‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Final Image Prompt for 2020. Week #29 Entry Part 5) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 5) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #29. FINAL IMAGE PROMPT for 2020.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and the contribution.pexels-frans-van-heerden-830829

The rainbow bridge from Valhalla
Appeared for a small moment in time
Bathed in orange, the colour to change your luck
Inviting you to take a chance
Walk across, a rare gift from Odin
He is not known for his kindness towards mortals
Do you have the courage to take the first step?
See what Odin has in store
For anyone daring enough to take up his offer
Remember, he is known as the Trickster
Mostly for changing his mind
It would be my luck to have him change his mind
Just as I reach the middle of the bridge
Leaving me God knows where
I would say, beware gifts from the Gods
They are rarely what they seem…

© anita dawes 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #29 Final Image Prompt for 2020. Entry Part 4) by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 4)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Final Image Prompt for 2020. Week #29.
Today I’m featuring a contribution By D L Finn.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and D.L.Finns contribution.

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This image reminded me of dreams that were just out of reach. I wrote a few Tanka poems about that. This is the one that fits the picture the best.

Tanka is 5/7/5/7/7.

THE PATHWAY

Life’s long pathway

Tugs me towards its promise

Always out of reach…

Undeterred, I keep going

Until I reach my rainbow.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Final Prompt for 2020. Week #29 Entry Part 3) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” FINAL PROMPT FOR 2020. Week #29.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by  Gwen Plano.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here’s the image prompt and the contribution by Gwen Plano.

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We are united through our hope as we are united in our sorrows. We are family.

As family, we leave this year transformed by the storms of chaos and fear. We have all suffered. We have all despaired. And yet, rainbows appear. Some fill our skies, some reach us through a letter or another simple act of kindness. Always, rainbows tell us there is a reason for hope. Love alone can guide us, and guide us it must.

​My simple Haiku response to the prompt …

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Final Prompt for 2020. Week #29 Entry Part 2) by Mark Bierman @mbiermanauthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Final Prompt for 2020 … Week #29.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Mark Bierman.

 I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and Mark’s contribution.

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Mandy swished her bug net in the air as she raced down the board walk. The sound added to her excitement. First day of summer break from boring school and mean Mrs. Harris, the worst teacher, ever, and now this! A rainbow waited at the end of the boardwalk.

Her backpack was a snuggly fit and loaded with three mason jars, stolen from Mommy’s supply, air holes poked into the lids, of course. Her magnifying glass clinked against it. Strawberry yogurt tubes, pixie sticks from last Halloween, and granola bars were stuffed beside them. She should have brought grape juice, but that would have added weight. Boy, as she thirsty.

Her toe caught something, and she tumbled onto the planks, scraping her knees bloody. Mandy was no crybaby, but she winced as she wiped away sand and blood. She was wasting time, and the fairies would heal her. At least they’d better, or she’d never let them go.

Mandy suddenly felt bad. Last night, her family had watched a show about poachers who killed elephants for their tusks, and that had made her cry. Was trapping rainbow fairies the same? No! She wasn’t mean like them, or even like Mrs. Harris. The woman was probably in Africa right now, poaching elephants to make ivory pens to use when marking all the answers wrong on Mandy’s tests.

Angry, she launched herself up and ran cheetah speed towards the rainbow.

Mommy had started this. She’d looked out the dining room window and told Mandy and her rotten brother, Max, about the rainbow.

Max kept chomping his cereal like a cow, it was amazing that food stayed in his mouth. It wasn’t a video game, so he didn’t care.

Mandy loved movies about fairies and went to look.

“How do fairies create those beautiful colors?”

Mommy had smiled. She was about to answer, but Max spit out his breakfast and started to laugh like a hyena.

“You’re sooo dumb! Rainbows are caused by sunlight and water droplets.”

Mommy got mad and made him stop. She said that Mandy has a wonderful imagination. Max had to say sorry and clean up the mess.

He grumbled, and Mandy stuck out her tongue.

“She’s sticking out her tongue! Look!”

Her tongue was back in before Mommy could see.

Mommy rubbed her forehead and told Max to finish up. Neither of them should look at each other. She had to work, which meant going upstairs to her computer.

Mandy told her that she was going outside to play.

Mommy left and Max finished cleaning. As he left, he said that she was stupid.

Mandy had quickly gone to work getting the things she needed and now here she was. The rainbow was close.

A beautiful butterfly crossed her path. Its large wings were blue as Mommy’s eyes. Mandy had heard that fairies liked to ride butterflies when their own wings grew tired. If she caught them, a butterfly would cheer them up.

