‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27 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” Week #27

Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 3) 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 would never dream
that my lady would abandon me here
Her tears hit my handlebars
with a pain remembered
Where is she?
Will anyone come, take me for their own?
Would I ever see her again?
I watched her walk away
as if she has forgotten something
Why not take me with her
So much faster than two legs
We have fresh bread, eggs in the basket
It would have been eggs on toast for lunch
Oh, how I hope she will be back soon
To ride me home…

© anita dawes 2020

Contact Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie Here .

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on TWITTER

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27 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 #27.
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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‘Twas a bittersweet memory
And with paper airplane
No disdain and so tender be
Hug and eat in the rain
With old bikes you leading the way
Could be freezing until we’re grey
With old bikes
With old bikes
Fighting with cushion no foul play

‘Twas a bittersweet memory
And with my dear sister
Three of us full of energy
Trend ends up with blister
Childhood memory in our hearts
When we’re tired we eat apple tarts
Childhood memory
Childhood memory
Defense ready in our ramparts

‘Twas a bittersweet memory
Molding us who we are
Julia, Annie and Emery
Always trouble by far
We’d always be friends come what may
Even when our hair turn all grey
We’d always be friends
We’d always be friends
With our old bikes down the alley*

(c) ladyleemanila 2019

You’ll find Ladylee here.

https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/ladyleemanila

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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge’ Week #27) 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 #27.
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.

“Yeah, I used to be a yellow shrub too. Just hang in there you’ll develop.”

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My own Contribution.

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The Anniversary.

November 27th, 2019.

The police cruiser pulled over. Deputy James Laverne climbed from the cabin with radio in hand. “Christine, I’ve located the bike. It’s around five miles in on the old mill road, just past the bridge turnoff.  You know that location!  No sign yet of the Kendall boy. Send me out some back up.”

“Jesus, Jimmy. That’s the same location as Jenny O’Connor went missing. That’s gotta be a year ago now.”

“Yup. It’s exactly one year. Say nothing to the parents. Not yet. Now get me some help out here, before that sun sets. Tell Gunther to bring his dogs. Say nothing to anyone outside the station!  We don’t want that crazy hysteria erupting like it did last time. The press can’t get wind of this. “

“You watch your ass out there.”

“Copy that. I’ll radio back in every fifteen minutes.”

The deputy readied his sidearm and pulled his notebook from his jacket pocket, hurriedly re-checking the time frame. Frank Kendall had reported his fourteen-year- old son Clifton missing when the boy failed to come in for his dinner last night. His folks waited till ten p.m. before calling it in. Frank said his boy had been acting up lately, talking nonsense about seeing strange lights in the night sky and other rubbish. But this was the first time ever that he hadn’t been home in time to wash up and join the family for dinner.

Deputy Laverne looked over the bike, nothing stood out as unusual, except for the fact that it was out here in the middle of nowhere on a road in an area designated off limits for non- military personnel. He followed a few tell-tale broken branches where the youngster had entered the overgrown forest that surrounded the area.

His guts churned with the acid of the memory of what he’d seen at this location a year ago.

He found himself drawn back to the clearing exactly where Jenny O’Connor’s neatly folded clothes had been waiting. No trace of the girl had ever been found.

The surrounding forest had inexplicably been flattened out to form an almost perfect circle. No birdsong echoed in this place. There were no clouds directly overhead and no wind stirred the trees. The man groaned aloud when he saw another pile of neatly folded clothing. “No, no, no! Not another one!”

He heard a soft moan come from just behind him. There at the edge of the circle a young woman lay curled into a ball. She was naked. The deputy removed his jacket and placed it over her. She looked up at him, “Where are my coverings?”

His heart jolted as he recognized the girl, and suddenly realized he’d heard her voice, but her lips hadn’t moved “Oh my God! Jenny? Jenny O’Connor?”

“Yes. It’s my time to return home now.”

“Sweetheart I don’t know how you’re doin’ what you’re doin’. I don’t know where you’ve been. But I promise you I’ll call your folks as soon as we get you back to my cruiser.” He reached down to assist her to stand.

The young woman placed her hand on his arm and looked into his face, “Clifton will be gone one earth year. You’ll find him waiting for you when that time elapses.”

The man shook his head and sadly acknowledged that nothing in her world would ever be the same again. He knew damned well she was about to become one of his country’s most closely guarded secrets.

He helped Jenny into the cruiser. He wanted to call her folks as he’s said he would, but knew his country’s security may hinge on his decision.He placed the urgent call to General Robert Matthews in Washington. The call altered the course of all their lives forever.

***

November 27th, 2020. 11:50 P.M.

The airspace above the location was the focus of attention. The military powers appeared satisfied that nothing could enter this airspace without their prior knowledge and approval. The recovery team were ready to deploy.

Time moved relentlessly forward. Midnight beckoned, and no incursion had been reported.

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November 27th, 11:55 p.m.

Clifton Kendall’s mother touched her son’s dearly loved face with both joy and sorrow. “I’m so glad you came straight here, son. I’ve missed you so much. But you need to leave here, Cliff! You need to do it now! Sweet young Jenny O’Connor hasn’t been seen around these parts since a year ago when she came home again. I don’t want you put anyplace you don’t wanna be.”

“I need to locate Jenny. Do you know where she’s being held?”

“I believe it’s called Area 51.”

“Ah, yes. I know of it.”

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‘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

CONTACT HARMONY HERE …

Website: https://harmonykent.co.uk and Story Empire (Co-authored)

Harmony’s Amazon Author Page: author.to/HarmonysBooks

Twitter: @harmony_kent

LinkedIn: Harmony

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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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on TWITTER

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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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Karen can be reached here ...

Karen Ingalls Blog.

On Twitter:

Karen Ingalls Author Page Amazon

On Facebook

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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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You’ll find Ladylee here.

https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/

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.”

John Howell can be reached here …

Visit at Amazon.https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

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Author Blog Fiction Favorites:

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.

***

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.

Thanks so much for joining me here today. I look forward to seeing your comments. I will as always featuring each new contribution as I receive them.

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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

I hope the image inspires you! Come and join in the fun.

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