‘Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #32 Entry Part 8) by Karen Ingalls @KIngallsAuthor #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 8)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #32.
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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And here is Karen’s Tanka poem based on the above:

There is a wonderful poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, titled “The Sands of Time.” It is a poem that left a large impact on me when I was in high school. Its influence is obviously still with me.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #32 Entry Part 7) By Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #FlashFiction #wrintingcommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.”  Week #32.

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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I’ve situated the image within a larger picture of a cabin in the woods. My haiku poem (5-7-5 syllables) is called Home.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #32 Entry Part 6) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingComminity #FlashFiction

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 6) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.” Week #32.

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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In the dark of night any light is welcome
This tiny orange glow, held by a helping hand
Yet I could not walk towards it
A whispering voice in my mind
Telling me there is danger that way
Turn around, come back to me
I have lived here in the dark a long time,
Waiting. Each day you tread this path
So many times I almost touched you
Whispering, hoping you would hear me
Tonight, I know you heard my voice
You remember the times we lived together
The many years that pass your mind
The hand that holds the light
Wants to take you from me
Don’t let them, turn around
I am waiting…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #32 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 2021” Week #32.

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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Mind Games

Jessica and Chris had been trekking for what felt like forever, though when she glanced at the tech-watch Nick had bought for her birthday, only five hours had gone by. At first, the thrill of a new adventure had kept their steps light and spirits high, but as the sky became leaden with menacing dark clouds and the trees loomed tall and intimidating the further along the forested trail they traversed, the more she second-guessed her decision to go camping. The warmth and comfort of home beckoned louder and louder with every step she took away from town.

“How much further?” Chris asked, his voice muted as he lagged behind.

Jess stopped near a fork in the path, a fallen tree covered in moss providing a natural resting place. She sat and took a long pull from her water bottle while Chris hobbled to join her, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“What’s wrong?” Jess used her bottle to point at the foot he was obviously favoring.

He shrugged and slung the heavy pack off his shoulders, letting it fall to the dirt with little regard as to what he might be squashing. “Just a blister, my shoes are too loose.” Sighing, he took out his water bottle and took a small sip before returning it to its pouch on the side of the bag. “Better watch how much you drink, if we don’t make camp tonight there won’t be any for the hike tomorrow.”

Shoot, he was right. She’d been so thirsty she hadn’t thought ahead, some team leader she was turning out to be. This deep into the woods, what little light was left—after being chased by the clouds—was fast disappearing. Instead of stumbling around in the dark, they might be better off building their tent right here. At least they’d be protected from the brunt of the storm rather than if they were out in the open campsite.

“I think we should stay here for tonight. That way you can care for your heel and we can setup before dark.” She glanced up as rain sprinkled down on her head. “And get out of the rain.”

Chris nodded, his shoulders slumping with relief. “Works for me. That way if…” He stopped, his cheeks flushing.

“What?” She asked, then gasped. “You’re hoping Nick comes looking for us, aren’t you?”

Aren’t you?” he countered, his chin in the air. He waved his arms around them. “We don’t need to get lost in the back of beyond to prove some point to your dumb want-to-be boyfriend. C’mon, Jess. If he doesn’t like you for who you are, he doesn’t deserve you.”

Stunned, she took in Chris’s belligerent attitude and frowned. “I thought you were my best friend.”

He rolled his eyes and turned away to dig out the battery-operated lamp they’d brought along for night-time use. “I am your friend, silly. That’s why I can say stuff like that, and you’re supposed to listen—that’s how it works with true friends.”

He continued to quietly set up their camp for the evening, untying the tent from the bottom of his pack and pulling out the lightweight sleeping bag that was rolled into a tight ball. As the rain began to fall in earnest, Jess dove into her bag for the bright yellow rain jackets they’d packed at the last minute.

“Here,” she said, shaking one out for him to wear. He smiled as he accepted the coat, and she was struck by how mature Chris seemed. He’d always been thoughtful and considerate, but now it was layered with authority, the child turning into a young—and attractive—man.

