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100 Words for 100th Day Flash Fiction Challenge – Greater than This

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Hello everyone, that emergency hug is for any of you who need it. Things are heavy right now, even my diet feels that way (which means I feel that way). Every time I’m feeling this weight (not talking about the physical or the diet, that’s a different conversation that involves…you guessed it YOGA! LOL), something occurs that tells me to hold on and be strong.

My mother gave me this little statue some time ago. I apologize I do not have the artist’s name right now, but neither my mother nor I made it. That said I could have sworn I had her centered on that post and facing a different direction. I was in the bathroom and looked over to see her facing me right as I was feeling a little down. This stopped my thoughts. I was really sure this was not how I left her but whatever…it was perfect. This moment reminded me how I need to carry myself even amidst this struggle.

I have been learning a lot about the struggles of others as we all struggle together. It’s not that I didn’t know but I didn’t know how it feels to be so isolated and restricted. My significant other, among others, has been relaying to me that what we are all experiencing – this social distancing, being restricted from going and doing whatever we want – is what African-Americans and Native Americans, among others, have been living for a very long time. Think “whites only”.

For decades, African-Americans were not allowed to eat wherever they pleased. They couldn’t just visit the new restaurant in town because it sounded nice. A black man could not be seen with a white woman out on the town, enjoying themselves, never mind loving each other, without risking their lives. A black man could not look at a white woman without repercussions. If women were property, black women were less than that. Their work for the family and household, both their own and that of the slave master, was not respected nor noticed, never mind complemented or appreciated. Black people, families and individuals could not go about town as they pleased, smiling and waving at their neighbors – not their white neighbors – without fear or skepticism. White people forced social distancing on all the people of color. We were essentially, the virus, polluting the space we inhabited.

This discrimination has not ended. We are still witnessing the virus of hatred infect millions of people. We are still watching the virus of violence against “other” replicate again and again. Sadly, it is in some people’s DNA. Sadly, some people use their DNA to carry on the evil that is prejudice and racism. We have recently been told that the “other” communities are suffering even more from the virus as a result of decades of discrimination. Some go about like nothing bad is happening, while many suffer directly or indirectly. Sound familiar?

It sucks.

My parents always corrected us when we used that word: SUCKS. But I feel its crassness is necessary here because this sucks. And when I think about how this must feel for anyone or any people to have lived and live on a daily basis, their whole lives, my heart breaks. It is a shattering sensation. A feeling akin to breaking glass inside me. The pieces ricochet and as they do they cut everything around them. Inside I bleed for the inflicted pain.

But I am better for this.

I enter the room inside me and take in the wreckage. With my index finger I touch the blood on the walls. In its reflection I see not only my face as I am going through this trauma now but the faces of so many people I know not to even exist. I’m picking up the pieces of glass and they sparkle. Sparkles inspire me. They speak in a language that is light. They tell me to write. And so I do. I look ahead, searching for what has broken. What I find is that what’s broken was a barrier. On the other side of the barrier is more than me.

I welcome you to join me in this week’s flash fiction challenge. This challenge’s theme is barriers. Interpret it as you will but what you write must be 100 words, no more no less, to mark the 100th day of 2020. Here’s my piece.

more than me

I step forward. Suddenly there’s a wall. I look left, right, turn around. There was a wall here?

A whistle. I turn, there’s a man. He flickers, his brown skin deepens. His beard softens away. She smiles.

Another spark, her form shrinks. A small hand grabs mine. A jolt ruptures the shadows that blind me. We are living a shared experience.

Lightning, the form becomes three. They do not shun me. They bring me close. They sing:

Allow the song

of your soul

to rise above the pain

And bring you to your feet

For you are greater than this.

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Day What of Quaran-time?

Hey there folks, how you holding up? Are you keeping busy during your quaran-time, that’s what I’m calling this, Quaran-time.

***Note: I wrote this this past weekend. I’ve actually written a couple different post drafts but it seems I just can’t get back to them. So hopefully these next couple days I’ll get to that backlog. That said, this is a little long (which one isn’t Elpy?! Lol) but it’s heart felt, little tear jerking, and small taste of my most recent reality.

I really don’t know what “day” this is, day 12, eight, 42? I’ll figure it out for the next post but I like not knowing right now.

