Sarah Ann Hall

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

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OLWG#71 – haiku and shadorma – #micropoetry

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Time has condensed, disappeared, filled up with lots of other stuff that has to come first, which is why I’m answering the New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts for last week before the previous one’s, and I’m not going to look at this week’s in case they take me on another journey.

To make sure I get something posted, I’ve reverted to micropoetry and I’m hoping time and life return to normal soon.

Thank you Thom for another set of stimulating prompts. I am working on the monsters’ one – I have a setting and characters, but the plot’s a little thin right now.



snakes are everywhere

come rain or shine she carries

a knife in her boot



Trend expert

in must have items.

Art deco


wants fine and unique objects;

searches world markets.



start with baby steps

hop skip jump fall recover

stride with confidence


This week’s prompts are:

  1. a knife in her boot
  2. art deco
  3. start with baby steps


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

October 14, 2018 at 12:09 pm

OLWG#64&65 – Afternoon Stroll

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I struggled for a long time staring at last week’s New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts and got nowhere. Then I looked at this week’s and had a way in to the characters in the story below.

Thank you Thom for being patient with me again.


Afternoon Stroll

Brains and Darlene, lifelong friends and members of the local painting group, are chatting as they walk to class.

‘It’s true what they say, you never know who your friends are until it’s important.’

‘Brains, what are you muttering about?’

‘I don’t know who you are anymore, Darlene.’

‘Just because I confessed I don’t like the Beats.’

‘Just because – ’

‘It’s ancient history, Brains. They are ancient history. And weren’t they just a little bit over-rated; establishment boys with contacts?’

‘Over-rated? Establishment? I – I – ’

‘Oh stop being so melodramatic.’

‘But I’ve known you since high school and now it seems like I’ve never known you.’

‘Brains, with all your brains, I thought you would have known we are not set forever. Our brains are fluid and malleable until the age of 24. And hell, I never liked the beat poets when we were in school. I didn’t get poetry. And it isn’t something I’ve grown to love. Unlike blue cheese. I didn’t like that in school, but I can’t get enough of it now.’

‘You’re comparing Kerouac and Burroughs to cheese.’

‘Nope. But if that helps you understand, go for it.’

‘You know, Darlene, in the desert, no one can hear you scream?’

‘Who you quoting now? You know I don’t remember anything apart from telephone numbers and cake recipes. It’s the differences between us that make us interesting to each other. The differences are why we’re friends, and have been the last 30-years.’

‘Brains, will you stop staring at me like I’ve gone mad, or you have. We disagree on one thing, about some measly unimportant writing. We agree on a lot more, like Mrs. Hogan’s flapjacks are the best whatever Lavinia says. And we agree that the jumped-up director of last year’s Christmas show did nothing to promote the underdeveloped characters on the stage.’

‘Okay, I’ll give you that, but honestly, Darlene, you don’t like Ginsberg and Snyder and Corso?

‘Nope. But you and I both know Elizabeth Fratelli’s rendering of sunflowers looks like a bowl of custard, and Miriam Cole’s watercolour of the playground looks like it was done by a kid rather than being a picture of kids.’

‘She said, if she squinted, ‘just so’ you could make out every house in the village in that painting.’

‘Her ‘just so’s’ really get me down. I don’t believe a word that woman says anymore. She said if I added vanilla one drop at a time ‘just so’ to my scone mix, it would cook better than ever.’

‘Did it?’

‘Those were the biscuits you had last week, Brains.’


‘I think ‘oh’ about covers it. Damn I’ve just remembered, Mrs. Hogan is away this week.’

‘No flapjacks.’


‘Shall we delay our arrival and pop into Munchkins?’

‘Just what I was thinking. Which just goes to show.’


‘That we know each other really well. And that this beat thing is just something best forgotten.’

‘Go easy with that, Darlene.’

‘I don’t mean you need to forget your poetical heroes, or whatever they are. I just mean we don’t need to talk, or argue, about them again. It’s much more fun when we agree to bitch about Lavinia’s awful taste in smock-skirt combinations.’

‘That it is. That it is.’

‘So, what you planning on getting in Munchkins? Flapjack? Cupcake? Iced bun?’

‘Cinnamon whorl.’

‘Really, Brains? I mean really.’

‘It’s true what you said earlier, Brains. Sometimes you never really do know your friends.’


#64 prompts were:

  1. beat poets
  2. go easy with that, Darlene
  3. in the desert

#65 prompts are:

  1. you never know who your friends are
  2. if she squinted, just so,
  3. the underdeveloped characters


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

August 30, 2018 at 7:42 pm

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#45 – #micropoetry – cinquain, tanka, limerick,

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When I saw the #45 New Unofficial On-Line Writer’s Guild prompts, the Geronimo Green prompt immediately made me think of a limerick, so I did some googling and came up with this informative link. I’m not sure my limerick works – the last line feels as if it needs an extra syllable.

Thank you to Thom for hosting these each week and stretching my writing muscles.




Alone. Solo.

Never my intention.

To be a regretful woman.



At least fifty pounds

He spread his arms wide and winked

Perfect scales, bright eyes

A competition winner

If it hadn’t swum away


There once was a girl from Mill Hill

Who liked nothing more than a thrill

Geronimo Green

Created a scene

When he kissed her she screamed most shrill


This week’s prompts are:

  1. at least fifty pounds
  2. never my intention
  3. Geronimo Greene

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

April 16, 2018 at 7:56 pm

OLWG#41 – #micropoetry – shadorma

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I decided to try some shadorma in an attempt to address the OLWG #41 prompts in good time. Two came quickly and relatively easy to mind, but one was reluctant to play ball. I’m not sure the last of these says anything at all, but the first one is a bit of fun.

Thanks to TNKerr for posting and hosting every week.



She likes jokes,

playing tricks, teasing.

‘Pull my thumb,’

she hisses.

Her prosthetic arm flies off.

She crumples, giggling


Movie trip:

Classic film weekend.



‘Have we seen this already?’

‘Many times, grandma.’


Good morning.

Howdy. How are you?


G’day mate.

It’s just a figure of speech.

Nowt to fret over.


Written by Sarah Ann

March 19, 2018 at 1:05 pm

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 #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

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