Confused by her wandering thoughts, she grasped the handle of the lamp and rose. “I’m just going to, you know—be right back.”

Chris nodded, though his brows lowered. “Don’t go too far, okay?”

Sensible advice, but she needed privacy to answer the call of nature, so she walked up the right fork of the trail until she crested the hill and started down the other side. Glancing back, she shivered. The path, cloaked in mist and shadows, reminded her of that dinosaur movie Chris loved so much.

Wading through thigh-high ferns, she carefully stepped off the trail, the lantern held high to shed light as far as she could get it to go. “Far enough,” she muttered, and set the lamp on the ground to peel her pants down and do her business. “Hurry, hurry, hurry,” she chanted, seriously creeped out now. Flying insects dive-bombed the light, their buzz adding an eerie addition to the choir of rustling leaves, creaking branches, and the drip, drip of rain on her hood. That’s it, she wasn’t going to eat or drink another thing until she got home.

She zipped her pants and bent to pick up the lantern, then froze. Something was nearby. The woods had taken on a stillness, as though holding its breath. And maybe it was her imagination, but it felt like someone, or some thing, was staring at her—waiting.

Jess screamed.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #32 Entry Part 3) 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 2021.  Week #32.
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.

This is another Haibun Poem that is a prose paragraph(s) and Haiku/Senryu that connect based on the picture below.

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THE ESCAPE

Darkness was closing in on Dara as the purple sunset’s last streaks gave way to the stars peeking through heavy clouds. The branches clawed at her arms and legs as she pushed her way through the brush. Her sweatshirt couldn’t hold back the icy chill that threatened snow. Dara had escaped that crazy man who grabbed her at the bus stop. She’d walked all day through the thick forest and was positive she’d put enough distance between her and evil, but now she was lost. A chill raced through Dara as she remembered his garbled words behind the clown mask.

“No one will hear you scream here, Little Miss.”

He hadn’t even bothered to learn her name. Dara rammed her foot into a log that sent a jolt of pain through her body. Tears ran freely down her face as she sunk onto the crunchy forest floor. Her hand bumped into a cold glass object that had the bitter scent of kerosene. She felt its handle and base. It was a lantern just like her grandma would use when the power went out. There was a package of matches taped to the top. She struck the wooden match and was rewarded with the scent of sulfur and an orange flame. Hopeful, she turned the knob and held the match to the wick. It worked. The night became a little less scary in the lantern’s warm glow. Please show me how to get back to my family.

Her prayers were answered

When the magical lantern

Brought her safely home.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021’ Week #32 Entry Part 2) by Michele Jones @chelepie #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021. ” Week #32 Today I’m featuring a contribution from Michele Jones.
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 Michele’s Contribution …

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Compromised.

Emme couldn’t remember the last time she’d left Castle Cahercasey, her guard never left her alone. She knew the risks. The danger. Someone wanted her dead. The Three had protected her, but it wasn’t without a steep price. So many lives lost.

Yet she still had no idea why. They keep telling her she is “The Chosen One” but haven’t said what she was chosen to do. Secrets. Lies. Sneaking around. All to protect her—and some secret they haven’t shared. What could be so important?

Something must be going on. From her window, she could see everyone running to the tower. This couldn’t be good. She opened her door ever so slightly and peered out. The lantern hanging at her door lit an empty hall. Her guards were gone. Footsteps thumped on the stone hallway, and they were coming at a fast pace.

Someone or something was coming for her. She needed to get out of there. Now. Emme wrapped her cloak tightly around her and crept into the hall. Jadis appeared.

“Jadis, what’s—”

“Run,” Jadis screamed.

Emme grabbed the lantern and ran to the escape passage Jadis had told her about. Her heart pounded and she faster and harder as she ran. Sweat ran down her back and the lantern she carried hit her leg with every stride. The passage was protected by several charms. She needed the incantation to open the passage.

“Ego aperiam in periculo locus,” Emme said as she waved her free hand in front of the locked passage. Please let it work. It did. She ran down the steep staircase as fast as possible, Jadis right behind her chanting as they ran. At the bottom she took the passage to the left. It would lead them to the forest. The place where they had another set of charms ready and another hidden escape passage.