Last week was kind of a tough week. Okay no it was a tough week. My emotions were certainly on the low end of the spectrum. As I think I’ve mentioned before, my anxiety causes me to worry a lot, A LOT. Coming in to this whole debacle I’ve really been trying to manage my anxiety and not worry as much. I’d say I’ve had some success thus far. I’m constantly telling myself NOT to worry. So when the world flipped upside down and required me to WORRY MORE I can’t say it didn’t piss me off. Worry more? You want me to worry more? Wash or sanitize my hands ALL THE TIME?

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Cases are exploding in my state. The rational part of me knows this is because they’ve dramatically increased testing. In the beginning they were only running tests out of a state run lab and I think their capacity was about 100 or so a day. Then they allowed testing at other labs as well as hospitals. We went from about 80 cases to over 300 in 24 hours. Now we’re over 17k. Again, I know this virus has been around a lot longer than we’ve been reacting to it, that loads more people have it than we even know. There should be no surprise surrounding these numbers. But that does not change the rational fear that this is happening at all. That does not change that these numbers are shocking. Here in the United States, I think we thought we were invincible.

While my emotions rolled down the hill, the news came in that we might be looking at 100k deaths, and that’s not the worst case. I will explain quickly that I’m choosing not to report the whole statistic. This is not because I want to paint a rosier picture or downplay the situation. I believe in dealing with facts but I know you’re not here reading this because you’re looking for coronavirus facts and statistics. I’m spooked and I don’t want to zero in on all that right now. As much as the facts freak me out I make a point to listen and read to stay up to date. This post is just catching you up and sharing my experience.

Hearing those statistics made me vulnerable to a little bit of a breakdown. Nothing serious, just some real crying and strong anxiety about what 100k deaths could look like. Me and my emotions hit a rock at the bottom of the hill and flew over the handlebars! How close will this come to the circles in my life?

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The following morning, after waking up throughout the night, I got up and … looked at Facebook. I don’t think this is a healthy practice, going straight to social media like that but on that day I’m glad I did even if the news was devastating. I found out that the veterinarian, Dr. Peter Sakas, who I’d been taking my birds to for about 12 years had passed away, had been killed by the virus. I could not believe what I was reading. There he was, smiling in all the posted photos, this person I didn’t know well but trusted as an important part of “my team”. I trusted him implicitly with my two birds. If I had to drive hours to bring them to him so be it. Dr. Sakas knew his shit, and every one of us who knew him knows that.

Let me take a second to tell you I have two parrots. An almost 24 year old African Gray Parrot and an 18 year old Umbrella Cockatoo, both males. You already probably know I love birds but it breaks my heart to have them in cages. However the reality is this, they are not meant to be captive and yet as captives I have to keep them safe. In my case that means keeping them in cages. I do not condone the breeding of captive parrots for the pet trade, particularly medium to large birds. They belong free. Given that these creatures should spend hours a day flying from roost to feeding locations back to roost, preening their flock-mates, vocalizing to and between each other, watching for predators, creating nest cavities, and raising their young among so many other things, they are not well suited to life indoors. As such they are high maintenance, in my humble opinion.

This is not to say that parrots can’t live happy lives with their human companions. I’m not poo-pooing on all the parrot households out there like life with a bird in the house is just hard but it’s not without it’s challenges. They are rewarding companions, certainly unlike any other pet, but I would say they require more specialized care. And I know a lot of bird owners that would agree.

What’s my point? Not just any veterinarian is suited to care for a bird. A lot will say they see birds, but being willing to see them and being a specialist are two different things. I know a couple other vets who aren’t specialists and don’t seem to see a lot of birds but they can provide the basic care for sure. Just had to take my Gray in because he was sneezing a lot. They did what’s called a gram stain, swab his choana (let’s just call it throat) and cloaca (the rear end cavity for “urine” and feces, like in reptiles and amphibians as well). We mammals on the other hand tend to have separate mechanisms for the different types of waste. He does have a bit of an infection in his choana and is now on antibiotics. This particular woman veterinarian is very nice and knowledgeable. She does a good job for sure. My hat is off to her for the care she provides, her desire to learn more and especially for her to keep going to work. Veterinarians are on the front lines as well, let’s not forget that. And so it is with all due respect that I say no one is a stand in for Dr. Sakas. He was still my go to, and if things got serious, we got in the car.

