Sarah Ann Hall

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OLWG#66 – Let’s Party

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Sometimes I look at the New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts and think they belong together. They could almost tell a story all by themselves. Hence my short and sweet offering of 100-words this week. Thank you Thom.

 

Let’s Party

‘I’m having a party and I’m inviting all my favourite people: You, of course, and Melissa and Josh and Pippa and Freddie and Lena and Charles and George and Dominque and Isabelle and Pete and –

‘When’s this party?’

‘Next Saturday. I’ve hired the bowling alley.’

‘You want us all to shoot pins all day?’

‘Well, that was the idea. Me and my bestest friends.’

‘You booked the venue already?’

‘Yep.’

‘You gonna phone or email everyone to invite them in time?’

‘Hell no, I’m posting to Facebook. Telling the whole world.’

‘Well, you won’t be able to tell anyone else.’

 


 

This week’s prompts are:

  1. you won’t be able to tell anyone else
  2. well, that was the idea
  3. all my favourite people

 

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

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

September 6, 2018 at 7:47 pm

OLWG#56 – When Paul Was Five – #amwriting

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He is my response to this week’s New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild Prompts. This was fun to write, but didn’t take 25-minutes at all. It took a while longer and still needs re-editing and tweaking to make it better. Thank you Thom for the prompts that could only go one way for me this week.

 

When Paul Was Five

Clare decided long in advance that Paul should have a pirate-themed party for his fifth birthday. She collected together suitable detritus from the local charity shops – a squawking purple parrot on a perch, a sailing boat made of matches that was strictly hands-off, and various plastic chests of dubious treasure. With all the props she needed, Claire spent the two weeks leading up to the party making individual hats for the children expected, and hoped there would be no last minute invites as Paul made and broke buccaneers, or pushy parents approached with grappling irons. Paul was tasked with making all the swords, in cardboard of course. He and his father spent the month of weekends prior to the party’s launch decorating each sword hilt to match its owner. Paul was up on piratical law and myth, and there were runic decorations and symbols that had to be attached to explain the power and mastery of his crew in marauding and other plundering pastimes. Various pasta shapes, cotton reels, glitter, dyed string, and lots of paint, were used to make these messages clear.

As far as Clare was concerned, the only thing missing before the day was a pirate-themed magician. True, one wasn’t strictly necessary, but she needed some form of entertainment to keep the excitable little sea rats enraptured to save the tears as flimsy swords collapsed. A clown was not appropriate, balloon benders a bit old hat, and Clare searched long and hard but came up with no one suitable.

She discussed her dilemma at church and Phil, the cousin of the pastor’s wife, volunteered to come along. He had been in the merchant navy years since and had some treasures of his own he said he could bring, as well as photos and tales of tattooed peoples and brain-eaters. Clare was grateful, but pointed out the kids were only five and brain eating wasn’t necessarily appropriate. And could he please steer clear of voodoo and zombie tales. Clare didn’t want to be responsible for twenty families experiencing nightmares in the following weeks.

The day arrived: the kids played and ate, with only two throwing up from overindulgence. They fought and won their battles, cardboard swords starting to droop, leaving pasta and glitter all over the floor, and then they sat down to hear from Filibuster Phil, a man who had been to sea and see, and seen it all. Phil, as well as adopting a new moniker, revelled in his role and regaled them with stories of spotting enemy ships from the crows’ nest, being lashed to the mast to survive humungous storms, visiting islands of painted peoples, and the abilities of shipmates with peg-legs and hooked-hands. The children gaped and gasped in all the right places.

Phil’s last tale was one about the ghosts of Glummer Caves, that stole the breath out of you should you espy them. There was a rumour that if you ever stood inside the cave, a ghost might follow you all your life and use the least expected moment to take your breath. Phil paused before the punchline, his head forward like a stretching tortoise, his arms and legs akimbo like a cartoon scaredy cat, and then he tumbled gently to the floor. The kids loved it, and after a moment’s silence were cheering and crying for more. They carried on hooting, picking up their swords, as half the parents shooed them from the room and the other half picked Phil’s still body from the floor. With the children safely around the food table or in the garden, the first-aiders laid Phil on the floor, administered CPR, called an ambulance. All to no avail.

At school for the next six-months, Paul’s party was the best to have attended, ever. Clare, while not wanting to rush her baby boy to grow up, did look forward to the day he no longer hankered for birthday parties. It had been hard enough trying to keep up with Joneses, but topping the Glummer Ghosts catching up with Filibuster Phil was inconceivable.

 


 

This week’s prompts are:

  1. covered with glitter
  2. playing pirates
  3. life can end in the middle of a sentence

 

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 29, 2018 at 9:34 am

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;

Inviting;

Refreshing.

Watch out for the undertow!

Danger lurks beneath.

 

Notice.

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#52 – micropoetry

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I am behind with my responses to the New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild Prompts and so have returned to micropoetry in an attempt to get on top of my disorganisation.

Thanks and congratulations to TNKerr on posting these prompts for a whole year.

 

tanka

kids line up in rows

sit at desks in the classroom

what’s one more or less

when measles contagion hits

or a gunman visits school

 

 

American sentence

Love me. For me. Forever. Everything else is complicated.

 

 

Shadorma

Birthday cake,

Sandwiches and crisps.

Finger food

Nibbled at.

We say goodbye in circles,

Hugs until next time.

 


This week’s prompts are:

  1. what’s one more or less
  2. everything else is complicated
  3. we say goodbye in circles

 

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 3, 2018 at 2:40 pm

#FridayFictioneers – 14/7/17 – Nothing to Wear

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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.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Janet for the beautiful photo this week.

Nothing to Wear

(Genre: fantasy; 100-words)

As the warlock’s summer party approached, Zilla resolved to attend, only the choice of perfect attire proved confounding. She could charm a gown of exquisite beauty, pervade a captivating scent, and might catch an eye with augmented lashes. It wouldn’t be the first time she had used her skills to bewitch a beau. And it wouldn’t be the last. Zilla was weary of being alone. She wanted someone to love and share her world.

She pondered hard.

Zilla arrived in standard garb, enchantment free, the plain young witch she was. She mesmerised and enthralled, and left with like-minded mate.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

July 14, 2017 at 4:43 pm

#FiveSentenceFiction – Desolate

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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lille Mcferrin posts a one word inspiration. Anyone wishing to participate writes a five sentence story based on the prompt. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: DESOLATE

 

desolate

 

The Birthday Party

They are all here for her: smiles ever present, eyes sparkling at the pleasure of the occasion. Music throbs through the floorboards; beer and wine flows; food is nibbled from between fingertips or gets dropped and trampled into the carpet. She tries not to frown as she pushes her way through the steaming, jumping throng, desperate for air.

On the terrace she revels in the chill as goose-bumps rise on her skin and sweat shrinks away. She wishes her friends and family could disappear as quickly, leaving her to mark this equivocal milestone alone.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

June 4, 2013 at 8:27 pm

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