Monthly Archives: November 2018

Sue Vincent’s #Weeklyphotoprompt #Write photo #Untrodden

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The only sound to break the silence of the cold, moorland peace was a solitary car engine as it proceeded along the narrow roadway. The engine tone changed and there was a moment of quiet before the sound of grating metal and the breaking of glass hinted at some form of accident. Then all was quiet again apart from the plaintive mew of a buzzard, circling high in the flat, grey sky. The only witness to what had befallen.

Sarah woke with a start. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts and remember what had happened. The last thing she could remember wasf rantically trying to control her car as it span before sliding broadside into the hedge. To no avail, the brakes had had no effect due to the closely packed snow and she remembered the jolt as she came to a halt. She instantly regretted waiting too long in the town before setting off for her parent’s cottage on the moor. It had been foolish not to leave as soon as the snow started to fall.

The driver’s door was open and she reached to her left where  her bag was sitting on the passenger seat. Although her head felt fuzzy at least she was physically uninjured but she dreaded looking at the probable damage to her car. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. The screen was blank, no signal. Realising that it was unlikely any other car would be travelling on the snow-covered road she thought it would be best to find a farmhouse to make a call. Luckily the crash had occurred close to a gateway through which a track led up to the right. Hoping it would be a farm track she slid off of her seat and out of the open door. Sarah wrapped her scarf around her mouth but she had no gloves. Despite the snow though, it was warmer than she had expected.

Although she couldn’t see a building she could see a glow at the top of the track. It looked as though the sun was breaking through the cloud in watery beams. The snow had stopped falling and taking her bag she started to trudge up the track. Her footsteps muffled by the deep blanket of snow. As she neared the top she could see that the glow was not sunlight but curiously looked like the entrance to a cave carved out of a soft, rounded form of rock. It was hazy which she thought was probably due to a smoky fire although she could not smell it. Through the entrance she could make out two figures sitting at a table just looking at each other. She called out but they didn’t seem to hear her. As she approached one of the figures looked up and only then appeared to notice her approach. He or she raised one arm in a wave and appeared to beckon to her as if inviting her in. Sarah could see the figure’s mouth opening but could hear no words and their face looked shiny and flushed with a light yellow glow which looked welcoming and warm. Sarah became confused, she looked over her shoulder and was shocked to see no footprints leading from the car. She cast her mind back to how she had left the car without removing her seatbelt. Only then did she realise her situation and her tears began to flow.

 

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R haiku

Born of the darkness

brief lives extinguished by dawn

Phoenix like we rise

 

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Ten word story

 

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His master was not impressed with the meal he proferred

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MLMM’s #Heeding haiku with Chevrefueille November 28 2018 long night (yonaga)

cold fur-lined branches

weep in the gaze of the sun

elements battle

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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 112, “Cold & Safe,” #SynonymsOnly

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Around the gallows

as the snowflakes whirl and twirl

in their icy dance

the highwayman in chains, turns

to face the now secure roads

 

 

 

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What a Team: Vincent van Gogh and Don McLean

Words and pictures in perfect harmony

Expat Journal: Postcards from the Edge

Vincent van Gogh – Dutch Post-Impressionist Painter (30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890)

Two of my favourite artists, one a painter the other a songwriter/performer—Vincent van Gogh and Don McLean. Though it’s rather cliché to like van Gogh these days I still do. Reviled, attacked and dismissed as heretical and inconsequential in his own time van Gogh has since come to be revered as both a genius and legend in art circles now. I recently shared this video on my Facebook page and it got a great reception—so I thought: why deprive my readers of the experience. So here for your viewing and listening pleasure is Vincent van Gogh and Don McLean in Starry, Starry Night. Please enjoy it my friends. SFD 

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The Crux Anthology is Released!

Looking forward to an interesting read here.

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Remember the ASF (Adventure, Scifi, Fantasy) Short Story Writing Contest I entered way back near the start of the year? Well, my short story, along with the other winners of the contest, is being published in an anthology, and the release date is…

TODAY!

That’s right. You can read my short story, Vanished, along with sixteen other stories by authors of adventure, mystery, and supernatural wonder!

Here’s the book blurb and details:

The Crux, book anthology, adventure scifi fantasy anthology, scifi fantasy book, green cave, short story collections, Rachael Ritchey, R.J. Rodda, Joy E. Rancatore, Audrey Driscoll, E.E. Rawls, Gary Jefferies, V.P. Grey, Victoria Lynn, Angie Thompson, K.R. Ludlow, books 2018,The Crux, book anthology, adventure scifi fantasy anthology, scifi fantasy book, Rachael Ritchey, R.J. Rodda, Joy E. Rancatore, Audrey Driscoll, E.E. Rawls, Gary Jefferies, V.P. Grey, Victoria Lynn, Angie Thompson, K.R. Ludlow, books 2018, short story collections,

Come on an adventure! Within these pages you’ll find yourself battling with faeries against evil, waking on an unfamiliar planet, fighting for survival after an apocalypse, having the strangest conversation with aliens half your size, uncovering mysteries, opening doors to other dimensions, and so much more!

Edited & Compiled by YA author Rachael Ritchey, these short stories are a compilation of entries to the ASF Short Story Contest by seasoned and new authors across the globe. While style…

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COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 111, “CELEBRATE & NUMBER,” #SYNONYMSONLY

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We come together,

rejoice in communion,

partake of the host.

Rituals and practices

bringing comfort to many.

 

 

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Ronovan writes #Haiku #weekly challenge #229

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we all  like to win,

find excuses when we lose

just human nature

 

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Morning frost has cleared

golden boughs implore  blue sky

warming Winter sun

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