‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #18 NEW image prompt. Join in the fun! #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity @pursoot

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #18 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, SEPTEMBER, 24th . 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.

UPDATE: The response to the prompts has been just wonderful. As a result, I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM. Rather than posting all of them only over a few days.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the week #18 Image Prompt.

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Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 7) by Miriam Hurdle @mhurdle112 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #ASMSG

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 7)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from Miriam Hurdle

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 Miriam’s contribution.

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Message

A letter curled in the bottle of brown

Left adrift aimless in the open sea

Vessel reached the shore; no sailor drown

After floating miles away carrying English tea

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Left adrift aimless in the open sea

Sparks echoed the shimmering sunbeam above

After floating miles away carrying English tea

A tug in a wandering heart yearning for love

~

Sparks echoed the shimmering sunbeam above

A gentle soul gazed upon the glittering wavy sea

A tug in a wandering heart yearning for love

The mysterious message begged to be free

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A gentle soul gazed upon the glittering wavy sea

Vessel reached the shore; no sailor drown

The mysterious message begged to be free

from a letter curled in the bottle of brown

(Pantoum Poem)

~Pantoum poem comprises a series of quatrains (stanzas) rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the next quatrain. Each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. This pattern continues for many stanzas except the final stanza. The first line of the poem recurs as the last line of the closing stanza, and the third line of the poem is the second of the final stanza, rhyming ZAZA.

1 2 3 4

2 5 4 6

5 7 6 8

7 3 8 1

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‘Fiction in A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 6) by Jacquie Biggar @JacqBiggar #IARTG #WRITINGCOMMUNITY #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 6) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

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’s the image prompt and Jacquie’s contribution.

Message In A Bottle

By

Jacquie Biggar

The sand is cool and grainy under my toes, a refreshing relief from the warmth of the sun on my shoulders. I’ve been walking this mostly deserted beach for hours, lost in memories of happier times.

I arrived as a visiter, but for the last twelve years this has been home. I’m not sure how I’ll survive without the wash of the waves, the briny scent, or the crimson sunsets, but I must. It’s up to me to continue the search.

Something green glints in the shallows and I pad out to investigate. It’s a bottle, half-buried in the wet sand, its cork pointing toward the North Star sparkling brightly in the evening sky.

Heart pumping, I tug until the sand gives up its treasure with a pop and carefully carry the fragile glass up the beach. Upon closer inspection, I spot a roll of paper inside the luminous green bottle.

“Sam, is that you?”

A wavery voice from my past jerks my attention away from my find.

Could it be?

The woman I never thought to see again, picks up her skirts and runs toward me, her silver hair flowing like a moonbeam.

With a joyous bark, I bound toward her, the aches and pains in my old bones forgotten. She came back.

“Oh, Sam,” she cries, falling to her knees to wrap frail arms around my neck. “I can’t believe I found you.”

I want to tell her I’ve been searching and searching for her, too, but of course I can’t. Instead, I whine and lick her chin in greeting, my tail swishing the sand.

“It was the cancer, boy. I’ve been in the hospital all this time. I thought I’d lost you.” She puts her head to mine and weeps.

A long while later, she slowly rises and, with a hand on my back, follows me over to the green bottle.

“What do you have there, Sam, a treasure?”

I already found my treasure tonight, but I bark and push the bottle toward her.

“Okay, okay.” She chuckles. “I get the message.”

She carefully works the cork from the bottle and tips the paper into her hand. Unrolling the missive, she reads, “Whoever finds this note, know this; there is no greater gift than love.”

As my old friend and I make our way down the beach, I sigh, contented for the first time in months. The bottle is right, love soothes the soul.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 5) by Gwen Plano @gmplano #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 5)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

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.

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This Tanka from Gwen Plano is entry 5) this week.
When I looked at this image, I thought of all those who threw a bottle overboard in hopes someone might find it. I wondered what a forsaken lover might say, and from that consideration, I composed a Tanka poem of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

Perhaps you’d like to join me in this effort. If so, just click on the link above and you’ll be guided to Suzanne’s blog site and her instructions.

I hope you enjoy my simple response to her provocative image.
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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 4) by Anita Dawes @jaydawes2 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 4) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 6) by 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.

