‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27 New Image Prompt. Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #27 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 3rd. 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.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the Week #27 Image Prompt.

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Image by Pam Patterson from Pixabay

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #26) 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” Week #26.

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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Chaos

The house falls into deathly quiet. The last of the flames gutter and die. Only the thick stench of burnt timber and scorched flesh, melted from bones, offers any clue to what may have happened here. Helmeted officials pick through the smoking remains, eyes hard and sharp—faces grim. The eventual verdict … faulty wiring wrapped around the deceptively pretty Christmas tree.

Salvaged, alone from all the mess, a soft, cuddly teddy bear with nary a mark on his well-brushed fur. Brisk, efficient hands pick him out of the rubble and deposit him in the charity box. Mayhap, out of tragedy there could come love for some small child to whom the world has not been kind.

He bears the indignity of being bound beneath gaudy wrapping paper and ribbon. And when an excited boy holds aloft his very own little toy, the stitched-on smile twitches and then sets in place. But not before the boy’s eyes grow wide and blink … he sees the glint in the bear’s beady eyes.

Wary at this turn of events, the bear sits and stares at the child, who’s dashed them both out of the fray and up to the solitude of the unoccupied boy’s dormitory. Never before has anyone guessed at the secret life that lies within, but Edward knows.

What to do? That’s the question.

Later that night, however, during the witching hour and while the orphanage sleeps, the boy and the bear reach an understanding. Edward nods and smiles around a yawn. “Your name is Chaos.”

Satisfied, the child slumbers. Chaos shares his dreams.

It starts out with a little touch here, a little there. One by one, Edward’s tormentors turn allies—too afraid, now, to oppose. And then comes the happy day that Fall when the orphan finds a home.

The weeks pass, and the secret holds. And then there comes another Christmas tree, all bedecked with ornaments and pretty, flashing lights. In the deep dark depths of night, while the adults snore, Chaos sneaks through the house.

The silly people have left the fire alive in the grate. They make it too easy.

As Chaos sits and plots, Edward stumbles into the room with fresh tears shining on his face. “I’m happy here,” he tells the toy. What a very silly little boy.

Chaos shakes his head. Soon they will all be dead.

Edward’s shoulders slump, weighed down beneath the burden of defeat. Over the child’s bowed head, Chaos laughs. “Whatever I do, they’ll blame you.”

Fuelled by sudden fury, Edward plucks the bear from the sofa and hurls the stuffed toy into the flames. “You’re just a stupid bully!”

Chaos burns.

© Harmony Kent 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #26 Entry Part 4) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 4) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #26.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) 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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I remember a time before my furry covering
Soft stuffing, these dark button eyes
I lived in Switzerland, my eyes were blue
I remember the snow, the slope smooth,
like mothers icing on our Christmas cake
Before the visitors come
With their puff jackets and skis
Father making sure there is enough wood chopped
To keep our visitors warm
Before they mess up my smooth slopes
That feels like a long time ago
I am here now in England with a nice family
I like my red waistcoat
I love being cuddled by Annabelle
Who likes to sit me by the fire
When she is busy doing something for her mum
All in all, I think life isn’t too bad
Apart from the days when I miss the snow…

© anita dawes 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge. Week #26 Entry Part 3) By Karen Ingalls @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #26.
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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 THE MAGICAL TEDDY BEAR
  
 HOW SOON WILL HE COME?
 WHEN WILL I SEE HIM AGAIN?
 HE LEFT IN A RUSH
 ON A STRETCHER WITH DOCTORS
 SURROUNDING HIS FRAIL BODY.
  
 HE CRIED OUT MY NAME
 BUT THEY SAID "NO BEARS ALLOWED"
 I CALLED OUT HIS NAME
 IN MY MAGICAL METHOD
 THAT ONLY HE AND I KNEW.
  
 SITTING BY THE FIRE
 EACH NIGHT I WAITED FOR HIM
 PRAYING FOR HEALING
 OF MY DEAR FRIEND WHO I LOVE
 AND IN RETURN LOVES ME TOO.
  
 AT LAST HE RETURNS
 WRAPPING HIS ARMS AROUND ME
 HIS BODY IS THIN
 BUT OUR LOVE WILL HELP IT HEAL
 THE SAME AS IT HAS EACH YEAR.
  
 I’M NOT JUST A BEAR
 MY STUFFING IS MAGICAL
 I CAN HEAR AND SPEAK
 ONLY WITH MY YOUNG OWNER
 WHO I WILL LOVE FOREVER.  

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #26 Entry Part 2) by Ladyleemanila @Ladyleemanila #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #26.
Today I’m featuring contributions from entry Part 2) By Ladyleemanila
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 Ladyleemanila’s contribution.

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Winter Morning” by James Crews: longer, watch, chapped, grateful, ticking, listen, sip, scent, fooled, tired, remember, tangerine

Snap, crackle, crunch

That’s the fire making all these sounds

While teddy bear watches

The scent of the tangerine

The sip of the mulled wine

Grateful for the minced pies

That Granny baked

So grateful indeed for our highs

Remember those times?

