Category Archives: Inspired by fable

Crimson Creative Challenge #19 #Limerick- Gunfight at the OK corral

37619B79-747F-4511-AED8-B4D2A448A221Five young gunslingers from Tooting

fed up with the hollering and hooting

so with nothing to lose

but their necks in a noose

should either fight their way out or die shooting



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Carrot ranch #99-word challenge March 14: #Flash-Fiction Challenge #chisel

I tossed the small, bronze object from hand to hand. Just lying in the sand, a chisel. I marvelled at it’s delicate, tactile, feel. I was familiar with bronze statues, sculpted, sensual, in gardens or on antique, period tables. This though, was a tool.

I placed it in my pocket, placing my palm on a giant limestone block, one of thousands shaped by such tools. The still bright, painted hieroglyphs telling their stories. Through my translation I realised that this one told of an overseer stabbed to death by a haunted chisel. My pocket twitched and suddenly felt lighter.


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WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 12, 2019 #Tanka

safe in ignorance,

silver-scaled serpent, slumbers

in his snow clad nest,

overhead his nemesis,

pennant raised, prepares his lance



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What do you see? Mar 5 2019

While the tambours played

Psyche dancing, offered him

the key to her heart.


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MLMM’s First Line Friday: March 1st, 2019

clounds-and-sun-1920-890x510This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. An apt description of Exmoor, an unforgiving place. In one day you can walk through a whole year of weather, warm, wet, cold the whole shebang. It is all part of it’s magic and sometimes mystery.

A young family were staying in Porlock weir, the husband a warehouseman, his wife a part-time classroom assistant. She had returned to work after a two and a half year  break  after the birth of their first child, Millie. It was Easter half term and they had managed to rent a small cottage.

With Millie tiring of rock-pooling and net-dipping every day they decided to visit Culbone church, reputed to be the smallest church in England. Although a long walk, the path was suitable to take a buggy through the woods  along the gently sloping cliff edge.

It was a glorious Spring morning when they set off, Millie well wrapped up but her parents dressed as if for a  Summer stroll. A cloudless sky when they set out but while in the church it began to darken. On the way back the rain started to fall. At first just a few large drops but gradually increasing to a downpour. They had just passed what appeared to be a cave entrance. He took Millie by the  hand and ran back to the cave while his wife  dragged the buggy. A leaflet in the church had stated that charcoal burners used to live in the woods during medieval times, part of a leper colony so they assumed that  this had once been a dwelling. In fact it was the entrance to an ancient, disused lead-mine. This was an industry that was not mentioned as it could be bad publicity for the countryside.

The rain was incessant and after a while where it had been seeping from above their heads it became a constant stream. They were amused when without prompting, Millie made a cup of her hands and started to drink the water and splashing it on her  face. After about fifteen minutes the rain stopped and once more the sun came out. They hurried back to their holiday cottage as fast  as possible ready to change and relax before the journey back to their home the next day.

In the car Millie started to complain of stomach ache and seemed in so much pain that they called into accident and emergency at  their local hospital. After many anxious hours they were told how lucky they had been. Millie was suffering from arsenic poisoning from the water that had seeped through the mine roof. She had been very close to death. They would be prepared for any weather without sheltering next time.

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Weekend writing prompt #94 #Indistinct


Circe raised the cloth covering the sphere, there, though indistinct, he saw the screaming face of his wife.



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Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt #Writephoto #Ritual


Long Meg  stood alone,

where had all the dancers gone,

no posy to hold,

just one solitary tear

rolled slowly down her cold cheek


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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 124 #SynonymsOnly – Game & Trouble #Tanka

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Around the table

the Olympians gathered,

Zeus took up the dice,

to them ‘‘t’was just  a pastime,

for Troy it could mean peril.



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Ten word photo prompt #Release

19ECDCAB-5319-4CCB-BBFE-40BF49F9A289Pandora watched as the glowing orbs  rose from the jar


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Diana’s #Februaryfiction prompt

Picture by Marianne Sopala


“Ho ho ho, my young friends, you do seem to have got yourselves in a bit of a pickle but I think I may be able to help you,” said Maisy the friendly elephant who wasn’t at all frightened of mice and didn’t believe that they could run up your trunk. Even if mice were so small and an elephant’s trunk so big.

“Oh yes, Maisy it would be really lovely if you could help us get our house back down on the ground where it belongs,” shrieked the frightened little mouse family, “But how do you think you will do it?”

“I’ll tell you after you tell me how your little house got up in the tree.”

“Well, last night it was so windy that after we had all gone to bed the wind picked us all up and blew us up here. We didn’t know till Mummy mouse looked out this morning and saw where we were. We’ve been so frightened, waiting  for someone to come and help. We’re so glad you came by. Now, how can you help us?”

“Oh, it’s easy she trumpeted in reply, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.”


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