‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #34 Entry 2) by Karen Ingalls @KIngallsAuthor and Entry 3) by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Parts 2) and 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #34
Today I’m featuring contributions from Karen Ingalls Entry 2) and Harmony Kent 3).
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.

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This ONE-LINE contribution from Karen Ingalls.

KAREN SAYS … In honor of John Howell, an author I admire whose sense of humor always brings a smile to my face.
 Hurry up, John, you’re holding up the line,” howelled his mother while she gave him a nudge.

Karen may be reached here …

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This contribution from Harmony Kent… Entry Part  3)

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Empty Planet

Only the elephants remember

The last dying embers

Of the human race

Mother Nature has embraced

And reclaimed

Her empty planet, maimed

Tentative, new born

The sun shines on this brave dawn

Clean water, glorious fresh air

Because they remember, the elephants dare

And Life begins again

As this empty planet nature does reclaim

© Harmony Kent 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #34 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @howellwave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #34.
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.

“Mama. What does the elephant in the room mean?”

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Here is my own contribution.

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ELEPHANTS.

Extinction. Level. Event. Protected. Habitat. Animal. Nursery. Transition. Stage. Identity #R47. 2046.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated. What you are about to witness is an historic moment. Your questions will be answered after the demonstration. For now, I ask that you utilize the ear pieces set for each of you and simply watch and … listen.

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“Move into the water, my son. There is nothing to harm you here. We will drink, and cool ourselves, then we’ll move into the depths of the shadows come nightfall.”

“Will there be others in the shadows, mother? Will there be more males of our kind?”

“Only in the memories we have of them, before they perished. I haven’t seen another male since my father was murdered when I was very young.”

“I don’t understand it. Did the Great Mother ordain it to be so?”

“The Great Mother of all things gave us droughts and flooding rains, but she never handed us more than what our kind could recover from. This was not in her plan. Your great-great grandmother shared her stories of survival with us, she spoke often of the times before our world changed.”

The young male heard the cry in her voice, “Was it so different then?”

“Yes, my son. For she spoke of our kind stretching in herds across the veld as far as the eye could see. She spoke of the dust clouds they caused simply because of their numbers. She shared her memory of the herd searching for water in the midst of the great drought, she laughed at the happy thoughts that finding it caused her. There was time made for play and celebration. Their only predator back then were the hunters, they came looking to inflate their ego’s by felling the largest animal on the planet. The killed many of our kind, but not in numbers sufficient to threaten our existence as a species.”

“Was it the ones you call poachers? Did they cause this event to come about?”

“They are directly responsible. They did not hunt for sport. They did not hunt to save their own offspring from starvation, they trapped our males and butchered them after only the tusks of Ivory. They hunted from Greed.”

“What is Greed?”

“It is when someone takes far more than they’ll ever need to survive. They would kill and keep on killing because there were others of their species prepared to pay them for the precious ivory.”

“So, this Greed is a human trait?”

“It appears that way, I know of no other animal that kills unless it is necessary to protect and feed themselves or their offspring. It seems that is reserved for the human-kind.”

“Aren’t these humans the same as the ones who are now trying to save us?”

“Yes, they are. I’m beginning to learn that this Greed thing is not present throughout their entire species. Our caregivers are proof of that. They appear to have made the survival of our species their life’s work.”

“But why?”

“I think it may be partly born from guilt that their own kind had brought us to extinction. It weighs heavily upon their collective conscience. But more than that I believe they want to return their world to a time before the innocence was lost forever. They cling to a belief that man can and must learn from his mistakes.”

“Is it only our kind that have reached extinction level?”

The young male watched the tears slide from her eyes as she shook her head, “No, son. There are many others.”

“Can they hope to save all of them?”

“They live with that hope. I’ve seen it in their faces as they’ve watched you grow.”

“You told me I was not born of your body. I don’t understand that. You see me as your son though. I know it.”