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So taking my birds to the vet is a little nerve wracking for me unless it’s pretty basic. I knew though that Dr. Sakas was an expert. Who knows how many birds were under his care. I’ve never been in one place and seen that many birds outside of a show or rescue. I can tell you that there are people who rescue birds who took all their birds to him, wild or pet. I can tell you I heard a story that a man drove hours in a Corvette to bring a turkey in to see him. It meant everything to me to know when I took my birds to see him I was taking them to a an expert. I was doing the best I could for them putting them in the hands of a man who knew and loved what he was doing. Dr. Sakas said he never worked a day in his life because he loved what he did so he didn’t see it as work. But work work work he did.

Please know as you read this that nothing I say is meant as a slight at any other doctor. I’m very comfortable visiting my local vet for check-ups, questions, and even emergencies, like one bird bit the other or what’s up with his toe (yes x-ray shows he has arthritis). It’s just that Dr. Sakas was an extraordinary person. His commitment to his patients and their parents/caregivers went above and beyond.

The fact that he is now gone. That the clinic moves on with life without him – my heart goes out to his family, friends, and colleagues for the hole that’s now in their life – is hard to grasp. Of all the people…of all the people… Someone online said he was the St. Francis of our time. My vote’s in for that too. This news was a shitty blow. Even though it was April 1st, there was no fooling around with this. That day started with a broken heart’s song of tears and mourning.

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And so it is I’m going to leave this post here. It’s long enough and well I think you get the point. That week, last week, was a hard week. Dr. Sakas was the first and hopefully only breach the virus has made in my circle. He was a good, good person and fantastic doctor. I can only hope you’ve had the pleasure of knowing him or knowing someone who cares for your non-human (and human) family the way he did mine. I told my inner circle (in texts) about his death, sharing the message I saw with photos. My cousin called me to console me. We chatted and philosophized. Then deep in my soul I knew I had to pull myself together and get through this.

I pulled out my yoga mat and streamed a video, a great yoga fusion video, from yogadownload.com. I grounded myself. I let the movement, strenuous and soothing, enlighten me and my body. I prayed for my friend and his loved ones. I picked myself up and got on with my day. All the while thinking about those we’ve lost and how we owe it to them to keep going and be stronger for them and because of them. Dr. Sakas worked really hard, he kept going and going like the Energizer bunny.

To Dr. Sakas, wherever you are, thank you. From the bottom of my heart and soul, thank you for the care you provided my boys and the peace of mind you gave me. Your family said you said you’d never retire, and so you didn’t. Cheers my friend.

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Six-Foot Form, Hexameter with D. Avery

Good Thursday evening to you all. How’s your life going? Keeping yourself busy? I am, I am. Looking forward to getting some organization done both in house and in story! Now if I could find that three-hole punch gadget I have…

Yesterday I was browsing some other blogs and their posts. In doing so I came across a nice challenge over at ShiftNShake: Home Brewed Prose & Poetry by D. Avery. The post was from a week ago. The name of the post is “To Hex With It” with Kid and Pal, the fictional ranch hands. They’re quite a pair of characters, accents and all. Do check them out. In this post readers were invited to leave a “six-foot comment, that is twelve syllables”, thus an Iambic Hexameter (at least another commenter called it that

March 19 Flash Fiction Challenge from Carrot Ranch

Hey guys, how you holding up? Are you in a place that’s under some kind of stay at home order? Today I feel a little more anxious about things but still hopeful. When I first started this post the states of California and New York were announcing statewide lock-downs. Since then Connecticut, Massachusetts, Michigan, and New Jersey plus five others and many cities are under similar executive orders. India, as a whole apparently, is also on lockdown. Still I pray and pray for relief, a slow in the spread of the virus. I pray for everyone the world over.

That said, I read a beautiful post by Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch Dynamic Literary Community. She opens with evidence of a rabbit on her roof. I encourage you to read her post. Charli talks about our new reality and looking back on March 2020. How will you look back on March 2020? For some of you the change in reality came in February, maybe even January. We will all look back on this with 2020 hindsight. Oh my, how we did not know when this year started the irony of 2020.

In her post Charli shares their last day before the change as well as she and her husband coming down with symptoms. She shares with us their experience trying to get tested. Trying. Luckily it sounds like they’re getting better.

