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August 16: Flash Fiction Challenge, Comet Hale-Bopp

For Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction, August 16, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a comet. 

Comet Hale-Bopp

“What a crispy night to look at the stars.”

“Yes, it is. A good crowd here. I’m Tim.”

“Hi, Tim. I’m Eric, this is my wife Jan. Jan Hale and Eric Bopp.”

“Hale-Bopp, like the comet?”

“You know it? My dad saw it in New Mexico.” Sparks jump out from Jan’s eyes.

“My dad saw it too in Arizona.”

“My dad saw it first.”

“Your dad emailed the astronomical discoveries. My dad sent a telegram. They got the email faster than the telegram.”

“Who sent a telegram in 1995?”

“Your dad was only a hyphen faster than my dad.”

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Charli Mills Carrot Ranch – August 16, 2018, Flash Fiction Challenge, Comet Hale-Bopp

August 9: Flash Fiction Challenge – Dashing

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction –  August 9, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes  an act of “peering from the woods.” 

Peering from the wood, something got its attention. It dashed across the road.

Thump, thump, thud!

“Oh, no. I didn’t see it coming.” Sid and Cindy jumped out of the car.

“The impact was forceful. It crushed the front of the car.”

“Is the deer okay?” Cindy looked at its head.

“Let’s wait. It’s trying to get up…”

“It’s limping across the road.”

“it went across okay… No, it flopped and lied still.”

“Do we want to go camping?”

“The engine suffered the impact. Let’s go home.”

*     *     *

“Our car took the last breath getting us home.”

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Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch: August 9, 2018: Flash Fiction Challenge – Dashing

August 2: Flash Fiction Challenge – Yellow Tent

August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. 

Yellow Tent

“How was your sleep last night?”

“Awful. I’m not the camping type. My back hurts.”

“You slept in a cot. Didn’t it help?”

“It’s just the idea of not having walls around that gave me a nightmare.”

“The tent is our wall.”

“But that yellow color is so light that I could see the moonlight.”

“That should be soothing and relaxing.”

“But, but… it’s like transparent. I felt like sleeping in the open air. I heard growling and saw a bear chasing me.”

“The bear didn’t chase you. We had a bear visit and stole our food last night.”

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Charli Mills at Carrot Ramch – August 2, 2018: Flash Fiction Challenge – Yellow Tent

July 26: Flash Fiction Challenge – Stranded Suitcase

July 26, 2018, prompt. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what happens next to a stranded suitcase.

I have quite a few stories about losing suitcases during the days when I checked in my luggage. None of them got lost nor sent around the world before returned. I had one suitcase returned four hours after arriving at the hotel; another one came back the next day. Ever since my husband and I travel light, we marvel at the people who seem to pack everything except the pots and pans.

A friend who went to Asia as a seminar speaker for five days. She lost the suitcase with the clothes needed for presentations. One presentation was a few hours after her arrival. The airline compensated her with cash. But what fun was that to go shopping under pressure and exhaustion from the long flight?

She was fine with her seminar. The suitcase never showed up.

Stranded Suitcase

“The passengers picked up their suitcases. The one went around in the carousel is not mine.”

“The dark green color and the size look like yours.”

“Mine has a red and green stripe.”

“Let’s go to the customer services.”

~

“I couldn’t find my suitcase. This one has men’s clothes.”

“Let me check… Have a seat.”

“I need things when we get to the hotel.”

“Excuse me, Madam. A passenger has mistaken your suitcase as his. He lives two hours away and is driving home. We’ll exchange them and deliver to your hotel.”

“Oh, well… at least it’s found.”

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Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch: July 26, 2018: Flash Fiction Challenge – Stranded Suitcase

July 19: Flash Fiction Challenge

July 19, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Fannie Hooe.

Lake Fannie Hooe is located in Fort Wilkins State Park on the Keweenaw Peninsula near Copper Harbor. Local tales related that the beautiful young woman Fannie Hooe had drowned in the lake, or got lost in the woods while picking blueberries and was never seen again

Lingering

“It’s a perfect day to walk in the wood, Dan.”

“Yes, good that you walk with me, Sally.”

“We can pick some blueberries.”

“Lovely ideas. You like making blueberries muffins, I like to eat.”

“Oh, look. A lady walking by herself.”

“She looks frantic, she must be lost.”

“Let’s find out.”

“Humm… She disappeared.”

“Oh, Dan, it was Fannie Hooe. Some people saw her. She’s still finding her way out of the wood.”

“I thought she returned to the family home in Virginia.”

“See that white house down the hill? She lived there. The light goes on and off.”

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Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch – July 19, 2018: Flash Fiction Challenge

Broken Fences

What a thought-provoking prompt to stimulate the variety of responses of what to do with a broken fence. Interesting read.

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

What do you do with a broken fence? You could mend it, tear it down, or let it be. It seems that broken fences have much to say about the human condition and relationships.

Writers wrote along the fence line this week, seeking repairs or reasons to fill their stories.

The following are based on the July 12, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a broken fence.

PART I (10-minute read)

Write On Buckaroo Nation by D. Avery

“Aussie!”

“Kid, why’re you sketchin’? That was last week.”

“Thought I’d sketch the Ranch. For perspective. Look, not a fence in sight.”

“I see it that way too Kid. Free range.”

“That’s right, free range! Where ever the prompts lead! No boundaries!”

“While I appreciate your unbridled enthusiasm Kid, there’re always boundaries.”

“What d’ya mean, Aussie?”

“You’re free to range about, explore and express yourself…

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July 5: Flash Fiction Challenge 2

July 5, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes buttons.

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Monkey’s Tummy

Being self-employed is a luxury. Sam doesn’t set the alarm clock. He goes to the gym at 9:00 a.m. when people honk their way to the exit lane.

Looking at 16,000 columns and 895 rows of data make his eyesight fuzzy. The query narrowed it down to 90 columns and 75 rows.

Oh, no! He pressed a wrong button, missed one zip code. Doing it all over again. No one shares his stress. It’s time going to his laughing buddy. A button on the monkey’s tummy he pushed. His hilarious is contagious. Sam can’t help but laugh with him.

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Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch: July 5: Flash Fiction Challenge – Monkey’s Tummy

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