“You are known as a replicant in their language. I only know that when they brought you to me you had yet to take your first independent breath of air. It was I who helped you to stand for the first time. Your diet was supplemented by the humans but you became my son from that moment and forever after.”

“I’m thankful, mother.”

“As am I, my child.

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“Question time, ladies and gentlemen.”

“Those voices we heard they were some sort of voice over app. Yes?”

“No, sir. We now have the capability of listening to them and translating what they communicate into a language we can recognize.”

“Are they aware of that?”

“They are an intelligent species. I believe that they do know.”

“How many more Replicants like this one exist?”

“This one is number 47. We still have a long way to go before Elephants can be removed from the Extinction Level Event category.”’

“The world will now be watching and waiting.”

“They have always watched and waited. We need them to do more than that. We need them to pray.”

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Edmund burke

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ New Image Prompt #Week 34. Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021″  WEEK #34.

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, February 4th.  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.

Here is the image prompt for this week.

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Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

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‘Fiction In A Flash challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Entry Part 7 by Karen Ingalls @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #33
Today I’m featuring a contribution from Karen Ingalls
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 Karen’s Contribution.

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Here is Karen’s Tanka poem based on the photo prompt.

A Word from Karen “Cherishing each day is an important part of my life. When I was diagnosed with cancer, I made a conscious decision to live each moment with love as best as I could. There is a wonderful song by Jason Mraz titled “Living in the Moment,” which describes my philosophy so beautifully. Here it is for you to enjoy!”

Karen may be reached here …

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021. Week #33 Entry Part 6) by Paula Light @lightm0tifs #IARTG #WRITINGCOMMUNITY #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #33.

Today I’m featuring contributions from Paula Light

This is the 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 Paula’s Contribution.

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This part of the coast wasn’t gentle and calm, but rough and wild, too dangerous to surf. Boulders rose out of the water like majestic dragon spines and broken glass littered the shoreline. She found the scene appealing, for it matched her savage mood. She had no desire for her fierce energy to go back into hiding; she wanted to nurture it to its fullest potential. Would that lead to her ruin? She didn’t know. But she would now attempt to live as she pleased, no matter the outcome. As the fiery sun sank into the swirling sea, she knew it was time to begin.

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Written for Fiction in a Flash #33.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Entry Part 5) by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 5)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021. Week #33.

Today I’m featuring a contribution by Harmony Kent.

 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 Harmony’s Contribution.

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Ocean of Existence

I always thought that death by drowning would be peaceful. I don’t know why. Perhaps all those depictions in movies where the victim drifts serenely down into the dark depths, arms suspended in the water above, and wrists and fingers limp, led me into the lie.

My death didn’t happen like that. Not in the slightest.

The tangerine sky, susurration of the surf, and waves lapping and caressing the protruding rocks awed me and lulled me into a false sense of security and wellbeing.

If you ever get the silly notion to go for a midnight swim after you’ve had a few, my advice to you is DON’T DO IT.

Near paralytic, I could barely stand and stumble-staggered through the sand. The cold dampness of it made my toes curl. My head spun and nausea lurched and roiled. I thought, vaguely, that the shock of the icy water would clear my head. Sober me up. I suppose it did, in a way. Eventually. But by then it was too late. By then my number was up.

I wasn’t stupid enough to go to the beach alone, you understand. But my mates thought I was messing about. They didn’t realise I was drowning, you see. Just ditzy Daisy having a lark.

At first it felt great. Bloody freezing, but I’d forgotten my dizziness. And I no longer felt like throwing up or passing out. The trouble came when I tried to wade back to the shore. The beach lay so close that I could feel the rough scratch and sting of pebbles beneath my feet. Another misconception … that you need to get out of your depth to drown.

The sea didn’t want to let go of me. Each time I stumbled forward through the increasingly rough surf, the undertow yanked me back. I lost my footing. The tide took me. Salt water and sand scoured my skin and burned my throat. Half blinded, and coughing and retching, I struggled to lift my head through the surface and drag in air. Over and over, the waves crashed on top of me. Tossed and tumbled me. Pummelled and ripped my scanty dress from my body. My bra went. It all went. Even layers of skin in places I’d rather not mention.