What I want to reflect on about her post is the topic of writing fiction. Many years ago I stopped reading fiction for about five years. I got it in my head that doing so was not important, not productive and well, kind of useless. It wasn’t a huge deal, it’s not like I was reading a lot of fiction anyways. No I just didn’t bother to read any novels. Done. I also thought that if I was going to be doing anything with fiction, it should be writing my own novel. Wrong. Writing is like any other profession, practice, craft, exercise, you have to study it. However, you don’t have to go to school to study writing, you can read books, novels and more. (By the way, I wound up screwing my head back on straight and have long been back to reading novels.

“Never Have I Ever” Writer Tag

Hello peoples out there in the world! I hope you’re doing well or at least more well than not. Every day I’m praying for the minds of the scientists and the physical and mental well-being of all healthcare professionals and frankly, everyone around the world. So I hope you’re feeling some random love coming your way.

Today’s post is totally different but super fun (so I think

Hi there!

Hi there kind visitor, thanks for stopping by. I hope you find my blog interesting, and if you do maybe you want to follow me and hit that like button/star/icon and perhaps even leave a comment! Woo hoo that would be lovely.

But that’s not what this sticky post is for. I just wanted to say hold on friends, you are not alone. I don’t know your circumstances but I’m praying for us all that God bless the scientists, professionals, and everyone working around the clock to get this coronavirus under control to some extent. May they find the treatment we need, be successful in developing a vaccine, and keep us all safe and well by implementing policies and directions that will help slow the spread of the virus and provide us some relief.

Social distancing, self-isolating, and quarantining are not easy. No doubt it’s easier for some more than others. I’m thinking of you. I’m praying for you and your family. Hunker down but don’t panic. Make sure you have necessary supplies – like medications and pet food too – but don’t hoard and keep others from getting what they need. Don’t forget to care for your mental wellness as well as your physical. This kind of situation can be super trying on our minds, and stress does not do a body good. So be sure to talk to each other, share your concerns, don’t be afraid to laugh, smile, get some sunshine (safely), and get some exercise whatever that looks like for you.

If you’re interested I put together a survey thing just testing it out and getting a feel for things. I like quizzes and surveys so maybe you do too. My questions revolve around what you’re maybe or maybe not doing to keep yourself sane and occupied during this time, with regard to reading. It should follow this paragraph if I did it right. If you don’t want to take it, no worries, I’m just glad you’re here.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – Tapping

Please visit Carrot Ranch Literary Community and read Charli Mills’ beautiful post about the tap-tapping of spring coming forth in the Keweenaw Bay. It’s a beautiful lesson in gratitude even in precarious times. It’s true, that even as this pandemic crashes against us in waves of fear, spring is coming and it’s still beautiful.

My sister shared a post on social media in which the author of the post instructs us to go outside and breathe, plant your feet on the Earth. Ironically before I plunged into the rabbit hole that social media often is, I pet my dog and welcomed my birds to the new day. In doing so I thought about the fact that they – for the most part because no doubt they sense a shift in energy – aren’t aware of this pandemic. They don’t know and aren’t worried about its spread or how best they can practice social-distancing. This made me think about the world outside, nature. Nature always keeps going. It just keeps doing its thing.

Spring will not be cancelled. The birds will not stop singing. The flowers will not remain underground. The trees continue their energetic push to grow buds, flowers, seeds, and leaves. The wildness around us keeps on being wild. As I think about this, what my sister shared, and Charli Mills’ post and her friend in hospice making plans to see fireworks on the 4th of July, I think about keeping on. I think about how Charli’s right, there’s hope in plans. I will still make plans. I will breathe and take in the sun. I will plant my feet and salute the sun.

And I will try my hand at Carrot Ranch’s 99-word flash fiction challenge this week.

March 12, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes tapping. You can play with the sound, make it an action, or create something unexpected. Tap a story and go where the prompt leads!

https://carrotranch.com/2020/03/13/march-12-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

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Get Out of My Head

There was tapping around my house. I could not find it. Upstairs, downstairs, I looked in every room.

“What the hell!” One more sign I did not have control of my life. I collapsed in bed. There was movement behind the blinds. Tap-tap-tap.

I jumped up and twirled the wand, opening the blinds. Away went the red bird. It was vibrant, not the drab of winter. The sun glowed on my face. Green points poked up through the dirt. Birds whistled around my yard.

“Oh Little Cardinal, thank you for enlightening me with your tap-tap-tap.”

