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  • Rodeo #4: TUFF Beans

    Rodeo #4: TUFF Beans

    And now for the last and TUFFest contest in this year’s Carrot Ranch Rodeo. Are you ready to saddle up for some writing fun?

  • Rodeo #3: Three-Act Story

    Rodeo #3: Three-Act Story

    The third Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge is up. Write a three-act story in 99 words. What fun. And a great prize to boot!

  • Rodeo #2: Pro-Bull Mashup

    Rodeo #2: Pro-Bull Mashup

    Are you ready to ride another bull in the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo? Now’s the time to write a 99 word story that includes the names of three bulls: Bodacious, Nose Bender, and Heartbreak Kid. And if you think writing about those is tough enough, just wait until you read the rest of the constraints. Just like bull riding, this one’s not for the faint-hearted. Are you game? Come on. Why not join in and have some fun?

  • Rodeo #1: Modern Tall Tale

    Rodeo #1: Modern Tall Tale

    It’s October again. That means it’s time for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo. This year it is being run a little differently but everyone still has a chance to join in. The first contest is now open for your entries and the prompt is ‘Tall Tales’. Pop over to the Ranch for details, and read Charli’s previous post with suggestions to support your writing: Get Ready to Rodeo Like It’s 2019!

    During the contest, I won’t be posting my usual mid-week flash fiction post but will reblog Charli’s prompt post on the weekend to keep you up-to-date.
    I wish you all success. What a fun rodeo with lots of great prizes!

  • Living for fame posthumously

    Living for fame posthumously

    Would you sell your soul to the devil to be rich and famous in life, or would you be content with fame after your death?

    While most of us might say that it’s not fame or fortune we seek, many spend untold energy and funds on marketing our writing, hopeful of reaching a few extra readers and recouping a few of those hard-earned dollars.

    Most of us would say we have no desire to go down in history like some of these whose works were unknown or unrecognised in life, but lauded after death; including:

    • Edgar Allan Poe (Writer)
    • Emily Dickinson (Poet)
    • Franz Kafka (Writer)
    • Galileo Galilei (Scientist)
    • Henry David Thoreau (Philosopher)
    • Herman Melville (writer)
    • John Keats (Poet)
    • Oscar Wilde (writer)
    • Stieg Larsson (writer)
    • Vincent Van Gogh (Artist)

    and others you can read about at ScoopWhoop here and here, and also on Toptenz here, where the suggestion is made to never give up because there is no way of knowing what lies ahead.

    However, this article by Daniel Grant writing for the Huffington Post and this one on Quora both address the question of an artist’s posthumous fame and agree that, if you weren’t famous in life, you’re unlikely to be famous in death. Perhaps we’d better go for the fame and fortune while we live.

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge - unremembered

    Why am I thinking about posthumous fame? It’s not that I’m thinking of dying and then being discovered anytime soon. No, it’s as a result of the flash fiction prompt set by Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch this week.

    Charli challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone unremembered. Is it a momentary lapse or a loss in time? Play with the tone — make it funny, moving, or eerie. Go where the prompt leads you!

    This is how my story plays out.

    Unremembered

    A recluse, unremarkable and forgotten in life and unremembered in death, she’d lived in her own world hidden behind overhanging branches and overgrown gardens. Unseen for so long, newcomers didn’t know she existed, thinking it was simply undeveloped land.

    One day, developers came and pushed down the trees and cleared the undergrowth. They paused at the sight of the tiny wooden structure their work revealed. Unsure how to proceed, they investigated. Though not art enthusiasts, they knew that what they discovered was something special. When the work was curated and exhibited in galleries worldwide, she was never unremembered again.

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  • The Interlude #flash fiction

    The Interlude #flash fiction

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge The Interlude

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an interlude. It can be a pause between two key moments, the pause between acts in a play, an intermission, or a temporary amusement Go where the prompt leads you!

    Instead of wrapping up my story in a post this week, I’ve simply written a response.

    The Interlude

    It was intended as an interlude filling the gap between childhood and marriage. Hired as governess to a grazier friend of a friend, they relished the possibility she’d meet a wealthy future-husband—plenty of single men in the bush— while she made herself useful.  But life doesn’t always comply with one’s plans, especially for another. The grazier’s children were eager students and she taught them well. Soon others came to learn from her tuition. They built a small schoolhouse which filled with willing minds. While suitors were a-plenty, none captured her love for teaching which became her main event.

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  • Unpacking the greatest gift — comparatively speaking

    Unpacking the greatest gift — comparatively speaking

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge - greatest gift

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the greatest gift. Answer it as if it were a question, or show what it could be. Go where the prompt leads you!

