Sarah Ann Hall

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

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OLWG #27 and #28

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Here are my responses to two sets of OLWG prompts because I’m very behind at the moment, but I do enjoy the challenge of coming up with something for these. This week I’ve been superbly lazy and incorporated the prompts in my short pieces, as that gave me even fewer words to come up with. Sticking to the tried and tested I’ve gone for a haiku, American sentence and cinquain for each set of prompts. Thanks as ever to TNKerr and the OLWG for these.



full moon plundering

people asleep in their beds

get away with it


Auntie loved cats. Here near constant refrain, ‘Here kitty, kitty, kitty.’



How do you plead?

They shouldn’t ask me that.

Don’t know. Can’t remember. Don’t care.

Death row.




putting on a show to woo

those we love or need


Grandfather loved gratuitous sex and violence. Grandma left him.


Hoped for,

and there it was:

All she could ever need.

Her prayers answered by living souls.




Written by Sarah Ann

December 17, 2017 at 1:22 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 14/12/12 – Christmas Cheer

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Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photo prompt for writers to write 100-words of prose or poetry. Each Friday (or earlier) writers from around the world post their stories.

I’m posting on Thursday to make sure I get round to it this week.

See what others made of the photo here:

This week's photo courtesty of Douglas M. MacIlroy

This week’s photo is courtesy of Douglas M. MacIlroy

Christmas Cheer (100-words)

‘Honey, I don’t understand.’

He watched her scowl. The backdoor slammed.

What had got into her? She usually piled his papers to clear the kitchen table. Today she’d upended the lot: books, notes, empty coffee mugs.

Why was it so important that he helped her with the shopping? And what had she said about Christmas? No room to stuff and pack? At least he’d saved his laptop from her ire.

‘I know,’ he said, as he crunched across the lawn. ‘I’ll clear some space in the garage, type away, be finished by Christmas. She’ll love my book as her present.’



I never did get round to posting last week’s story. I love this photo from Rich Voza. It conjures all sorts of institutional thoughts for me. Here’s my extremely belated take on it.


(100 words)

‘Welcome to Tomorrow is Today Incorporated. On this orientation tour, you will learn who lives behind each of these doors.’

A nod of the head; supercilious grin.

‘Take note, people. This is your future.’

Arms outstretched in a death welcome.

‘Let’s begin our journey together.’

‘On my left we have Mr. Smith, Head of Development.’

His arm swung out, straightened.

‘On the right is Ms. Uphill, Communications Manager.’

The clockwork arm followed a minuscule turn of the head.

‘Second on the left – ‘

As the group shuffled forwards, Sasha ran. On the street, escaping artificiality, she breathed life-giving air.


Read the other stories the photo inspired here:

Written by Sarah Ann

December 13, 2012 at 8:42 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 5/10/12 – The End of Summer

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Each week Madison Woods publishes a photo prompt for writers to conjure 100-words around – The Friday Fictioneers.



The End of Summer

A grandmother surveys her home. The children are gone, the space uncluttered. Silence pours from the crannies and the low lights of autumn settle on calm. Darkness will fall soon.

Months collapse into weeks collapse into days – the domino run of time.

Floorboards creak under footsteps; the walls hang heavy with colour. Bodies snake their way through surfaces laden with parcels and food. Squeals of laughter cut through a fog of orange, cinnamon and ginger. The miasma of hot air created by voice and oven escapes through open windows.

Everyone is smiling. And when the snow falls, they begin to sing.



Thanks to Rich for the title. I don’t usually start a story with a title, but, after reading Rich’s fall post, the light in Raina’s photo just had to be autumnal. As the story turned out, I’m not sure it fits its title now anyway.

Written by Sarah Ann

October 5, 2012 at 5:21 pm

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