Once more, I broke the surface, sucked in blissful breath, and then I screamed. My drunk friends hollered and whistled and whooped. But I wasn’t playing, I was drowning. And then I lost the lung power to shout.

Get out. Get out. Get out get out get out. The urgent imperative did me no good. The tangy seaweed-taste of the salt water, the impossible weight of the waves, the crushing pressure in my chest, and the abject terror—I remember it all. Even then, it hadn’t dawned on me that I was dying. I was fighting. I was afraid to die, certainly, but had not comprehended the direness of my situation. The nearness of my imminent peril.

All I knew was that I had to get out of the sea and gain firm ground beneath my feet. But the ocean maintained its wave rhythm mercilessly. In the vast unutterable power of Mother Nature, a mere slip of a girl is nothing. An insignificant dew drop slipping into the  night-dark sea … unremarked. The lack of malice, the inexorability of the thing, is what struck the terror into my heart. My mind. It was then I understood I was going to die. Was dying already.

As soon as that devastating realisation sank in, I lost my mind. Cast off any sense of humanity. Became a panicked beast … fighting, fighting, fighting. The inevitability of my death left room for nothing else. The spectre of my demise became my whole reality. And the pressure of that awful certainty destroyed me. I gave up. Accepted the futility.

And still, I can’t label the ease of acceptance as peace. Nor the blanket of euphoria as joy. The closest I can come is to tell you that I disappeared. The individual who was me dissolved. The whole universe became one … back to that dewdrop slipping into the sea. And there was such relief in that.

Then came absence. No bright light or spiritual presence heralded my arrival at the other side.

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Days later, I woke up. A ventilator breathed for me. An hour more and they would have switched it off, convinced of my brain death. The universe had other ideas. Medics and nurses patted one another on the back and rejoiced.

Not I.

Never again shall I presume to assume that a mere mortal has any control over life or death. Nor power over this great and wondrous Earth. We can rant and rave and choose sides. Pretend grave division. However, like it or not, even alone we are all one. The same life animates these argumentative hearts and minds. The same drive to thrive and survive. It doesn’t matter what affiliations or beliefs you have, nor your colour—be that black, brown, yellow, pink, white, blue, or red, or even green. And when the final reckoning comes, the ocean of existence will not discriminate. Sooner or later, the sun goes down, and we sink back into the waters of life from whence we came.

© Harmony Kent 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Entry Part 4) By Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #FlashFiction #writingcommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 4)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.”  Week #33.

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 week’s image is a rocky shoreline (image on the lower left sode). My response is a simple Tanka poem of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

When I saw this prompt, I immediately thought of lovers separated by tragedy. I envisioned them bridging time by visits to a familiar rocky shoreline. I’ve entitled my poem, Forever.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Entry Part 3) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 3) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #33.

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.

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Sunrise, I stand alone with my blue ocean
The land beyond
I am King of all I survey, at least for another hour
Before the human ants
come crawling out of the woodwork.
I enjoy this hour, I bathe in it
It will sustain me through the day.
Those sullen voices, grumpy faces
It rolls off my back,
I have become a duck for the day.
To hold back the nightmares
I will watch the sun set
Bathe in the peace of it at the end of my day
Armour against the night terrors
I shall sleep peacefully,
knowing all is well with the world…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Entry Part 2) by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 2) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #33.
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 is a Haibun  Poem, which a prose paragraph finished off by a Haiku/Senyru.

 

A DAY BY THE SEA

I sat on my pink beach towel lathered in sunscreen, perched atop the warm black sand. The waves crashed against the rocks, making entry into the inviting sea difficult, yet people still swam and snorkeled. The day was uneventful as I sipped water and nibbled on sandy snacks while reading the latest romance novel. As the sky turned orange and the sun disappeared into the horizon, I shivered and tugged on my yellow floral dress. Then, I stood where the water met land, taking in the tropical splendor that reminded me of my innocent childhood days. I allowed the waves to wash over my feet as it tried to pull the sand from under them. The few people who were left at the beach were focused on the golden orb’s departure. Now was the promised time for departure. I scanned the incoming water, hoping nothing would prevent its arrival again. A scarlet glow caught my eye. I smiled deeply as tears of joy filled my eyes. Finally, it was here!