The butterfly had flown across the railing, to catch it, she would have to climb over. You weren’t supposed to do that, because it would interfere with the animals and plants that lived there. Mandy looked around and didn’t see anyone. She grabbed the railing and climbed over.

Her feet hit the ground and she ran after the butterfly. It turned out to be a very quick and smart insect. It would land on a piece of grass and wait for the net to come but at the last second, fly off. Mandy could almost hear its tiny laugh.

The chase lasted a long time, but she finally caught it, put it in the jar, and closed the lid.

She looked towards the rainbow, but it was gone! Oh no! They must have seen her catch the butterfly and got scared.

Inside the jar, the blue wings flapped like crazy as the butterfly tried to escape. Mandy suddenly felt ashamed. She was like those poachers, and meaner than Mrs. Harris, ivory pen or not. The fairies probably hated her, and she would never get another chance to catch them, not that she wanted to, anymore.

There was only one thing to do, and she hoped that if they saw it, they would at least not hate her so much. She opened the jar and let the butterfly out.

Mandy turned away, sad and guilty. The next time she saw a rainbow, she’d just appreciate the fairies for the beautiful creatures they were.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Final Prompt for 2020. Week #29 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” FINAL IMAGE FOR 2020 Week #29.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1)By John Howell and Entry 2) My own contribution.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

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This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“If I hadn’t had three margaritas, Marge, I’d swear I see a rainbow in the desert.”

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A few words about my own contribution.

Thanks so much for joining me here. This will be the final prompt for 2020. Thank you all for taking part in the journey. I have always been humbled in the presence of Rainbows. For me they speak of life’s journey. They speak of beginnings and endings. They gift us with hope to light the way into an uncertain future.

The nightmare year that has been 2020 is coming to its own end. I had so much I wanted to say yet I struggled with the way to find the words, and then a memory caught my attention. A sweet memory of a marvelous poem that says it all for me.

I share it with you here, along with the marvelous musical adaptation. There have been a few recordings over the years but this one is for me the most moving.

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DESIDERATA

By

Max Ehrmann.

Desiderata

GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

By Max Ehrmann © 1927

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #29 Final Image Prompt for 2020! Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #29.

Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Please put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at My email address. by ,DEADLINE: 4pm EDT on Thursday, DECEMBER 17th. Subject: Fiction in a Flash Challenge. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be much appreciated.

 I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM.

Please note that This image will be the FINAL Prompt for 2020. 

I’ll take this opportunity to say Thank You to all the amazingly talented and supportive people who have either contributed or offered their thoughtful comments during the year. I extend to all of you my wishes and prayers for a Joyous, Peaceful and safe Holiday season.

The FIRST Image Prompt for 2021 will go up on Sunday, January 3rd.

Here is the FINAL Image Prompt for 2020. Week #29.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #28 Entry Part 5) by Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 5) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #28.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Jacquie Biggar

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and the contribution.

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And They’re Off

We’d been driving for what felt like hours, when truthfully, the clock said it was barely noon. Still, I’d been waiting for this day forever, and now that it was here, I couldn’t wait to get there.

I glanced out the back window of the truck for the hundredth time, hardly believing the shiny red Mustang we were hauling was mine.

“You sure you’re up for it?” my dad asked, sending me a grin that lit up his face and added deep crinkles around his green eyes.

“Are you kidding?” I puffed out my chest, wishing it was as broad and strong as his. “I’m going to take that trophy home, Dad. Wait and see.”

We’d been working on the sports car for three years now. Dad bought it as a project- something to doodle with on the weekends. Before long, I was racing home from school and begging him to put some extra time into the old girl. No one believed me when I told them I owned a ’69 Mustang Mach I (well, me and Dad), but they would have to believe it after today. Journalists and TV crews would be on site to record the event and Dad had reluctantly agreed to let me drive. I was about to become the cool kid- for once.

The mile 97 marker flew by and Dad slowed and signaled to the right as a pitted asphalt road appeared between two sandy hills dotted with mesquite bushes.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” I asked, staring at the barren landscape.

“They’ve held the race here for twenty years,” he replied. “It’s right. You know, it’s not too late to back out. We could go home, light up the barbeque…”

“No, Dad. I want to do this. Please.” I hid my fisted hands in my jacket, not wanting him to think I was nervous, though my pulse raced.

“Okay, Son. Just remember what I told you-“

“I know. First is fine, but fifth will fly.” I grinned to let him see I was fine. It was going to be great. It was only a quarter mile, what could go wrong?