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Thanks for reading! If you’d like to participate in the Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s flash fiction challenge please click on the link at the top of this post. Inspired by Carrot Ranch to do more flash fiction work myself I’ve also started doing a weekly flash fiction challenge. Please click HERE to read what I’ve been working on. My challenges can be done at any time.

As always Thank You Carrot Ranch for sharing your great post and really cool challenge!

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Mental Wellness and 71-Word Challenge

Hello everyone, how are you? I hope you and your loved ones are well and safe. Things are kind of scary right now for us all. My state just announced their first case of COVID-19 and it makes me want to bury my head in the sand. But freaking out isn’t going to do me any good. I think this is a good time to reach out (by phone or internet, not physically!) to people you know around the (your) nation and world, especially those in heavily affected areas, to see how they are. I did this the other night, messaging family members whose contacts I have. I know some people might think me awfully dramatic (guilty as charged) but my spirit compelled me! I have family in Washington and when I thought about them I wondered how they were, so I asked.

I think it’s especially important to reach out to the people you know who are at higher risk for contracting the virus as well as people you know who have mental illness. I suffer from anxiety and I have a particularly difficult time worrying about matters of health. Some people call me a hypochondriac. Based on the definition, “a person who is abnormally anxious about their health”, I most certainly am. I’m not proud of this fact and I know it’s irrational but when my mind gets to whirring those thoughts around about what these constant headaches, chest pains, sparkles in my vision are it is extremely difficult to just shut them off. My best bet is to ask myself some questions:

Is this an emergency, as in I need urgent care? If not then,Is there anything I can and should do about this now? In other words, if my doctor’s office is open, can I schedule an appointment? If not, then calm down, leave it alone, call when you can.Can I simply monitor this myself, thereby taking a strong stand as my own advocate?

If an appointment is necessary and scheduled, then I need to distract my thoughts away from the worry while I wait for my the day. This all seems pretty common sense but it can be really stressful. What’s my point? During this pandemic people like myself are probably experiencing even more than our usual every day anxiety. It wouldn’t hurt to check in with a text or e-mail or phone call and see how people are doing. I’m alright. I’m keeping myself up to date with the latest news. I’m washing my hands when available to me and using hand sanitizer or wipes when I can’t wash. I cancelled travel plans and plan to avoid people as best I can. This means my trip to the store yesterday afternoon will turn into late night or early morning trips to avoid large crowds, all the while being safe about my surroundings. I’ll gather some food supplies to avoid having to go out more and be prepared should I need to hunker down. I am not freaking out, I’m being cautious. Freaking out would disable me, making me more dysfunctional than not. I’ll also see what I can do to get another month of medications. I have extra pet food as well.

We all have to do what we can to stay healthy and keep those around us healthy. Not all my worries are irrational or extra but staying healthy means I also have to look out for my mental health. Keep exercising, continue yoga, and probably make some time to meditate or whatever to calm my mind. Let’s all make sure to remember it’s important we care for our mental health as well.

In case you’re wondering, and in case it would help to share, here’s an example of a mild hypochondriac panic attack:

Almost two weeks ago (maybe?) I was at a big box grocery store. It was really busy. We didn’t have any cases in my state yet so I was less nervous but still concerned. As I made my way to the dairy section to get some cottage cheese I noticed a woman cough into a tissue balled up in her hand (not covering her mouth with it or her hand, but balled up uselessly in the middle of her hand). She was with another woman by the yogurt. Instantly my heart rate increased. I thought oh my God why is she in the store! Okay, calm down, she might have allergies or some kind of breathing or lung matter. Maybe she’s not sick.

Regardless, I decided I’d leave my cart where I was at and quickly walk over to the cottage cheese, grab a container and hustle back to my cart. That’s what I did. Then as I turned around I saw them walking towards me. Heart rate, up, more. Oh God, oh God, oh God she’s coughing! Hold my breath, hold my breath. Do you know how difficult it is to hold your breath while you’re anxious? I went back to my cart holding my breath until I couldn’t and was far enough away to believe I was safe. But the fear did not leave me. The incident did not leave me.

I bought my groceries and left the store. I used my sanitizer then just sat in my car replaying the situation over and over. Little evil butterflies flew rampantly in my gut. I decided then that what I should have done was walked in the opposite direction and went all the way around the next aisle to get back to my cart. Over and over I thought this. I pictured myself doing it. I imagined how I wouldn’t have come close to them had I done that. I worried that I had made a critical mistake. Then I thought, no you just should have ditched the cottage cheese all together as soon as you saw that woman cough. She probably doesn’t have the coronavirus but what if! All the way home I thought about this. At home I thought about it. And still I remember it. That incident for me was distressing to say the least. Once it was over, I then also had to imagine what if I were to contract it and then visit my elderly aunt?

