FFfAW – Calming the Horses

“What's this, ya'll ain't scared of a little rain and lightning are ya?” Cookie rebukes the horses, “You boys are suppose to be rough n' tough horses not no panty waists.” Just as his voice trailed off he heard howling in the background.

“Oooooooooowwwwww.”

“Oh, I see. You boys ain't 'fraid of no lightning, you just knows there's wolves close by. Now, that's different!”

Taking his pistol, Cookie shoots a few times into the air making the horses even more jittery. The wolves scatter.

Cookie calms the horses and gives them each a carrot.

Just another night on the trail.


(100 words)

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Thank you so much to Scott, with the blog, Scott's Place, for providing our photo prompt this week.

This story is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. In this challenge, we are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-150 words with which we use to create our stories.

Everyone is invited to participate in the challenge and to get more information, click here.

To read all the fabulous stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

MFtS – The Curandera

“From her small balcony, the witch watched her world go by.”

That is what the children of the neighborhood called her and yes, even some of their parents. Was she a witch? No, she was curandera. (kur'-an-der'a) A curandera is a healer, NOT a witch.

Every week Maria goes to the hills outside of town and chooses her medicinal plants carefully. Her grandmother had taught her about plants. She knew very well which plant helps which ailments. Some of her medicinal plants she grew herself, but others she had to go to the hills and find.

Mrs. Caringer came to her breaking point of frustration. She wanted to get pregnant and it just wasn't happening for her. Finally, out of frustration, she came to see Maria. Maria made her a delicious tea and gave her some of the herbs to take home with her, telling her to continue drinking this tea until “the seed was planted.” Two months later, Mrs. Caringer was pregnant. Now, she and Maria are the best of friends and her neighborhood accepts her lovingly as a “cuindera” and not a witch.

(174)

Thank you to Barbara Beacham for providing us with the prompt photo, the first sentence of our stories, and approximately 150 words with which we are to build our stories with. She is the kind host of Mondays Finish the Story challenge. I wish her complete healing from her cancer as she embarks upon her treatment journey. (Many hugs and well wishes Barb!) And thank you for hosting this challenge.

My story is based on “curanderas” of the southwest, in particular, New Mexico, Texas and Arizona. There is a wonderful book about curanderas titled, “Bless Me Ultima” by Rudolfo Anaya (a New Mexico native). I highly recommend reading this wonderful book.

Mondays Finish the Story Challenge is open to all who would like to participate. To learn more about this challenge and/or to join in, click here.

To read all the fantastic stories submitted for this challenge, click on the blue froggy button below:

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SPF-The Green Planet

Discovery of a new “life-sustaining” planet in a universe close to our own, put us all “over the moon.” The planet is “green,” and in order to be green it had to have water. And water meant, “life.”

Twelve days after discovering this life sustaining planet we made our first journey to meet our new neighbors. Three months after departing, we arrived at the green planet. We hoped they would make immediate contact but after waiting several days, no contact was made. No one came to greet us.

We decided to depart our ship and explore our surroundings. We wanted to know more about our discovery. What we found was creepy. The only life we found was green fungi. It was growing everywhere! We didn’t find any oceans, rivers, lakes, or other forms of water. Everything was covered in this creepy green fungi. Then the damn stuff started growing on us!

We boarded our ship and departed immediately. But, this green fungi continues to grow on us. It will take three months to return to earth. What will we look like we finally return home? More important, what in the hell are we bringing with us? God help us.

(200)

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for providing our photo prompt and hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. He provides us with the prompt photo to stir our creative juices and approximately 100-200 words with which we write our stories. This is my 200 word story for this prompt.

Everyone is invited to participate in his challenge. If you would like to know more, click here.

To read all the wonderful stories submitted for this challenge, click here.

FFfAW-When it Rains

Sometimes I cannot see because of the rain placing a veil of drops in my vision's path and all I see are tears and sorrow. No matter how hard I try to see past the rain, the salty tears flow harder and blind my sight. All I can do is wait.. wait for the sun to shine again and for the rain to go away taking the tears and sadness with it. When the sun comes, my life is bright once again and my vision is clear. Then my despairing soul is wonderfully refreshed and love grows all around me.

(100)

This is my 100 word submission for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge, week of 09-08-2015. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we build our stories with. Everyone is invited to participate in this challenge. For more information click here.

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MFtS – Lauren’s Dream

As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upward and remembered Jean Pierre.” The End.

Lauren closed the book and leaned back on her pillow, dreaming of the romance she had just finished reading about. Her dreamy thoughts took her to sometime in the future when she would be romantically involved with a wonderful man, become his wife and the mother of his children. However, no matter how hard she tried to see the face of this man, his face is still hidden from her and she knows it will only fill in when she finds the right face to put there.

Lauren reached up, turned off the light and allowed her sleep dreams to overtake her and carry her into the arms of her future faceless husband.