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Lined up at the start line with screaming engines on either side of me and the stench of burning rubber filling my lungs, I felt the first real moment of panic. Maybe I’d made a mistake. The other drivers had years of experience over me- matter of fact it was all the journalists could harp on- stressing me and my dad out when we needed to be concentrating on that bright red and white fence blocking the road. We’d been warned not to go past the road closed sign, not that it should be a problem, the race ended far short of there.

A few seconds from now and it would be over.

Three.

Two.

One.

Go.

The flag waved and we were off in a streak of glory, flying down the road with motors roaring, the sun shining, and the thrill coursing through my veins. My hand and foot coordination that I’d been practicing for so long, paid off. I zipped into second and started to gain on the lead car. Third gear, I made it even with his back tire. Fourth and I was climbing up on the passenger door. I glanced across and met a dark, resolute gaze and knew I had to move fast or he would be gone.

I gave her more gas and counted in my head as the revs climbed. Almost there. Almost… slamming my foot onto the clutch, I smoothly shifted to fifth and held on as the monster under the hood was unleashed.

The other car disappeared but I didn’t even care anymore, too caught up in the euphoric feeling of flying. We became one with the wind, the earth little more than a brown blur sliding past the side windows. I couldn’t believe we’d done it, Dad and I. We’d built a fire-breathing dragon and she had destroyed the competition.

I threw my head back and laughed, giddy with joy. No one was going to call me lamebrain or douchebag again. I’d shown them. Next week I planned to…

Bam. The car slammed through the fence, splintering the boards like toothpicks. The journalists froze, their mouths dropping open comically as the red Mustang took air and flipped end for end, over and over until it finally plowed into the gravel pile at the end of the road.

Dust rose and even from a distance it was easy to see no one could have survived. The boy’s dad let out an anguished cry, like that of a wounded animal, and started toward the car at an uneven gait that soon became a desperate marathon of hope. Emergency personal followed, some on foot, some in eerily silent cars, the exhilaration of the day gone, filled instead with horror and empathy for the father who’d lost his boy.

A month later, a write-up of the event and the death of one of its own was highlighted on the front page of the paper and the high school mourned along with the family. Kids talked about the quiet boy who loved to spend time on the weekends with his father working on cars, and never again did anyone call him a lamebrain.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #28 Entry Part 4) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 4)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #28. Today I’m featuring a contribution from Roberta Eaton Cheadle
Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and Roberta’s Contribution.

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A closed road may be

A new opportunity

Disguised as the end

But actually the start

of a more successful route

By Roberta Eaton Cheadle

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #28 Entry Part 3) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #28.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by  Gwen Plano.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here’s the image prompt and the contribution by Gwen Plano.

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This image brought me back to my youth. My dad would take my sibs and me for rides over the dunes. Sometimes we ventured into the bombing range, where there were signs similar to the prompt. Most said, “Do Not Enter.” Dad was a very law-abiding man, but occasionally, he’d bend the rules for buggy riding.

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THE LAST RIDE

​James, you saw the sign. We can’t do this.

Says who?

The authorities! You know what the sign means.

Yeah, but I don’t see any aircraft, do you?

No, but they could arrive at any moment.

And what of it? If we spot one, I’ll turn back.

You still broke the law.

It says road closed. It doesn’t say anything about goin’ off-road.

Well, the meaning is clear.

Ah, come on, Lauretta. I just want one more ride!

You’re not a kid anymore, James.

Yeah, one of the reasons I need to do this.

Wait, I hear one. Maybe two.

The bombers? I don’t hear em.

James! Listen!

Okay, I hear em. I won’t go near the target.

That’s not good enough! The new pilots are practicing!

Just a little further. One more hill. I need to see it.

You’re a stubborn old mule, James.

Let me turn the buggy around. There! Take a gander, Lauretta. Ain’t she beautiful?

Oh my … a patchwork of fields. You’re right, the valley is beautiful.

Nothin’ quite like it. I just needed one more look before it’s time.

You’ll have many more years, James.

Doctor says otherwise and you know it.

Oh my gosh, that was a close one! Let’s get out of this bombing range.

Well, my love, buckle your seat belt. We’re gonna fly over these hills! 

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #28 Entry Part 2) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 2) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #28.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 2) by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing.  Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt and the contribution.

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The sign reads Road Closed
It should be World Closed
It’s no longer spinning
In a way we understand
Thank God for human nature
There are so many that fight on,
they won’t have a bar of this closure
Without breaking the rules
They manage to keep their chins up
Spread cheer and help where they can
Just remember,
it truly is a wonderful world,
as we head towards 2021
I hope the world can spin
The way we remember
Where we can act
without double thinking every move
Touch without fear
A little voice in my head screams No!
The world has forever changed
An even louder voice says Don’t be daft
Leopards don’t change their spots…

© anita dawes 2020

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