Sarah Ann Hall

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Not #FridayFictioneers – alternative haiku

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weekend holiday
forces FF desertion
back next week refreshed

 

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.

© Sandra Crook

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October 19, 2017 at 8:30 am

OLWG #19 & #20 – American Sentences – #amwriting

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I have been meaning to participate in the OLWG (The New, Unofficial, On-line Writer’s Guild) writing challenges ever since they started. Three prompts are provided weekly to write to, you pick one, two or three, and post your response (full details here.) I made sure I stuck to Guideline 7 and had fun.

When TN Kerr posted about American sentences, with a great explanation and terrific examples, I saw a way in. This week I’m catching up on OLWG prompts #19 and #20. I’ve taken each one and used it as a title to set the context of my American sentences – 17-syllables left to right. I might have taken the prompts too literally, as I scribbled these in a quiet moment at work when I should have been paying more attention to what was going on around me.

 

My names not Bud

Clean and dry. Light and fizzy. Suited to a good meal as well as fries.

 

Southern Comfort and Smoke

After the lynching came the fires. She loved ol’ school hospitality.

 

Pull on Your Coat

Sky turns black. Wind whipping trees and tugging loose flesh. Deluge imminent.

 

Dirty Little Secrets

Going through paperwork when Mum died, I found out who my father was.

 

The Cure is Worse

Car runs red light. Numerous ops later he pleads for amputation.

 

Nothing they tell you is real

News report: battles lost; water shortages. “Life goes on as normal.”

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 18, 2017 at 3:26 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 13/10/17 – Angry Bird

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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.

The character below jumped out of Doug’s photo and my story wrote itself this week, so strong is the voice that wanted to be heard. In fact, it’s so strong I’ve been unable to edit it, so let me know how the below can be improved .

Thank you Rochelle for hosting and to Doug for the photo.

Angry Bird

(Genre: humour; 100-words)

‘Hey you! What ya doing? He’s made the effort to catch me and hold me up to the camera, the least you could do is get me in focus. You blind or summat? What’s so interesting over there anyway? You a spy? See something you need to take a closer peek at? DO IT LATER. I am the star of this picture, and I’m getting squeezed here in this keen little fist. Concentrate on me. You’re not getting my best side. Hey, I’m talking to you. You deaf as well as blind? Or just ignorant? Where you going now? Hey!’

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 13, 2017 at 11:21 am

#FridayFictioneers – 6/10/17 – Lost in Translation

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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.


 

Trying to erect a polycarbonate wall in the dark has put me back this week, so I’ve not done the editing I would have liked on the below. Ted’s picture immediately reminded me of a story I wrote an age ago for Andy’s Two for Tuesday, but Friday Fictioneers is all about the new and responding to a prompt, not recycling. So the old story is here for anyone who wants to see where Death Takes a Holiday.

Thanks, as always to Rochelle and Ted.

 

 

Lost in Translation

(Genre: general fiction/ humour; 100-words)

 

‘Athens. Shanghai. Luxor. Paris. Barcelona. Berlin. Our very own world tour.’

‘Constantinople.’

‘Istanbul.’

‘Whatever.’

‘Venice. The Bridge of Sighs. Gondolas.’

‘Do you think they’ll be pirates?’

‘In Venice?’

‘Anywhere.’

‘Around some African coasts maybe, but security is high everywhere these days. We’re going to have a safe and happy six months away.’

‘Six weeks, you mean.’

‘We can’t see anything in six weeks. Let alone feel, taste, touch.’

‘I’m not into tasting too much foreign stuff. They have bad drains you know.’

‘We discussed this. Six months travelling before we’re too old and decrepit.’

‘I know I said –’

‘Bye Bill.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

October 6, 2017 at 9:59 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 15/9/17 – Out of the Mouths of Babes

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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.

This week I’ve written more of a vignette that a full story, but it’s the one thing that came to mind on seeing the prompt, and stayed there.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Kelvin M. Knight for this week’s photo.

 

 

Out of the Mouths of Babes

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

‘Stop playing with your food. Children are starving in Africa.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I said so.’

‘No, why are children starving when the world is full of fat people and supermarkets throw food away everyday?’

‘Because they are there and we are here.’

‘Oranges come from Spain, we eat Australian lamb, and bananas grow in South America. Food moves around all the time. Why not to the starving people?’

‘It’s to do with economics.’

‘Is that the same as being greedy and selfish?’

‘Not really, although it can seem that way.’

‘Will it always be like that?’

‘I imagine so, unfortunately.’

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 15, 2017 at 8:06 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 8/9/17 – The Long and Winding Road

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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 last Friday Fictioneers story in July took a song title for its title. On seeing this week’s prompt, I immediately thought to use another – all credit to the Beatles this time.

Having not written a word for over a month, I’m a little rusty, so criticise and comment away on the below.

With thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Danny Bowman for this week’s photo.

 

 

The Long and Winding Road

(Genre: general fiction; 100-words)

She stands by the grave alone, broken; then shuffles away.

They made a good second marriage: she looked after his children; he provided for them all. The sun shone. It wasn’t until the children made their own ways that the clouds gathered. Bitterness became blame, and blows rained.

At the lychgate she pauses, considers looking back, but fixes her gaze forwards and increases her pace.

He is buried beside the house, as dictated; his children’s house. She is leaving both. She has her life to live, desires to fulfil.

By the time she reaches the road, head high, she’s running.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 7, 2017 at 8:08 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 28/7/17 – Hanging on the Telephone

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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 being late last week, I’m early this. Two things immediately popped into my head when I saw this week’s prompt: (1) why is there a telephone in a toilet? (it’s the tiles and window), and (2) a song from which I’ve borrowed my title.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and J Hardy Carroll for this week’ photo.

This will be my last FF entry for a while as August is earmarked for decorating. I’m going to be up to my elbows in paint and sawdust with nowhere to sit and work.

 

© J Hardy Carroll

 

Hanging on the Telephone

(Genre: reportage/ humour; 100-words)

 

(Between events Eva paces flat, reads, hoards writing materials.)

Day 1. Eva skips to the post office; sends novel submission; skips home, grinning.

Days 29, 56, 72. Repeats of Day 1. Skipping and grinning reduce.

Days 133, 175, 212. Eva emails agents first three chapters.

Day 248. Eva receives ‘near miss’ response. Small smile.

Day 329. Eva receives request for full manuscript. Grins and dances.

Day 396. Eva, busy reading contract from agent, rushes to answer phone, trips.

Day 414. Police find Eva with landline phone cord twisted around neck.

Day 596-onwards. Eva’s posthumously published novel a best seller.

 

 

 

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