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I felt my hand tremble
As I pulled the paper from the bottle
Thin, fragile, delicate with age,
the edges burned
as if they meant to destroy it
before placing it in the bottle
I could hardly bear to unroll it
It felt like the Rosetta Stone in my hand
With great care the words came into view
A sad tale of a young man’s loss
I could feel his pain in every word
He was sorry he had to go
Tell Laura, I love her
The date on the letter was my birthdate
My name is Laura…

©anitadawes 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Part 3) A #Haibun by D.L.Finn @dlfinnauthor #iartg #asmsg #writingCommunity #writingprompts

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 3)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring a contribution from 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.

This Haibun Contributed By D.L.Finn

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THE MESSAGE

The fog penetrated my skin, adding heaviness to my existence. The furious waves crashing against the shore fueled my anger. The salty air was bitter in my lungs, making each breath a battle. Alone, I pushed through the frigid sands, going nowhere, until I couldn’t take another step. I sat down on a flat rock and waited for the pain to end. This went on ceaselessly until I caught a glimmer in the haze. A bottle had washed ashore at my feet.

Foggy depression

A healing message offered

Remember, you’re loved.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 2) By Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #IARTG #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to PART 2)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 2)  by Harmony Kent.

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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The Devil’s in the Detail

His life oozed out of the bottle, along with the liquor.

He never should have read that message. …

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As he did every year, John took a stroll along the beach in memory of his dear departed wife. The big C had taken her three years ago. John missed her every single day. They would come here as many weekends as they could manage to escape the noise and fug of the city. A stroll along the beach, hand in hand, always put their minds and hearts at ease.

On one of those special days, a message in a bottle had washed up at their feet. Ever curious, his wife had retrieved the bottle from the surf, wrestled out the cork, and held the note by the string, cautious lest she damage the parchment. With utmost care, Emily unwrapped the twine and unfurled the delicate paper.

Amazingly, it had come all the way from Australia—if the missive could be believed. A child had cast it into the ocean some three years ago, and now here it lay, all the way on the English east coast.

Shortly after that magical day, the diagnosis had come. And then the long, hard months of decline. At the funeral, John had gripped the bottle—with its bound note safe inside and corked once more—and contemplated burying the artefact with Emily. He’d gotten as far as drawing back his arm and then had second thoughts. A small voice urged him to keep hold of the memento.

For months, it had sat in pride of place on his mantle piece while John’s life unravelled around him. It had started with a fray here, a bit of thread there, and then he’d come apart at the seams.

The message in the bottle had given him the initial idea.

The doctors told John that the city’s pollution had caused the horrific and aggressive cancer.

His first victim had been the mayor. And then each official responsible for city planning and health. Repulsion and glee mingled and mixed within.

Glee won out. And soon, John gained a taste for it. He would watch each sensationalised news report avidly. And then he found his victims closer to home. Five years on and no one suspected the meek widower.

A gift of wine with a fake name on the card, all delivered by some anonymous and unremarkable courier on a bike. John took care to always wear a cap pulled low and keep his face angled away from cameras.

A neat trick: serial killer in a bottle.

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The old message from Emily distracted John. As fate would have it, she’d also sent a bottle out to sea before she died … either that, or this was a message from the dead. And in a quirk of fate, the bottle had washed up at his feet during his annual pilgrimage along the shoreline.

Filled with grief and remorse, John didn’t read the label properly. One sip was all it took. His life oozed out of the bottle, along with the liquor. And while he might have sent his message of revenge in each and every bottle, the devil—he discovered to his detriment—is found in the detail.

Copyright ©Harmony Kent 2020

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1)  of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #17.
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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Entry 1) This one-line contribution by John Howell.

“Just ignore it, Karen. Looks like junk mail to me.”

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Entry 2) My Own Contribution.

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Secrets

by

Suzanne Burke

Carmel arrived at the beach house just before dawn. The long flight had taken its toll. But her husband Derek would be joining her in a few hours, and she knew that he would insist they do their traditional walk on the beach followed by a hearty breakfast before resting. She had much to prepare before then. She opened up the house and allowed the fresh sea air into the rooms.

He gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek when he arrived, murmured something disparaging about flight attendants, and they headed outside onto the black sand. They walked in silence for a while. Derek spoke but Carmel was distracted, “Sorry, did you say something, darling?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was just trying to recall how many years we’ve been coming here now. It’s close to twenty I think?”

