
plain view

Non-Standard Prompt:
This week for the alternative prompt, write a story that opens with the words: “The sky was the color of dryer lint.” As per usual with the Non-standard prompt there is no word limit (to allow for more in depth explorations) but there is a minimum of 200 words.’



Winter’s Coming (320 words)

The sky was the colour of dryer lint as the boys strained forwards and stared, their backs to a crackling fire.

‘It won’t be long now,’ the eldest asserted.

‘It can’t be,’ agreed the middle one.

‘I hope not,’ piped the youngest.

They had come down to breakfast just like they did every morning. It was only when they were ready to leave that the ringing phone had stopped them.

‘You boys better shut that door tight,’ mother had called. ‘School’s closed.’

The three of them threw off bags and coats and danced around the kitchen table.

‘Out,’ mother’s voiced trailed after them as they thundered up the stairs.

They had crashed from bedroom to bedroom in search of alien bandits, chased pirates across the landing, sought dinosaurs behind the bath, and discovered gold in father’s study.

After a lunch of waffles, they felt drowsy, exhausted by their mammoth expeditions. They asked mother if they could turn the sofa and watch for what the town expected, awaited. They sat, three wise monkey-like, looking out, examining. The scene was the same as usual but, as the afternoon strolled towards evening, the sky darkened. The clouds ceased their scudding and piled into one another, growing and rising.

Mother banked up the fire. The youngest dozed between his brothers who re-ran the battles of the morning, devising alternative tactics to rout the bandits once and for all. They were so engrossed that they almost missed it and the youngest, roused and refreshed, claimed to have seen it first.

When he woke, the plain view outside was gone. Every flat surface glistened with the kiss of frost, the amber-glow of street lights sparkled in the distance, and the clouds hung low like over-due cows.

And then it happened. About the size of a marrowfat pea, the colour and consistency of marshmallow, taking the course of a stunned fly, the first flake of winter fell.



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