Emme held the lantern out searching for the path. Jadis motioned to her right.

“Extinguish that flame. It’s our only chance. I’ll create a diversion. Quickly,” Jadis whispered.

Emme did as she was told. She had no idea if Jadis’s diversion would work, but it was all they had. That and the next passage. How did they find her? From everything she was told, Castle Cahercasey was supposed to be hidden to anyone not in the order.

Oh my god. She froze in her tracks nearly toppling them both.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ New Image Prompt Week #32. Come and Join in the fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021″  WEEK #32.

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, January 21st.  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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Photo by Emre Kuzu from Pexels

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31. Entry Part 6) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #IARTG

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021.”  Week #31.

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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As I sat with the image, I felt the sweetness of children swinging high and tried to capture that emotion in a haiku poem of 5-7-5 syllables.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31. 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 2021.” Week #31.

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-todd-trapani-1690405

The clock strikes the midnight hour
Birds sing in this snow filled empty space
Soon, smiling faces shall play there
For the next hour,
ghosts hold sway over this space
Laughing, remembering their days in the sun
Now snow, cold bites at their white fingers
Their laughter louder,
knocking snow from the leaves
Wind sweeps through the trees
Joining in their merriment
Hear, tiny voices can be heard
A whisper, will you remember us…

© anita dawes 2021

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31. 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 2021” Week #31.

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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Innocence

The snow fell softly, splattering against the windshield only to get brushed aside by the car’s wipers. It had been snowing for most of the three-hour drive and Vanessa was tired. If it wasn’t for the promise she’d made to her grandmother, she would have stopped at an inn for the night and resumed the dreaded trip in the morning.

But she was here now. Pacific Canyon. Her childhood home. The place she’d been running from for the last fifteen years. She’d come full circle.

There on the corner, the old Butterworth place, where she and Franz had spent their allowances on ice cream cones in all the colors of the rainbow.

The cinema, with its Saturday afternoon kids movies. They’d often sneaked in through the back door and hid behind the tall, velvet drapes to watch the shows.

The Five-and-Dime where she’d almost choked to death on a gumball until Franz smacked her back hard enough to send that candy flying across the store and between old Mr. Lincoln’s feet.

The lanes they’d chased each other on with their bikes.

The school.

Shuddering, she turned the wheel violently and almost sideswiped a truck going the other way. The driver swerved and honked the horn repeatedly, like an angry gaggle of geese.

Shaking, she pulled over and parked the car. Dropping her head, she sighed and rubbed her nape to ease the tension of the last few hours. She’d known coming back would be hard, but she had to gain some control before she saw Grandma.

As though her feet had a mind of their own, she soon found herself trudging through the ankle-deep snow drifts as she inevitably walked toward the past.

The swings were still there, behind the school. They looked so innocent, covered in a pristine layer of angel dust. So different from the day they’d been covered in dark red blood.

They’d been having fun, her and Franz. Chasing each other ever higher, determined to be the victor in their never ending competitions. Their laughter had filled the air like balloons of joy. The summer was warm, the sun a liquid caress, and nothing could be better than spending time with her best friend.

Except, suddenly, she heard a dull thud over the noise of the creaking chains and her heart fell through her toes. She knew, even before she looked back, what she would see.

Franz was a daredevil. He liked to test his boundaries. And that day, the day the laughter died, he’d been standing on the seat instead of sitting, as they’d been taught.

“Sitting’s for babies,” he’d taunted. “Look, I can fly.” And he had. Higher and higher, until his blond hair flew about his face and his body lay horizontal with the cerulean sky above them.

Miffed, she’d remained on her bum and pushed her legs, harder and harder, until she too, was a bird, flying on the wind currents. It had been wild and crazy, and undeniably thrilling.

Until it wasn’t.

Grandma wanted her to make peace with the past and come home more often. Back to the place where it all began.

Vanessa stared at the pretty, white swings and thought of all the good times they’d shared. The love and laughter. A friendship frozen in time.

Franz would approve.

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