“I guess so. I never really think about it.”

Carmel’s iPhone rang and Derek caste her an annoyed frown. “Can’t you ever turn that damned thing off? We’re on vacation for God’s sake!”

“I’ll take this, then no more calls I promise.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, whatever.” He turned away.

Carmel took the call. She then focused her attention back on her husband. She made a show of switching off her cell. “There. All organized.”

He gave a grunt and they walked a little further. Derek stopped, “What the hell?” He hurried down a few feet to the shoreline and picked up the bottle that lay there, “There’s a message in this thing!”

“Probably just some kids getting their boredom reliever for today. Just wait a second while I get this on video, so we can laugh about it later.”

Carmel began filming. Derek took a brief look at the bottle and attempted to pry the cork loose with his fingers, then gave pulling it out with his teeth a try. It made a satisfactory pop, and he eased out the rolled paper inside it.

Carmel prompted him from behind the recorder, “So, what does it say? Read it out loud!”

Derek’s face rapidly drained of color as he read the typed message.

“Go ahead, darling. Read it!

He looked at his wife and took a step backward as he noted the weapon she now held in her hand. She aimed the Glock at his head, “I said read it out loud!”

The man’s voice shook, “Jesus, Carmel what the hell are you doing?”

She walked across and placed the gun under his quivering chin, “I said, read!”

He put his free hand up in defense. “Okay! Okay! It says …” He cleared his dry throat, “It says … ‘Did you really think your affair with Monica was a secret?’”

The woman shoved the camera in his face … “Well, did you? You damned fool. I’m head of a crime scene investigation team!  You honestly think I’d miss anything so utterly obvious?”

Derek made placating noises. “It means nothing! Just sex, that’s all it is. You know I love you.”

“Love? You don’t know the meaning of the word. I mean it should really have meant something special to you. At the very least Monica should be the one true love of your life. You’re pathetic.”

“What the hell are you planning? You’ll never get away with it, Carmel!”

“Oh, my sweet. I’ve already gotten away with it.” She smiled and continued, “Tell me, how are you feeling?”

The man looked surprised by the question, “What?”

Carmel looked at her watch. “In another minute or so you’ll start feeling sick to your stomach. Closely followed by cramps and muscle spasms as your nervous system shuts down. You are such a creature of habit, Derek. I’ve spent twenty years watching you reopen previously uncorked bottles with your teeth. That cork was heavily laced with poison, as is the paper the message is written on. It absorbs rapidly into the bloodstream. My contacts tell me death will be extremely painful. They are so good at what they do.”

“NO! Carmel, please? I’m sorry! … You have to stop this from happening!”

“How sad. It will appear that you went swimming alone in the shark infested waters. A tragic mistake. So very fitting I think.”

“Please? I beg of you, no!”

“The process can’t be reversed.” She looked beyond his shoulder, “Ah, here’s Monica now.  Right on time. You walked right into our little honey-trap, Derek. Predictable as always. The boat will arrive to take you out for your final swim shortly.”

The last sound Derek ever heard was their laughter.

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #17 NEW Image Prompt. Join in the fun! @pursoot #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

Hello everyone and welcome to my weekly “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!”  WEEK #17.  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, SEPTEMBER, 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.

UPDATE: The response to the prompts has been just wonderful. As a result, I’ll be sharing all entries received, and, my own contribution here AS I RECEIVE THEM. Rather than posting all of them only over a few days.  Thanks to everyone for the amazing support.

Here is the week #17 Image Prompt.

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Image by Antonios Ntoumas from Pixabay

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New Book Launch ‘Eternal Road – The Final Stop’ by John W. Howell @HowellWave #IARTG #ASMSG #WritingCommunity

New Book Launch Eternal Road -The final stop by John W. Howell

Hello and a warm welcome to everyone, I’m so pleased to be featuring The NEW Release from the talented pen of John Howell with you today. John is an amazing supporter of others and one of my favorite authors. I’m delighted to have him here to share in the excitement of his NEW RELEASE.

