SPF: The protest

It has certainly been a while, but I’m definitely glad to see that this challenge is still going 🙂 check out this great challenge here and read everyone else’s take on the prompt.

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The protest

The people began to gather in the courtyard. They were dressed in bright colours, aiming to get themselves noticed so the placards they waved would be read. This was the day that they had been working towards. It was also the day someone was finally going to take notice. Months of hard work and planning had all led to this moment. The atmosphere was electric as everyone waited for the start of the march to Trafalgar Square.

As everybody prepared to leave a solitary crow flew down to the empty pavement in front of them and squawked noisily. It was standing defiantly, as if in protest against what was about to happen. It glowered at the people in the front and squawked again.

People glanced uneasily at each other because they did not know what to do in the event of a crow stopping them moving. They did not wish to harm it, and their attempts to make it fly away were having no effect.

In the end, everyone had to filter by in single file. All the time the bird did not move, only continually squawking indignantly.

Nobody knew about the mothers nest nearby, complete with chicks.

Carrot ranch flash fiction challenge August 15: Sweet Jam

The following piece of fiction is a 99-word story inspired by the prompt provided by carrot ranch. The details can be found here.


Lost in time

When my grandmother died, I was naturally devastated. It was the first death of a close relative that I had dealt with.

On the day that I was to move into her house that I had inherited, I walked around the little space heartbroken because she wasn’t there. Not only that, but it did not smell right without her jam cooking in the kitchen. I will always be left wondering why I had never learned to make it because now was a memory that I could never recreate.

One of those things destined to be forever lost in time.

Flash fiction for the purposeful writer: Balloons

you can find the details here.

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There had been three balloons in the sky waiting for the start. Unfortunately, the stray blank from the starting pistol had pierced one of the balloons. People looked on as the balloon floated gracefully back to the ground where it began to deflate.

Nobody was injured in the result, but it left the competitors disappointed and angry at person who had brought them down the favourite.

No charges have ever been filed, but that did not stop people from speculating if it had been a conspiracy.

TLT: Contradiction

three line tales, week 185: numbers

This shattered glass held the green symbol of peace.
Seemingly, out of place in the centre of destruction.
Even worse, the Devils number had been scrawled over-the-top.

Written for three line tales


  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!


FOWC with Fandango: Shadow


Today’s one-word challenge is the word shadow. You can find the challenge here.

The clouds skipped over the sky, casting their shadows on the ground beneath them. The clouds brought with them a promise of rain.

As the world around dark grew dark, the first droplets began to fall. The parched ground welcomed the moisture as did the various plants which had slowly started to shrivel under the intense sunlight that had come before.

People began to leave their homes in wonder as it had been so very long since it had rained that it seemed like a distant memory of a long-forgotten past. Outstretched palms started catching raindrops in delight as people danced about in the water now streaming from the sky.

Even darker shadows followed as the rumbles of thunder sounded from above. The approaching storm was of no concern to the people. The clearing of the air was as welcome as the rain itself.

Finally, the dry spell had been broken by the shadows of the clouds.

Flash fiction challenge August 8: poison apple

The following is written having been inspired by the weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by carrot ranch which can be found here.

Poison apple

The apple rolled out of her hands as she fell. The flesh instantly started to darken, and the smell of decay became apparent. A slight movement from the bitten part revealed maggots crawling within.


The writer put down her pen and sighed. It was also very cliché and had been done before on numerous occasions. She needed something new to write about a poisoned apple. There must be something out there.


Then again, sometimes the clichéd worked and this could well be one of those.


Everybody could visualise the instant rotting apple. So, she decided It stayed.