Category Archives: Reflection
August 23: Flash Fiction Challenge
August 23, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic.
Magician
“Danny, you’re my helper. Get me a chopstick and a cloth napkin.”
Uncle Pat shaped his left hand like a funnel, pushed the center of the napkin into it with the four corners flapping like petals. He poked the thin end of the chopstick into the napkin fiercely to the bottom, then pulled it through and shook the napkin in the air.
“Uncle, you didn’t poke a hole!”
“It’s magic.”
“Do it again.”
“Next time.”
Three days later.
“Hi, sis, how are you doing?”
“Danny poked a hole through three cloth napkins.”
“He’ll be a great magician one day.”
Charli Mills Carrot Ranch: August 24, 2018 Flash Fiction Challenge – Magician
Plumeria Flower Painting – I Was Featured on YesterdayAfter
I participated in Carolina Russo’s Watercolor Painting Challenge. She provided a photo of the Plumeria Flowers taken in her garden. The participants used the photo to do watercolor painting applying any techniques they chose. I leaned the negative painting techniques and was eager to use them for this challenge.
My painting was featured on her blog. The challenge has ended but you still can see paintings from other participants.
Carolina has a new design for her blog and has a New Design Launch Party drawing of a surprise gift for visitors. Here is the link to her new Blog.
Collen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Give and Receive
For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge this week, I use the Flow for Give and Accept for Receive.
Hearts soft and gentle
Accept loss or gain from high
Freely let it flow
Nothing on earth we can hold
Live peacefully as mortal
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Collen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Give & Receive
May 31: Flash Fiction Challenge – War Zone
May 31, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about warrior women. It can be myth or everyday mothers and wives. Go where the prompt leads.
War Zone
“Good morning, Lieutenant? You’ve slept for three days.”
“Where am I? My legs? I can’t feel anything.”
“They found you after the bombing. You’re alive.”
“Sheila, we need you. The Captain is hurt.”
“Right over, Ursula.”
“The blood is gushing out from his chest.”
“Roll up the sheet to put pressure on it. Give him porphin.”
“Sheila, more stretches are in. We have no beds.”
“Clear up all the tables.”
“Sheila, here. Private got shot through the elbow.”
“I’ll prepare to cut his forearm. Bring me the equipment.”
“Sheila, over there.”
“Captain needs a blood transfusion.”
“I’ll be there.”
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The Showers of Blessings 