Take it away, John.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Soooz and for helping me launch Eternal Road – The final stop. I know you are very busy with your WIP and your short story prompts so I’m grateful to be here. Let me describe the book. Eternal Road is the story of two people finding their way through the selection process leading to the place where one will spend eternity. Yes, it is true. They both have passed away. James Wainwright just died in an auto accident. Samantha Tourneau died seventeen years before. Sam is James’s guide to help him decide where to spend eternity. This is not your usual thriller or paranormal romance. It is a piece of fiction that is a combination of inspiration, adventure, time travel, sci-fi, a touch of erotica, and a dash of spiritual. In short, it is a lot of things, but hopefully, a story that will make you happy to have read it.

It is now available on Amazon in paper and Kindle. The Kindle edition is introductory priced at 99¢ until October 15th

Here are the universal links

Kindle Universal link  mybook.to/EternalRoad

Paper universal link mybook.to/Eternalroadpaper

The blurb.

James Wainwright picks up a hitchhiker and discovers two things 1. The woman he picks up is his childhood sweetheart, only Seventeen years older. 2. He is no longer of this world.

James began a road trip alone in his 1956 Oldsmobile. He stops for a hitchhiker only to discover she is his childhood sweetheart, Sam, who disappeared seventeen years before. James learns from Sam falling asleep miles back caused him to perish in a one-car accident. He also comes to understand that Sam was taken and murdered all those years ago, and now she has come back to help him find his eternal home.

The pair visit a number of times and places and are witness to a number of historical events. The rules dictate that they do no harm to the time continuum. Trying to be careful, they inadvertently come to the attention of Lucifer, who would love to have their souls as his subjects. They also find a threat to human survival and desperately need to put in place the fix necessary to save humankind.

The question becomes, will James find his eternal home in grace or lose the battle with Satan for his immortal soul and the future of human life with it? If you like time-travel, adventure, mystery, justice, and the supernatural, this story is for you.

An Excerpt

“Here we are, folks. Two ales. That will be four bits for the two.” The bartender places the large mugs on the table.

James looks up at the man. “Can we run a tab?”

The bartender frowns some more. “A tab? I reckon I don’t know that term.”

“Oh, sorry. Uh, I mean, can we pay for the drinks just before we leave?”

“You going to have food?”

“That depends on what you have today.”

“A real nice stew.”

“Sure, we’ll have food.”

“Well, then, I’ll just keep track of the bill and let you know what it is before you leave. Y’all passing through?”

Sam places her hand on James’s, which he takes as a sign to let her do the talking. She smiles. “We’re thinking of settling down somewhere and thought this town looked pretty nice.”

The bartender folds his hands in front of his apron. “Well, ma’am, this here’s a peaceful place good enough to raise your youngens.”

“A couple of questions if you don’t mind.”

“Shoot. If’n I can answer, I would be happy to do so.”

She gives him a smile. “Oh, thank you.”

The bartender blushes.

“We didn’t see a sign when we rode in. What’s the name of this town?”

The bartender raises a hand to his face. “Dodge City, ma’am.”

Sam lays her palms flat on the table. “Dodge City, Kansas?”

“The very same, ma’am. The Thirty-fourth state in this here union. Yes, ma’am.”

“So, how long has Kansas been a state?”

“You are from out of town for sure. Kansas became a state in sixty-one. Just twenty-two years ago. I ‘member it like it was yesterday. Big celebration. Was January 21st and like a second New Years. We were all having a tough time with the drought and all. The announcement that we were a state was like a breath of fresh air. A’course, the war came along in late spring, and we all joined the union. Them confederates would sometimes come over the line from Missouri. You heard of the Lawrence Massacre?”

Sam nods and scrunches up her face in concentration. “Yes, I read about it in school.”

The bartender looks down at the floor. “Yeah, horrible. Over one-hundred-and-sixty boys and men killed.” He stares up and straight at Sam and James. “Damn that Quantrill and his stinking raiders. We showed ‘em, though. The union soldiers caught up with Quantrill in Kentuck, and he died there.”

John’s bio

John is an award-winning author who, after an extensive business career, began writing full time in 2012. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. He has written five other books that are on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions. The paperback versions are also available in the Indie Lector store

John lives in Lakeway, Texas, with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

Contact John

Blog Fiction Favorites, http://johnwhowell.com/

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241

Twitter –https://www.twitter.com/HowellWave

Goodreads –https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7751796.John_W_Howell

Amazon Author’s page –https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

John’s other books

My GRL,

His Revenge

Our Justice

Circumstances of Childhood

The Contract: between heaven and earth 

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