     

     

     

     

    As usual, my mind jumps all over the place trying to find somewhere solid to land.

    For example:

    Do you remember learning the comparative and superlative at school?

    great                    greater                 greatest

    But what could be described as the greatest, indeed the greatest gift?

    Muhammad Ali had no trouble in declaring that he was the greatest.

    And ever since reading Charli’s post, I haven’t been able to get Whitney Houston out of my head.

    According to liveaboutdotcom, Whitney Houston“has been cited by the Guinness Book of Records as the most awarded female performer of all time.” It appears that those awards were not enough. Perhaps had she been able to find that love, it would have been her greatest gift

    Then there’s a chant I used to hear in the playground. A group of girls would gather and one would call out, “I am the greatest”. Others would respond, “No you’re not.” Then everyone would do a handstand. And so, it would repeat. I think whoever held the handstand the longest was entitled to call, “I am the greatest.” If only it were that easy.

    I am the greatest - playground game

    If one was to be the greatest at anything, would that be the greatest gift?

    I’ve often said that a love of reading is one of the greatest gifts that a parent can give a child.

    the love of reading is one of the greatest gifts a parent can give a child

    It is one of the greatest gifts not only for the joy that reading can give, but even more because the ability to read is empowering. It enables one to fully participate in what societies have to offer, to navigate one’s way through our complex environments and seek knowledge for oneself.

    If it is but one of the greatest gifts, what are the others, and is there one that is greatest of them all? Is it the gift of life? Of unconditional love? Of being accepted as you are? The most expensive car? The biggest house? The largest inheritance?

    Was winning the World Heavyweight Championship the greatest gift for Muhammad Ali? The greatest number of awards wasn’t the greatest gift for Whitney Houston.

    I think it’s too difficult to intellectualise. I’ve gone back to the concrete thinking of six-year-olds for my answer.

    The Greatest Gift

    The class was aflame with a mix of sadness and excitement.

    “She’s is leaving.”

    “She’s gunna have a baby.”

    “I’m gunna bring her a gift.”

    “I am too.”

    On her final day, the children jostled to give first, hopeful she’d love their gift the best.

    “Mine’s bigger than yours.”

    “Mine’s better.”

    “Mine’s the greatest.”

    The children gloated and nudged each other as the teacher opened the gifts.

    “How perfect.”

    “This is great.”

    “Thank you, everyone.”

    Finally, Tommy edged forward. His hands were empty. He looked shyly into his teacher’s eyes and whispered, “I’ll miss you, Miss. You’re the best.”

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  • What’s Grit Got to Do with It?

    What’s Grit Got to Do with It?

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge - true grit

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows true grit. You can use the phrase or embody the theme. Who or what has true grit? Go where the prompt leads you!

    Grit is a combination of many things including perseverance, determination, resilience, persistence, doggedness. It’s an ability to overcome the small obstacles that litter life’s path without allowing them to overwhelm and prevent a way forward.

    Teaching requires grit. Along with the enormous expectations and responsibilities of the role, there are the needs of many little people to be met. Most days teachers cope admirably, but some days can offer a little more challenge.

    One of our roles as teachers is to help children develop grit, to have a go, persevere, be persistent and resilient. In any class, there will be children with varying degrees of grit. There will be those who are just a little more needy, requiring a little more encouragement and support. Most days they might cope admirably, other days may offer a little more challenge.

    As John Denver sang, “Some Days are Diamonds. Some Days are Stones.”

    Some days may be just a little grittier than others and we might need a whole bucketful of grit to make it through.

    A Bucketful of Grit - flash fiction

    A Bucketful of Grit

    “Miss, Jimmie’s crying.”

    “Thanks for letting me know, Susan,” she smiled through gritted teeth.

    What now? Couldn’t she just finish her tea for once? Something trivial, no doubt. Better go see, just in case.

    She met a small posse escorting Jimmie across the playground. Their imploring eyes begged her sympathy.

    “What’s wrong, Jimmie?”

    “I, I —”

    “He got grit in his eye, Miss.”

    “Let’s see. Ah, yes. Better take him to First Aid.”

    The children moved off as one, except George. He turned and held out a bucket.

    “What’s that?”

    “You told Jimmie to find some grit. Here ‘tis!”

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  • What does your daddy do?

    What does your daddy do?

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the safebreaker’s daughter. Who is she, what did she do, and where? Go where the prompt leads you!