(115 minus first sentence)

 

A huge thank you to Barbara Beacham for hosting the challenge, Monday Finish the Story. And, a big thank you to Marcy B. Ayanian for providing the prompt photo and first sentence to our story. If you are interested in participating in this challenge, please click here for more information.

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SPF – Resting in the Rig

My home away from home is hard to park and has a closet size room with a bed, a refrigerator, a microwave, a television set and a port-a-potty. (I can sit on the potty and watch a game). It isn’t much but it gives me a chance to rest on my long hauls. I just have to find a place where I can park it all night. There are more overnight parking along highways for the 18-wheelers than there were in the past.

Tomorrow, I get up bright and early, eat a light breakfast and instant coffee and get back on the road for the east coast. I’m hauling a load of eggs. Which by the way, have you priced those things lately? It’s more like I’m hauling a load of gold. Heck, I think I’ll just cook me some of those gold eggs for breakfast.

Gotta go. Games on. (150)

A huge thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge. Allistair provides us with the weekly photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we build our stories with. The challenge is fun and addictive and is open to all who would like to participate. If you are interested in learning more, click here.

Click on the link above and go to the blue froggy button and click to read all the wonderful stories submitted for this challenge.

Emily’s Ghost

Emily’s ghost roams the rail station, crying and searching for her elusive lover.


Emily was with child when Jonathan left, but he did not know; she kept it hidden as long as possible. After three excruciating days of a difficult labor, death consumed her, taking the baby with her.


Anne Marie, Emily’s friend, tried finding Jonathan to tell him, but her letters were continually returned.


Emily and her baby are buried in the city’s Pauper Graveyard with only a small unassuming stone.

Emily and Baby Girl

Died September 12, 1887


Emily searches for Jonathan to make her family complete.

(100)


Thank you to Louise Bunting with The Storyteller’s Abode for the beautiful prompt photo this week.

This is my 100 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where we are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which to build our stories. The challenge is open to everyone who would like to participate. It’s fun and addicting. If you wish more information, please click here. And, to read the stories from great writers, click on the link below.

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MFtS – The Devil’s Abode

The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode” has the graves and tombs of Klu Klux Klan members that fought violently against freeing the black slaves and even tried to wipe out the black race. After their bodies were buried here it became known as the Devils Abode and no one else wants to be buried here. I consider it to be a “dead” cemetary. In fact, family members of the cemetery’s population refuse to come here to pay their respects to their family member. They say, they have no respect for the men that dealt out torture and killing like these men did. No one takes care of their plots or puts flowers on their graves. Seems not one single soul wants to be identified with them. Can’t say that I blame them. As for me, I am writing a novel titled, “Devils Abode.” It is about the men that are buried here and their terrible crimes.

(150)

Barbara Beacham hosts Monday Finish the Story Challenge where she provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence to our stories, and approximately 150 words in which we are to use to build our stories. It’s fun and addicting! Everyone is invited to participate. If you are interested in more information, click here. To read the other wonderful stories click on the link below:

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SPF – The Sacrifice

Alba curled her fingers around the clay jar, carefully keeping it close to her chest lest she spill it. This was an important sacrifice to Bacchus, the God of wine and fertility. She had tried several times to bear a child and both times the babe died in her womb. It had become increasingly important she have a child for her husband, Basilius. He was demanding a healthy child. She must not disappoint. She ran into the Bacchus’s chambers setting her wine on the sacrificial table, hoping that Bacchus, would be pleased. Tonight, she would sleep with her husband and her womb will accept his seed of fertility for safe keeping. Surely, Bacchus, would see to the child’s healthy birth in nine months. She closed her eyes and prayed, “Please, highly favored God, Bacchus, this must work. Please, this must work.” Alba dropped to her knees with hope and despair.

(150)

The chambers of Bacchus, God of Wine and Fertility

 

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for providing our photo prompt and hosting the challenge for Sunday Photo Fiction. He provides the photo prompt and approximately 150 words with which we are to build our stories. Everyone is invited to participate, if you are interested, click on the link below.

To connect with the challenge post, click here.

 

Quiet Getaway

Our campsite was a beauty with a bubbling stream near a railroad track bridge that had not been used in years. The quiet was so encompassing you could actually hear yourself think. The sun smiled at us through a veil of blue sky, white clouds, and a friendly flock of swallows.

We rolled up our pants and waded in the stream, allowing the silt on the bottom to squish between our toes. Occasionally, I would feel a fish nibble, making me laugh. We sat on the edge of the stream and let our city skin soak up the warm sunshine, begging for a reprieve longer than a weekend.


We fell asleep with a kiss, holding hands and wishing tomorrow could wait a few more days.


(125)

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Thank you Dawn M. Miller for our lovely prompt photo this week.


This is my 125 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and 100-175 words with which we use to write our stories. It is fun and addicting! The challenge is open to anyone who would like to participate. For more information, click here.

To read great stories by some fantastic writers, click on the blue froggy button below.