I’m sharing this to give you a snap shot. Like I said, I’m fine but having anxiety means I’m a greater risk to mishandle real fear and make things more difficult than I need to. So maybe see how the people you know are doing (not in person), you never know when your compassion could help ease another person’s soul.

With that I’m going to issue a 71-Word writing prompt challenge. The theme is looking passed fear.

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What should I do?

“You know what this means don’t you?”

I stared.

“Transformation. Metamorphosis. Change! You could be change.”

“But… what if -“

“You can’t hide forever. Your wings will show them there is hope in our future. When you finally fly you will be filled with their magic and it will fill your voice. Your voice must be heard.”

I flexed my double set of wings. They shivered. The thin butterfly wings changed colors.

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There you have it, my 71-word flash fiction piece. I encourage you to participate and try your hand at flash fiction, no more no less than 71 words. Post your story in the comments or a link to your page with your story. Please link back to me here. If you’re interested in my other flash fiction challenges as well as those I participated in over at Carrot Ranch, please follow the links below. Carrot Ranch Literary Community run by Charli Mills is who I have to thank for my doing these flash fiction challenges. I’m so grateful for the inspiration provided thanks to her 99-word challenges. This is a great thing for my writing practice.

67-Word writing prompt60-Word writing prompt56-Word writing prompt47-Word writing prompt38-Word writing prompt



Carrot Ranch 99-word writing challenge:



Carrot Ranch Feb 20 Flash Fiction Challenge99-Word flash fiction prompt – 30 JanuaryFlash Fiction Challenge from Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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67-Word Writing Prompt

Hey guys how ya been? Sorry it took me so long to post again, I mean it feels like a long time. That’s life though right? Right. Okay today I will be short and sweet. By my calculations it’s the 67th day of the year. Tomorrow begins Daylight savings, 2am tomorrow. Should we start a betting pool of how long it’ll take before we scrap this concept? More and more I hear people asking the question: why? I’ve been wondering that my whole life, even as I’ve heard it explained again and again it never clicks. It’s weird, we’ll see. But daylight will be our theme today. However you translate that in your story go with it.

Write 67 words, no more no less, using the theme, topic, idea, whatever of daylight. Please title your piece. Post it in the comments below or post the link to your post (if applicable) and be sure to post back here on your site. Below my piece I’ve included some links to my other word challenges as well as my entries for Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch word challenges. It’s thanks to Carrot Ranch – A Dynamic Literary Community that I do these challenges. I keep trying to get back to hers then miss the mark. But check her out, it’s a great community.

The Shimmer

They would shimmer. I didn’t dare step out and be seen. First a watcher would see me. They know the shimmer. Next, a call will go out to sentinels who notify the alphas. By then the watcher will see my second set. I don’t know what happens then.

But I would love to step into the rising light and stretch my wings, let them finish their growth.

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Alright, your turn! In case you’re wondering or it matters, I do my flash fiction piece (the above) on the fly. I don’t write it in advance. This is all on the fly. But have at it!

Below are the links to my other flash fiction pieces. You might notice that my own prompt responses (as in not my pieces for Carrot Ranch) are related…

My Flash Fiction Pieces



38-Word Writing Prompt47-Word Writing Prompt56-Word Writing Prompt60-Word Writing Prompt



My Carrot Ranch Challenge Responses



Flash Fiction Challenge from Carrot Ranch Literary Community99-Word Flash Fiction Prompt – 30 JanuaryCarrot Ranch February 20 Flash Fiction Challenge

I hope you’re all well and in a safe place. May we keep on in good humor and faith even in these trying times.

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February TBR Additions 2020

Hello again all you fine people. I am here as promised to bring you my February TBR Additions 2020. Perhaps you’ve already read my January TBR Additions list also posted this week (well Sunday). That was a really long list and I thank you for reading it. If you haven’t, know that even though it’s very long it’s also really interesting because the books are quite varied, in my humble opinion that is. This list is not short – there’s 16 books – but it’s not as long as that one (26 books). ***It’s not 20 books because I added four just before midnight. Here I thought it was the 1st already.