Flash Fiction & Poetry

Here you will find the fictional stories and poetry I write from time to time.

Scoda: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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I looked out the window of the surgery in which I worked and saw him down by the docks again.

I wondered where his owner was or if he was owned at all.

I walked down and fed him half of my lunch, something I’d been doing for weeks.

This day the shaggy little mess was particularly forlorn, so I decided to take him to the pound.

He was never claimed and he officially became mine.

I cleaned him up and named him Scoda.

He then spent the rest of his days loved, happy, healthy and with his tummy full.

 

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Douglas: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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As I look down at my Ugg Boots that are starting to fall apart I am reminded of the ex-girlfriend who bought them for me.

Stacy was her name. She had issues and her life had been full of shame.

In the end we went our separate ways and the Ugg Boots remain my only reminder of what had been.

I hope she’s out there doing fine. Not a day goes by that I don’t pray she’s healthy and happy.

Maybe in the next life I’ll convince her to be my wife and happily ever after we can be.

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Cindy: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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As Cindy looked out of the castle she knew what she needed to do.

She would go and return her heart to the only boy that was ever true.

Although Billy hadn’t a dollar to his name.

She jumped on one of the maids bicycles and rode off in the rain.

When she got to Billy’s he was so happy that she no longer felt afraid.

Billy the poor beggar boy would be the next king after that day.

The Royal Family would have to accept him now, there was no other way.

They ran off and eloped that very day.

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Jemma: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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Jemma stared out into the morning fog and just absorbed the beauty that was Calabash Station.

She’d gone into the west paddock early that morning looking for a stray sheep. Billy had left the gate open again. That irresistible idiot Billy, Jemma really wasn’t sure what she was going to do with him.

As the fog began to recede she saw the sheep grazing below.

Jemma and her horse Pinto returned the sheep to its paddock and securely shut the gate.

Jemma looked at her watch and smiled. She still had enough time to go and have breakfast with Billy.

Norma: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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The farmer had left the gate open.

Norma felt such extreme excitement at this realisation that the poor old ewe nearly choked on the grass she was eating.

Norma looked around to make sure she wasn’t being watched and then made for the gate like a slow and wobbly bat outta hell.

Norma trotted as fast as she could, but the Farmer was pulling up his truck and throwing her in the back before she had a chance to blink.

The Farmer put Norma back in the paddock and locked the gate.

Norma sat defeated, dreaming of her almost escape.

Sandy: Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge

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Sandy snuck up the stairs; you could tell she was shaking as the torches beam bounced all over the place. She had heard the sound of a child’s laughter upstairs, right before the power had gone out.

Sandy was really regretting moving to Broken Hill.

Her heart was hammering and she gave a little yelp when she heard the laughter again. A small near translucent snowy figure floated right past her and through the front door. As soon as it was gone the power came back on.

Sandy made the decision right then that she was moving back to Charlestown.

Devils Juice

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(No this poem is not about me, It’s merely an observation!)

Decided on drinking rum

For as long as the bottle lasts

Regretting the decision

Fills up the next day

Head aching so hard

That all other thoughts gone away

Replaying the night over

Fragments are missing

My memory betrays me

How did I get these cuts on my feet

Oh the back door is broken

And now there is blood on the sheets

My tongue feels like sandpaper

And there is vomit on my shirt

God I wish the room would stop spinning

And my head didn’t hurt

I swear I’ll never touch that devils juice again

Oh who am I kidding

I am lying

And I am ashamed

Tonight I will do it all again

The world is too dark

And I’m afraid

It is too dark to be sober

So I will stay drunk and brave

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#PoetryMonth: From Prompt to Poem

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My Attempt (Not as good as Robert’s, I think) But I had fun 🙂

Breathtaking the catastrophe is
Pleasant and alluring is the inferno paradise

Fate craving streetwise witches classify mergers
Yearning the distinct Infamous Ruler shelters the disturbance notebook

The vaccine compensation is arousing
Almighty excuses howl and fluctuate

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This month is flying by WAY too fast. As you know, I’m trying to spend the month reading and WRITING poetry since I haven’t done either much lately. Well, I have been reading some more poetry. The writing part of this plan is still not happening much.

At the beginning of the month, I was getting more active on Instagram (surprised me too) and found (/was found by) a poet, Nairy Fstukh, who shared a Tumblr page full of writing prompts from 2012’s National Poetry Month. I don’t find much from prompts that actually prompt me to write a good poem, but I wanted to give a few a try.

The other night, I picked one that seemed interesting. You’ll find that prompt and the poem I created from it, below. And if you’d like to find more on the poet who turned me onto this prompt site, you can…

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

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For this week’s challenge, we are asked to write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.

My Brain processing this week’s challenge: Hmm 50 word story –A story has to have a beginning, middle and end. Dang what kind of story can I tell in 50 words. What does 50 words look like, well half of what it looks like when you do the Friday 100 word story challenge, idiot << That was 53 words! Does it count as a story, probably not LOL.

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The savage wind was forcing her closer to the cliff. She just needed to make it to the abandoned mine on Peters Ridge. Battered and bruised by the wind she finally got there. She pulled a blanket out of her backpack and huddled down for an uncomfortable but safe night.

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Bam! 50 words 🙂

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#PoetryMonth: a preview from My Mind the Menace, by @SarahAlison27

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Promo on A life among the pages 🙂 🙂

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This is a collection from a darker period in Sarah’s life, a period she is happy to say she made it through. Here as a teaser is two poems from the collection available now at Smashwords.

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Shame

You are self-scented
But self-sufficient you are not
Your arguments for your behaviour are rot
You will never grow up
You were not taught how
A responsible adult is all I ask for
All I get is a childish howl
You are never happy with what you’ve got
And some of what you think you’ve got
You have not
You lost my love
Betrayed by my fraying heart
From this life we started living
I did depart
I am not only to blame
Although I’ll take on all the shame
To washed up madness you have…

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