Sarah Ann Hall

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

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OLWG#55 -#micropoetry #amwriting

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I have returned to micropoetry this week for my response to the New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild because these prompts seemed to lend themselves that way, or it might be because cancelled appointments have been reinstated and I wondered if I’d have time to develop anything longer. So here are a shadorma, American Cinquain and tanka.

Thank you to TNKerr as ever for this week’s prompts.


Limpid pools:

Sunlight reflecting;



Watch out for the undertow!

Danger lurks beneath.



Look at these scars.

Open your eyes and ears.

Self-harm dulls the pain others cause.

Hear me.


when the boys arrive

the party will get started

alcohol will flow

they’ll dance and jive till cock crow

unless their brothers drive by



This week’s prompts are:

  1. limpid pools
  2. look at these scars
  3. when the boys arrive


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

June 20, 2018 at 4:13 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?



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



This week’s prompts are:

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



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

OLWG #37, 38 & 39 – micropoetry

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I seem to be stuck in a blackhole where time keeps racing away from me, which is a fancy way of saying I’m as disorganised and behind as ever. In this post I’ve address three week’s of On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. In order to make sure I take part before Easter, I’ve opted for haiku, tanka and American cinquain, admittedly focussing on syllable counts and none of the stresses.

Thank you to TN Kerr for hosting and making me word hard.




not today, thank you 

come back after the weekend

might have more time then


need more life lessons

don’t know enough about it 

forever learning


bedtime, go to sleep

hush baby, lay your head down

will you just shut up






mechanic struggles

to remove dent in car door

frustrated, chucks wrench.

‘I have extra suction cups’ 

offers helpful colleague, late.


a long black car streaks,

travels at speed along lanes

through the inky night.

excited driver hurries;

opportunities await.


ugh, did you see that?

granny pokes mother pokes child,

enjoy dinner out

people watching, commenting

casting views liberally





American Cinquain



It’s mostly true.

Only made up some bits

To add some interest and vim.





Married for years.

Happy and contented.

‘We don’t make much sense together.’






elicits derision.

Time to consider position.

New job.



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 1, 2018 at 12:46 pm

OLWG #23 – #micropoetry, #amwriting

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To keep me on my toes and make sure I participate, I’ve gone for a haiku, an American Sentence and an American Cinquain again to address this week’s Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts. Hopefully I’ll mix it up a bit next week but NaNoWriMo is currently taking up a bit of time.


Diamonds on my windshield
autumnal showers
parked cars await drenched walkers
glistening treasures


Try this
Bill skates, flips, slides, loops the loop, shimmies. Dan, watching, feels inadequate.


I think I have one right here
Jumps and dances
Grins, plays tricks, undermines
Attempting to make others laugh


Why not play along. Pick a prompt and spend 25-minutes writing something.

Written by Sarah Ann

November 7, 2017 at 11:03 pm

OLWG #22 – a haiku, an American sentence and an American Cinquain

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There are some things that, once started, are hard to stop. So it is that I’ve pitched up again with a response to this week’s OLWG prompts. Sticking to micro-poetry means I can actually respond to the prompt. I am not a poet, but I am having fun playing with these tight structures. Once again I’ve taken the prompts as my titles.


What happened here?
door hanging open
possessions strewn everywhere
neater than before


I have seen the devil
Social services: baby snatchers disguised as ordinary Joes.


She won’t be having any more
She hurts
Stomach bloated
Fizzy pop rebelling
Food dissolving, churning, turning


With thanks to the New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild and TN Kerr.

Written by Sarah Ann

November 2, 2017 at 3:10 pm

OLWG #21 – American Cinquains

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As usual, I’m a little late with these as the new OLWG (#22) prompts are already up, but I’ve had fun this week attempting to write American Cinquains. These are 5-lined poems with a 2, 4 ,6, 8, 2 syllable pattern. For a more eloquent description, click here. The titles below are the prompts.


I’m gonna be late for work


But not in time

To catch the non-stop bus

Jump on bike, race away quickly

And hope



Mud caked

Grey wallowing

Bulbous flanks, massive jaws

River horses dancing in lakes

Thick skinned


Wait till your father gets home


She thinks I am

Know I’m supposed to be

But dad doesn’t care about me

I know


They had one greedy son


Ate for them all

Forty-inch chest aged ten

Racing towards diabetes

Too soon


King of Clubs



To upset he causes

Committee will have him replaced

In time


I do

He asked

I smiled, said yes

My life became weddings

Dresses, seating plans and favours




With thanks to the New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild for these prompts and a new challenge.


Written by Sarah Ann

October 30, 2017 at 6:21 pm

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