Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

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 🙂


Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine. This is my first time doing a fiction piece for my entry. I normally relate the topic to my life somehow but this time I decided to do a flash fiction piece. Hope you like it.

Stephanie stood in a state of shock. She just couldn’t fathom it. The strikingly handsome man standing in front of her was telling her his name was Rylan and he was her great grandson from the future and they had to go into the past to save the whole family from a curse that was playing out in his lifetime. Steph needed to sit down. Steph needed at double shot of tequila.

The more she looked at Rylan the more she thought he looked familiar, the more she saw a resemblance between him and her high school sweetheart Tom. He had Tom’s vibrant emerald eyes, scruffy unruly dark brown hair and the shame shaped face, although she never got to see Tom reach his full potential as a man. When she looked at Rylan’s strong broad form, she couldn’t help imagine that’s how he would have turned out. Too beautiful for words.

As Rylan lead her outside to his time machine, which to her eyes just looked like an old beaten up Hilux 4WD Ute. She couldn’t help but think about the last time she had seen Tom. They had been fifteen at the time. Neither of their families approved of their connection. Rylan was from a very wealthy family with a money hungry ogre of a father. Tom’s father wanted Rylan to focus on his studies and join the family law firm or follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a well noted surgeon. Nothing less would do and as far as he was concerned Stephanie and her whole family would ruin the Goodwells reputation.

As for Steph’s family, her father had been killed in a coal mining accident when she was only fine and she’d grown up an only child living with her Grandmother Martha and mother May, both practising loyal religious Wiccans. The three of them lived as green a life as possible, loving and respecting nature, but this ‘hippy’ approach made the neighbourhood think they were crazy hippies and witches.

While all three of the ladies had traditional witchy powers the reason the natural witches blood line had survived so long was because they didn’t go around reading people fortunes or making love potions, or messing with fate or other people’s lives. They simply worshiped and worked the land and tried to keep their ceremonies a secret.

Tom knew what Steph was, she had let him carry out simple thankfulness and happiness ceremonies with him. In fact he was the only person she’d ever spoke to outside of the family about any of it. Everyone at school just thought she was some tree loving hippy and she was ok with that.

Steph was snapped out of her daydream to reality when she saw inside the old Hilux. Where the simple old Hilux Dash should have been there was flashing lights, buttons and things she couldn’t describe, it looked like something out of a fighter jet. A futurist fighter jet. She questioned Rylan as to what exactly he needed her help with and where they were going. Problem was she wasn’t really listening, she kept thinking about Tom. So when there was a high pitch squeal and a flash of bright white light she had no idea what was going on.

As the light faded and she looked around, she was in the bush up the back of her old high school. But this bush didn’t exist anymore it had been turned into a shopping complex and a new housing estate. She got out of the Hilux / Time Machine and looked around dazed, as she looked back down towards the school, she could she two kids running flat out to get back inside the grounds. It was her and Tom. It sent a shiver down her spine, so many times had her and Tom snuck out of the grounds to muck around in the caves at the back of the school.

Stephanie looked around for Rylan still trying to believe what her eyes saw. Rylan was standing at the entrance of one of the caves beckoning her in, she shook her head as she reached where he was standing and demanded to know what was going on and why he had brought her here, he rolled his eyes and went into a long winded explanation, she only caught bits of it as she was staring back down the hill reminiscing. She caught about this much; On this day in the caves she had lost a bracelet and Rylan had brought her back to find it, because unbeknown to her, her mother or her grandmother the bracelet that had been passed down through the family wasn’t just a good luck type charm bracelet as they had always thought, it did in fact have secret shielding abilities against something called a Vaper, she didn’t want to know what that was. She was confused as to why he couldn’t just look for it himself, but he stated that no one had ever seen it since her, so he didn’t know what it looked like. Strange she thought, but she continued to describe it. She was really starting to think that nothing made sense, like how did he know she lost it on this day and how did he even know it ever existed, and hell a frigging time machine that looked like an old Ute. Before she could make up her mind as were to go from here, Rylan shouted ‘’FOUND IT” and held the Amethyst and Onyx bracket that Steph hadn’t seen for years in his hand. Steph was starting to worry that she may have made some sort of monumental mistake, but she got no impression of evil or wrong doing from Rylan, in fact when she read his soul, he seemed perfectly pure. This puzzled her even more.

