The Gardening Project – Flash Fiction

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

The Gardening Project

It seemed like a good idea at the time to start my own gardening project, I had these big ideas of what I could grow from tomatoes and potatoes to flowers of all different colours to brighten up the place.

The local supermarket sold children sizes shovels and gloves, we could grow things as a family, and the kids could help me pull out all the weeds so I thought. They quickly lost interest in gardening as their swings and bikes seemed more fun.

And as for me other things started to get in the way of this grand project.

Based on a true story (haha)

Rochelle hosts the Friday Fictioners a 100 word Flash Fiction, where we write something based on a photo prompt, pop over to her blog and join in the fun. 🙂

 

Flash Fiction – Gran

Gran

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Photo Prompt thanks to © Karuna

Mum had tried to get Gran to start going through her things and get rid of what she no longer needed.

Mum knew that if she didn’t at least make a start her brother and her would be left with the lot to sort when she had gone.

Gran hadn’t been very corporative with the idea of a sort. Then the fire happened and almost everything was lost,

She said that Grandad had asked her to leave the fire on for when he came home from work, but he never came, he never would he had already past on.

Big thanks to Rochelle as always for hosting this weekly event.


I’ve not been around alot recently with so much other stuff going on, Insurance Study, Bank Holidays, Attempting to write my novel, the Manchester stuff. Hopefully I can get back on track now, with this and the upcoming IWSG Blog hop,

I hope everyone is okay 🙂

 

C x

Flash Fiction – In Hiding

In Hiding

I woke suddenly as I heard a crash coming from somewhere, I was scared, alone and I couldn’t see anything but darkness. I began to shake as I pulled the covers up toward my chin,  frozen with fear was this end had someone let slip where I was? maybe if I stayed very still curled in a ball and held my breath I’d be safe.

As the sun began to rise I started to wonder,

creeping from hiding place,

I felt so stiff from being curled up so tight maybe if I just looked out of the window…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I missed last week for various reasons, so I hope this works out okay!

Friday Fictioners is hosted by Rochelle on her blog, so make sure you pop by to join and read her works.

Creative Writing Week 3.1

Back to creative writing today which I quite enjoyed 🙂 John our tutor gave us a task of randomly picking out words from a dictionary and also gave us a beginning and a middle of a story, we then had to create something. I think my practice at Rochelle’s Friday Fictioner’s really helped today, well maybe not trying to get the words in but being able to keep stuff short.

My words were after John shuffled them were

Masquerade, Chaste and Palliate

Looking out of the window, she saw Sam crossing the bridge

she couldn’t help thinking he was trying to Masquerade hiding from who he really was. What was he so afraid and scared of? who cared what people thought of him? it wasn’t like people were Chaste these days. With his parents being from a religious background they had tried to Palliate him but his sexuality wasn’t an illness it was who he was. I watched as he greeted people in the street, they were parent’s of someone to, but they ran to meet him to be consumed by his aura, while his parents watched on in disgust.

the ending should of been other people’s parents ran to meet them, not mine! but I decided to change it slightly!

We have been set a challenge for homework, again using five random words. We had two scenarios

1 You are going on holiday and arrive at the airport check-in desk. The person in front of you is repacking their suitcase when you see an unusal and suspicious item in their luggage

2. You are doing your weekly shop in the local supermarket, when suddenly a women collapses in front of you, she gasps for breath as you kneel over her, and she whisper’s “he wasn’t there” then she loses consciousness

my words were: Corn Beef, Crystal, Elephant, Custard and Rainbow

So I’ll let you know 🙂

 

 

Friday Fictioners – Goodbyes

Hi Guys,

I am not sure on this, this week but here goes…

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Image courtesy of Liz Young.

“I don’t’ want to die, I don’t want to be alone, I want to stay here with you”

“You won’t be alone, you’ll be with all the angels and friends that we thought we’d lost”

“Can’t you come too?”

“It’s not my time yet, but there is a seat at the crematorium I’ll come and visit”

“Every week?”

“I will come and talk to you like I am now, fill you in with all the goings on”

“I’m scared”

“hush, there is no need to be scared, you’ll be safe”

“I love you”

“I love you to”

Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

As always hosted by the Rochelle the weekly 100 word flash fiction inspired by the above photo. Come and join in the fun!

 

 

Friday Fictioners – Saving the Last Dance

Sorry that I am late to the party this week!

Saving the Last Dance

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PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

 I always wanted to dance as much as I have always wanted to write, after long summer days spent with my Gran looking with wonderment at her old dancing shoes.

We would pretend to dance and she would always be full of stories about how Grandad and she would dance the night away. How they would have won Strictly Come Dancing if it had been on in their day.

She would say that when she thinks of him in Heaven she knows he’d be busy trying to woo those angels’ but he would be saving the last dance for her.

Thanks to the amazing Rochelle who hosts Friday Fictioners and I am sorry I am late to the party (insert excuse here) this week.

Friday Fictioners – Points make prizes

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Points Make Prizes

Opening the door I knew why my messages had gone unanswered all night, as I was meet by the smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke. I navigated across the living room through empty beer cans and spotted the PIZZA!  Then I remembered the diet! It was too late my senses had gone into over drive! My mouth watered I could almost feel it inside my mouth and taste the crispy base. If I went out for a run and to Zumba later, I’d get more points? So I could retrospectively use the points now and devour the pizza!!!

 

This was written as part of the Friday Fictioners which is run and organised by Rochelle (her favorite colour is purple too!!!!) Check out her website for more information