When we’re all cosy by the fire

Watching the Muppets Christmas Carol

Or listening to Frank or Bill or Dean

While the Grandfather’s clock ticking

When we can no longer wait

For Christmas morning to come

Presents under the tree and start our fete

(c) ladyleemanila 2020

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https://twitter.com/ladyleemanila

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #26 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” Week #26
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.

Here is the image prompt.

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This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“Those chestnuts better get here soon.”

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My own Contribution.

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MR. ROOSEVELT.

The house will erupt with excitement soon. My heart aches to hear that joyous sound again. I’ll have my sense of purpose reignited. There will be no need for me to sit on an empty bed and sleep all alone.

I’ve been bathed and scented and have been bestowed a new red sweater for the occasion. Gazing into the fire takes me to those other moments in my life history. My first companion was my Miss Penelope. Her grandmother had handed me into her keeping with great love in her voice. “Penelope my small darling, this handsome fellow is Mr. Roosevelt. If ever you’re afraid, he’ll be there for you. He will guard all your most closely treasured secrets.”

The months stretched into years as I watched Miss Penelope grow. I was needed less and less as time went by. Yet, she still reached for me and sat me in front of her when she needed to share another of her secrets. I remained behind in her lonely bedroom when she went off to college. I was boxed and put away when she moved to New York City. Until one miraculous day my hiding place was re-discovered and the light of her smile again lit my world. “Mr. Roosevelt! There you are!” She said in a voice filled with excitement. I listened in fascination as she told me her news, “They say it’s a girl, Mr. Roosevelt! I know you’ll guard all her secrets.” She kissed me on the head and then took me off to the laundry room.

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My ‘Miss Elizabeth’ had the most joyous of laughs. The old house rebounded with the sound and the warmth of her presence. I was again cried on, hugged till my stuffing threatened to erupt, and clung to whenever she needed solace. She’d often dance with me as she played her endless collection of music and her friends would sit and discuss the life-altering issues, like what dress to wear to the dance on Saturday night. There were times when her life appeared to be thrown into turmoil by one of the young men I only saw through her bedroom window. Those were the nights I got hugged the tightest. But life as always follows its own pattern, and my young charge grew and blossomed into her future. It was once more time for me to be placed in hibernation. How I longed for it to be over once more.

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Three days ago, my Miss Elizabeth liberated me again. She was laughing and dancing me around the room as we rediscovered each other. “It’s twins, Mr. Roosevelt! A boy and a girl! Can you believe it? Two new babies in the house! You my darling old teddy are going to share the life of my little girl, and my son will meet a brand new companion.”

I met my counterpart this morning. He doesn’t own a name yet. I must admit it feels a little odd sharing the room with another of my kind. It’s not an unpleasant sensation, simply beyond my experience. He’s wearing a fetching blue sweater and didn’t need a visit to the laundry to appear brand new.

And here I am in front of the fire, waiting on the first sounds of my next companion. My life will be filled with love and laughter once more, and oddly I’m comforted by the thought that when hibernation time comes again as it will, I’ll have someone else with me in the dark place and perhaps we’ll share all our own secrets.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #26 New Image Prompt. Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #26 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, NOVEMBER 26th. 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.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the Week #26 Image Prompt.

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Photo by Oxana Lyashenko on Unsplash

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 6) by Roberta Eaton Cheadle @RobertaEaton17 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25. 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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Alice bounds into the library, just in time to see the tails of Mr Rabbit’s coat disappearing through the closing door.

“Mr Rabbit,” she cries, “Oh, do wait for me, Mr Rabbit.”

The door hesitates, and then slowly swings back open.

A quivering nose peers around the edge of the doorframe, followed by a pair of pink eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles.

“Alice, is that you, dear girl? How wonderful to find you in the library? I was just passing through the secret door into Wonderland. Would you care to join me?”

“Oh, yes, thank you, Mr Rabbit.”

Alice bolts across the floor and slips through the doorway between the numerous volumes of leather-bound books into a world of fantasy and imagination.

Alice looks around. She is not in a dark hole, tumbling down, down, down, towards the centre of the earth; she is in a large hall.

On one side of the room stands a bank of computers. Children sit in front of the blinking screens with their eyes riveted on the flickering figures in front of them. Headphones cover their ears, making them look like aliens from outer space. Although dozens of children sit in front of a similar number of machines, no one speaks, there is no discussion or banter, each child is focused solely on their own game. The only sound is the soft movement of the many mice across the mouse pads.

“Wow,” whispers Alice, “look how immersed the children are in their games. They are completely transfixed.”

“Yes, they are,” agrees Mr Rabbit, “they barely take the time to blink.”