Rylan hurried her back to the Ute and before she knew it she was standing on the curb of her apartment block watching Rylan drive down the street then bursting into a ball of light.

She felt like she was going to pass out, she was so overwhelmed. She went inside and made a cup of tea, but nothing would calm her down. She went down to the garages and reversed out her hybrid Honda Civic and floored the little engine as fast as she could over to her Grandmother and Mother’s house, the house she grew up in, there she thought she’d be safe and could talk this all out with her favourite two people on earth.

As Steph pulled into the street she saw a black BMW parked out the front of their house. Her whole body started to shake and her vision went fuzzy. She was screaming at herself in her head “WHAT HAVE I DONE”. As she got out of her car and walked to the front door she could see her mum talking to someone, he turned around and at first she thought it was Rylan, then he spoke and called out her name. It was Tom. She promptly passed out and fell in a heap on the front lawn.

The end …… Or is it?

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years

In this week’s writing challenge we are being asked to explore what age means to us.

I always wanted to grow up, to be older. I looked forward to each birthday with great enthusiasm. I think the turning point was when I hit twenty four. As a teenager I’d told myself I’d get my shit together as an adult and it’d be awesome. When I turned twenty four I really struggled and had a life crises in my head, I tried to keep it to myself and not let on how much I was freaking out inside. At twenty four my life was nothing like I had planned! And I couldn’t handle that fact. I’ve always been obsessed with age and am terrified of death. Since having my son at twenty six, I got over my whole life not as I planned issues, because he’s better than anything I had planned. I have to remind myself daily that I’m not old. That I’m still young at twenty seven and can still accomplish all the things I want to. My dreams have changed since having my son and I really do think they changed for the better. Before having my son I dreamed constantly of being nineteen and carefree again! But I wouldn’t go back now. I really wish I could slow down time, so I could enjoy my current life and my son’s for two life times, because one will simply not be enough for all the love I have and all the things I want to do.

I guess age is just a number and it’s all about how you feel. Well some days I’m still that carefree nineteen year old. Some days I feel one hundred and some days I’m still a fucked up scared little fifteen year old who’s experiencing the real world for the first time.

I think I freak out the older I get because I’m pushing the risk factor, like every year I survive the universe is compounding more ways to take me out before I’m ready. I try to live my life with no regrets, because when I’m lying on my death bed at hopefully a ripe old age, I don’t want to be afraid, I want to say ‘’Yep I had a good time, I accomplished all I wanted and I’m reading for the party to end’’.

I am working towards my dreams and my goals. But just like telling myself every day I have time, I must tell myself to be patient because these things will not happen overnight.


Weekly Writing Challenge: Object

As I look around my desk trying to decide on an object I pick up my thermos and have a drink.

My Thermos. I love my Thermos, so why not talk about it. It’s a shiny midnight blue steel 750 ml container – so it’s not the prettiest thing in the world, but it’s functional. I was told when I bought it that it would give me 12 of heat and 24 hours of cold retention. I bought my thermos late last year at a 4wd, Fishing and Camping Expo that my husband, my baby son and I attended. There were a great number of things I would have liked to have purchased at that expo, but I was a good girl and only came away with the thermos (my husband did buy a bunch of other camping equipment).

I learnt the hard way with heat. I made a cup of coffee, poured it into my thermos and took it to work. After about two hours I gave up and tipped it into a regular mug so it would cool down enough so I could drink it. Now if I choose to put coffee in it I make it drinking temperature. Mainly though I just use my thermos as a drink bottle. I rarely manage to drink as much water as I should, but with the water being kept cold I end up drinking more, Yay!

Now just for fun – An ode to my Thermos:

Oh Thermos all shiny and blue

You keep my water cold

How much I love you

Your stainless steel construction

Makes you nice and tough

Which is a good thing because I’m careless

And your life is pretty rough

I fill you up with cold water

And toss you in the car

You bounce and roll all over the place

And it leaves not a dent or a scar

Oh my gosh your awesome

Oh how much I love you

I am so fortunate to have bought you