The red orb found me
Transporting me to the ship
I was going home.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #33 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @howellwave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.  Week #33,
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.

“Drop the blind, will ya, Shela. After last night, I need to stay where the sun don’t shine.”

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Here is my own contribution.

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Allie Patterson pulled the purple shawl up around her shoulders as the sweet salt scented air cooled and caressed her body. She dug her toes into the swirling sand as the waves rushed forward and danced around her ankles.

Allie drew in a deep lungful of air to steady herself as she looked across the ocean to where the sun was kissing the new dawn into wakefulness. She marveled at the myriad of colors nature had granted permission for the sky to share, and then smiled at her own flights of fancy. It had been ten years to the day since she’d last been here.

Allie felt her soul weeping within her, she cried out with the pain of it. “Am I a damned fool to have come back here? Will this bring me closure?”

The aching, burning, need to see Lance just one more time had gnawed at her guts like a ravenous cancer for the last ten years. But this place? Dear God, this place was the most difficult of all to revisit. It was here, right here on this spot where Lance had laughed with pleasure at the astonished look on her face when he first told her that he loved her beyond reason. Could a kiss ever be sweeter than the one following their mutual declaration of insanity?

They’d spent every anniversary of that day here. Rejoicing in the rightness of their being together, they’d walked hand in hand along the beach and snuggled down together to watch the kaleidoscope of sound and color explode around them. They’d sipped on hot coffee and Lance had moved and seated himself just behind her, Allie had leaned back into his arms, not needing conversation to intrude on the moment.

Ten years ago, it had changed forever.

Allie had turned forty-five and begun questioning everything she’d ever done in her life. What had she done to bring her to this moment? She lived in a great apartment in a good location and excelled at her job. She was in love with a man who loved her back. She told herself that over and over again as the guilt she was feeling about their affair weighed ever heavily on her.

She’d lived the lie for so long she’d forgotten what it was like to have someone in her life who was available to share time with her spontaneously. Someone who’d ring her at work and invite her over for something simple like Pizza and a movie. Her affair with Lance saw her spend every holiday alone. She attended friend’s weddings and their children’s christenings without a plus one, and her friends had long since given up trying to pair her off with anyone. She couldn’t share Lance with them. The only day of the year she was certain to spend with him was the anniversary of the first day they’d spent together here on the edge of the ocean.  Apart from that date she never knew when she’d hear from him, and like a damned fool she was so grateful when he did finally call, she’d never admonished him, she’d simply agreed to his sudden urgent need to be with her. Until the bitter taste of her own disenchantment permeated their relationship. She’d watched her pride in her accomplishments drown in the acid of the deception she had been living for far too long.

Ten years ago, right here, she had ended their affair. Lance had seen it coming and done nothing to prevent it. It hadn’t ended with an argument. He’d made no promises. He seemed to take pride in that knowledge. “I did tell you I was married,” he said as if that completely absolved him of any wrongdoing. Allie looked at him clearly perhaps for the first time, then she turned and walked away forever.

Allie felt the tears on her face and used her shawl to wipe them away. She turned and smiled up at the man who had now joined her. “Have you put him to rest now, my love?” He asked.

Allie glanced at the wedding ring on her finger and reached her hand out to her husband. “Yes, darling. I have.”

“Good. Then let’s leave here now. After all we have our own memories to keep making, don’t we?”

Allie kissed his cheek and grinned happily, “Oh, yes. It’s so wonderful to have memories I’m able to share.” She caught the wicked gleam in his eyes as he responded. “Well, we can share some of them.”

They laughed together and walked hand in hand into their future.

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