A happy murmur of voices attracts Alice’s attention to the other side of the sizable hall. A large group of small children are gathered around a central teacher who is reading to them from a large book. Every now and then the teacher pauses, holding up the book so that the children can see the illustrations. The soft babble is the children admiring the pictures and asking the teacher questions. Bookshelves line the walls, and this side of the hall is happy and welcoming, filled with bean bags and relaxed and smiling children.

Older children look through the books on the shelves, carefully removing a book and reading the blurb, before either returning it to the shelf or walking over to a bean bag and sitting down to read. Alice watches as an older girl explains a difficult word to a younger boy.

Mr Rabbit stands in the middle of the room. In one hand he holds a computer mouse and in the other, a bookmark.

“One side will grow your comprehension, reading skills, empathy and imagination,” he says, “and the other will shorten your concentration span and reduce your ability to cope, socialise and deal with stress. Choose carefully, Alice, as your choice will change you forever.”

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 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 #25.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 5) 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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Grandpa’s estate revealed a hidden room
Behind rows of ancient stories
Many of which I had read over the years
I wish I had discovered the hidden room
When I had spent time at grandpa’s
Now I cannot ask him about it
Why he kept first editions there I understand
The box of family secrets have left me feeling sad
Now I understand the strange hollow feeling
I have lived with for years
I have a family I never knew about
Their love and warmth
would have filled that hollow space
Why were they kept hidden?
Are any of them still living?
This is my task, to find someone
who belongs to me
that connects me to life to my grandpa
To find out if I belong here…

© anita dawes 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #25 Entry Part 4) by Jacquie Biggar @jacqbiggar #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 4) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #25.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) 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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Transformation

Jenny pouted in the backseat of her mom’s suburban as they traveled into the city to see her boring old grandma.

“I don’t want to stay at Grandma’s for Thanksgiving- there’s nothing to do. Why can’t I go with you and Rick?”

Mom glanced at her in the rearview mirror before refocusing on the rain lashed roads. “I’m sorry, honey. Rick planned a special vacation just for the two of us. He’s been so overworked lately, I think he just needs a break. Besides, you don’t want to leave your grandmother all alone on the holiday, do you?”

Why not? You’re leaving me alone. Disgruntled, Jenny stared at the murky shadows out her side window until she fell into a restless sleep.

A blade of light seeped from the partially closed door. Jenny glanced around, but other than the looming paintings of her ancestors staring at her from imposing dark walls, the hallway was empty.

Heart flapping like a trapped pigeon, she slowly pushed against the worn wood until the door slid open enough for her to slip through. The room was huge! Shelves and shelves of books climbed the walls in a hodge-podge mess. Some lay on their sides, while others propped up leaning rows like the drunken soldiers she’d seen in one of those old movies Mom made her watch on Sunday afternoons.

Flipping the papery pages on a dusty tome, Jenny couldn’t understand why she’d been banned from entering the library. Most of these books were older than dirt and twice as heavy. What did Grandma think she would do to them?

Tempted to rip a page right down the middle, just for spite, she instead set it aside and turned to leave. A black cat with unblinking emerald green eyes stared at her from near one of the bookcases.

Where did you come from?” Jenny asked. She crouched and held her hand toward the slinky feline. “Well, come on then. I won’t hurt you.”

Instead, the leonine head turned toward a gap in the wall Jenny hadn’t noticed, its sensitive ears twitching.

“A secret room? I wonder if Grandma knows about this.” Pulse thrumming with nervous excitement, she crept to the opening and looked inside. A couple of thick white candles shed a flickering light over ugly faded flower wallpaper covering three of the walls. The fourth was another floor-to-ceiling bookcase, but this one was neat as a pin, every space filled with even older looking hardcovers than what she’d seen in the main library. A leather chair with a book open over the arm, its spine sticking up like the tent she’d built with her dad before… caught her eye.

Curious, she climbed into the oversized seat and lifted the book into her lap, the pages open to a section on witchcraft.

To all who venture down this path, beware,
what is done, cannot so easily be undone.

A twist of fate,
a sprig of truth.

Whatever you find,
will change your life forever.

Jenny slammed the book closed, the hair on her nape standing on end. Was Grandma a witch?

The black cat jumped onto the arm of the chair and nudged her hand, the green eyes watchful. Familiar.

“Grandma?” Jenny squeaked.

The room swayed. The flames from the candles danced. A breeze blew a wet mist across her face and the cat yowled.

A wet mist…

“Jenny, wake up, honey.”

Groaning, she opened her eyes and peered at her mom’s worried face. “Mom?”

“You were screaming, half-near scared me to death,” her mom said, reaching in through the open back door to give her a rain-kissed hug.

Jenny’s eyes widened on the view over her mother’s shoulder. “Why are we back home?”

Mom leaned back and looked at her with emerald green cat’s eyes. “I decided you and I needed some quality time together. Rick and Grandma can wait.” She straightened , dark hair plastering to her elegant head. “Come in, honey, there’s something I want to show you.”

As Jenny slowly followed her mom into the old house, so like Grandma’s, she remembered a line from the book;

A twist of fate,
a sprig of truth.

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