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge - safebreaker's daughter

    In her post, Charli linked to the song The Safebreaker’s Daughter. After taking us on a deep mapping journey around the streets of her home, Charli contemplated what might occur should the safebreaker’s daughter turn up on one of those streets and wrote 99 words to share her thoughts. Please pop over and read if you would like to respond to her challenge as well.

    As I have spent most of my life in the classroom, as usual, and not surprisingly, that’s where the prompt took me.

    As teachers in public schools, we work with children from many different backgrounds, family configurations and status. The children of parents who ‘earn’ their living by not-so-honest means must also attend school. Unless those parents are the ‘wealthier’ white-collar criminals and seemingly respectable until caught out, many of the children attend public schools. Most teachers, at some time, will have worked with children whose parents engaged in practices outside the law or may have even been incarcerated. Sometimes we know. Sometimes we suspect. Sometimes we have no idea.

    It is more than likely that the safebreaker’s daughter would have attended school and at some stage, as most children do, written about her parents and their work as part of her social studies. As we’ve just celebrated Father’s Day here in Australia, I decided to place the safebreaker’s daughter in a class writing about their father’s employment.

    What Does Your Daddy Do?

    The children drew portraits and wrote profiles of their fathers’ work. Some had accompanied their father to work and related first-hand knowledge of laying bricks, wearing a fireman’s helmet, sitting in the manager’s chair, or distributing medication to patients. Then it was Patsy’s turn. She read:

    “My Dad

    My dad goes to work at night. He is a cleaner. He works when everyone else is sleeping. He wears black jeans, a black shirt and a black hat. He wears gloves so he doesn’t leave fingerprints where he has cleaned. He usually cleans up banks and jewellery stores.

    The end.”

     

    My Dad - a childish story

    Note: The burglar illustrating Patsy story is an alteration of an Image by Joe Alfaraby from Pixabay.

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  • Old World — So Last Century

    Old World — So Last Century

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge old world

    This week at the Carrot Ranch Charli Mills challenged writer to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old world charm. It can be nostalgic or irreverent. You can invent an “old world,” return to migrant roots or recall ancient times. Go where the prompt leads you!

    Born mid-way last century and unlikely to see the middle of this, from this angle anyway, I have to admit that I’m of the ‘old world’. The young ones think I’m ancient.

    When my daughter, now an adult herself and ‘old’ to younger eyes, was but a child, she often asked me to tell her what life was like ‘in the olden days’ when I was a child. She even asked what the dinosaurs were like!

    Although she teased, it has become entrenched in family lore. (Most family members have been obsessed by dinosaurs at some time — perhaps in the hope of locating ancestors?) But perhaps the juxtaposition is not that unlikely if one has not yet developed an understanding of the evolutionary timeline.

    I’ve always appreciated the quote, often mistakenly attributed to Einstein, that says the only reason we have time is to prevent everything happening at once. There is another that questions whether, if a tree was to fall in the forest and no one was there to hear it, would it make any sound?

    Could it be that for children, until they develop a sense of time, anything that has occurred outside of their memory, prior to their birth, seems to have happened all at once in that long ago, old world time.

    The first children to have been born this century are already reaching adult status but it is difficult for them to imagine life before mobile phones, text messaging, iPads, social media, the internet, instant information, streaming and video games, let alone television. Even for some of us who experienced those ‘olden days’, it can be difficult to remember just what it was like.

    This video of children reacting to rotary phones may help you recall.

    How did we meet up with friends when we didn’t have phones, never mind mobile phones? What did we do when we were waiting for an appointment or an event and we didn’t have our phones for entertainment? What did we do when we wanted to know something and we weren’t at the library, beside a set of encyclopedias, or someone knowledgeable? No wonder our parents answered our questions with statements such as; “Because it is” and admonished us for asking too many questions. No child should ever have their questions shut down now with answers just a button away.

    This year marks the 50th anniversary of momentous events such as the Moon Landing, Woodstock, and my final year of school. I may not have roamed with the dinosaurs, but how life has changed since then. My story reflects back on time in that ‘old world’. I hope you like it.

    So Last Century

    “What did you play on the iPad when you were little, Grandma?”

    “There weren’t any iPads when I was little.”

    “What?”

    “We didn’t even have computers.”

    “What? How did you watch movies? On your phone?”

    Grandma laughed. “No, we couldn’t watch movies on our phones. They didn’t have screens. And we couldn’t carry them in our pockets either. We went to the cinema to watch movies. When I was really little, we didn’t even have television.”

    “Wow! What did you do then?”

    “Lots — played games, read books, made our own fun.”

    “Can we play a game?”

    “Of course, love.”

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