#FlashFiction – In Memory of Monday Finish the Story (Barbara Beacham)

As you may know Barbara Beacham (the host of Monday Finish the Story) recently passed away.   Priceless Joy, from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers has given us this special challenge in the memory of Barbara Beacham.   She (Barbara) will be greatly missed by many in the writing community that used her weekly challenge to stretch their imagination and inspire their writing.  Here is my story::

 

Barbara flew across the sky, above the ocean, heading towards her “assignment”  “Why me?”  She thought to herself.  Of all the people to get this assignment, why did it have to be her.  She didn’t want to deal with the reminders of the cancer that had ruined, and ultimately, taken her life.    She had cajoled, begged, and pleaded to be given another assignment…  Anything,  Anything but this one.  But her pleas had gone un answered.  As Barbara looked down upon the young women, who was to be her assignment, sitting at a desk looking out over the ocean she felt an instant connection.  She could see that the young lady desperately needed her.  This young lady was much like herself and she could see within her a strong desire to write… to share her story.  A desire the young lady did not yet know herself but it was there buried deep inside.

Veronica stared out her bedroom window at the seagulls that flew around the lighthouse off in the far distance.  How she wished she could join them and fly away from her troubles.  Ever since the doctor had given his diagnosis of cancer a couple months earlier, informing her that she only had a few months to live, she felt as if there was no longer anything to live for.  Nothing mattered anymore.  She was just going to die anyway so what was the worth in trying.  The only thing, she felt, she had to live for was her love of writing.

A ding on her computer caught her attention.  Looking down Veronica noticed a message:

“Your life has not yet ended.  You have a story, still, to share.  A story that will inspire others”.

Veronica wasn’t quite sure what to make of the messages.  Just then another message appeared.  This time it was an invitation to a writing challenge.  She had always loved  writing challenges and decided to check it out.

“You only have a few months left to live —  You can do anything you want; Nothing is impossible, the sky is the limit….  How do you spend those last few months”

Veronica opened up the blog she had created a while back and began to write.

“I have but only a few months to live….  If it were up to me, and I could do whatever my heart desired, I would spend my time……..”

RIP Barbara Beacham

#NaBloPoMo:  RIP to A Great Writing Challenge Host.

I was sadenned to read that the host of one of the writing challenge blogs that I follow had recently passed away.  In a way I was surprised that it affected me so deeply.  I did not really know Barbara nor (do I think I) was aware of her fight with cancer (only that she did have some health issues…..  And yet, inexplicably, I found myself moved to tears.

I know there are many others of you out there who linked to Barbara’s (Salmon Fishing Queen)  weekly challenge – Monday Finish the Story and were inspired by her photo prompt & lead off sentence.  I never got to know Barbara but looked forward to her prompts each week.  She certainly made us stretch our imagination and will be surely be missed by many in the writing  community.  I ask that we all keep Barbara’s family members in our thoughts & prayers.  I’ve supplied the links (above) to Barbara’s blogs so you can see them – It has been asked that we not comment or reply as they will not be monitored.

RIP Barbara; You will be greatly missed.  May G-d watch over you in Heaven. 
And may G-d in Heaven watch over her family & friends as they deal with this loss.

#NaBloPoMo – Sunday Photo Fiction: Did You See That?

Here is my story for Sunday Photo Fiction

burrowed with implied permission(?) from Sunday Photo Fiction
 

Monica’s eyes widened like saucers.  “Did you see that?” She asked of her best friend Julie.

“See what?” Julie inquired

“The eyes on that cougar.  I swear they just went red.”

Julie looked in the direction of the cougar sculpture that Monica had just pointed to.  Looking back at Monica, Julie shook her head.  “I don’t see anything special.  It looks just like all the other sculptures up there. I’m sure it’s just your imagination running away again.”

Monica looked again at the sculpture.  It now looked like all the other statutes.  Julie was probably right, her imagination must have been running away again.

“What time did you say that guy was going to meet you?” Julie asked.

“Ummm,” Monica glanced down at her watch, “8:00”

“Ummm, Monica…. About that cougar….” Julie exclaimed

Monica looked up to see the eyes glowing red hot as the sculpture morphed into real life.

#NaBloPoMo – Friday Fictioneers:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge

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PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll

A single flag decorated the tombstone where her father lie.  It was the only tombstone in the graveyard to be decorated in any way.    Her father had been a part of a specialized group of armed forces.  Little had been known, by the family, about what he did.  As a child  Emily had taken little interest in what her father did.  It wasn’t until he died during a mission that she became more interested. Now, for the first time, she was visiting his gravesite

#NaBloPoMo – #SundayPhotoFiction: The Life She Carried

129 11 November 8th 2015

The Challenge – to write a story based on the photo above in approximately 200 words.  Read about the challenge at sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/sunday-photo-fiction-november-8th-2015/

My Story

Margaret had always enjoyed the fall.  The orange, reds, and browns of the leaves had a relaxing effect on her.  Never had she needed the calming effect of the subdued fall colors more than now.  Her life was in complete turmoil and she wondered if she would find her way through it.  

It had been only a few weeks earlier that she had found her longtime boyfriend sitting in his car, parked in the garage, dead.  He had committed suicide.  Margaret knew that Jason had recently developed a problem with gambling but had hoped he might receive help.  In fact, she had mentioned it a time or two  in passing that perhaps he should talk to someone.  Each time, Jason had dismissed her concerns.

On the day that Margaret had found Jason in his car she had stopped by his house meaning to surprise with some big news, instead she was the one who ended up being surprised and not in a good way.  It was a wonder that she did not loose the child she carried in that very instant.  Now she had to find a way to go on despite her grief.  The child she still carried depended on it.

Read Jason’s part of the story

#NaBloPoMo – Picture It and Write:

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My Picture It and Write story

Picking up the red dice from the table,  Jason wondered, not for the first time, what he was doing there.  When had his existence become wrapped around “the game”.  Nothing else mattered but “The Game”.  Winning became everything, became his whole life,   He found himself betting more and more often and at higher and higher amounts.  Wins became ultimate highs and at first those wins were frequent, but then came the losses and with that devastating lows.  Yet still he couldn’t stop playing the game.

Blowing on the dice, more out of habit than any hopes of extra good luck, Jason let the dice fall on to the table.  It no longer mattered if he won or lost.  Nothing mattered anymore.  Not even bothering to look at whether he had won or lost, Jason walked away from the table.  He was later found in his garage, buckled into the driver seat, with the car running.  The garage was closed up tight.

 

#NaBloPoMo: Friday Fictioneers – A Single Wire

PHOTO PROMPT - © Connie Gayer (Mrs. Russell)

PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

My response to the Friday Fictioneer challenge for this week – Write a story with beginning, middle, and end in 100 words

 

A single wire hidden in the ground.  A single wire.  That’s all it took to create a spark that subsequently started the fire that burned down the house.  It was said that a pocket of gas was found to have been in the same area as the wire.  

When diggers began to dig they unknowingly hit a wire no one knew was there.  A spark was created that ignited a pocket of gas from a near by natural gas line.  The explosion  rocked the house.  Moments later everything was engulfed in flames.

#NaBloPoMo #WeekendCoffeeShare: 2015, Nov 1-7

With National Blog Post Month happening, I am making an attempt to post each day during the month of November.  I have been writing for a writing challenge each day and hope to continue this each day.  In lieu of a writing challenge, I’ll try to write a short story of some sort.

I have been successful thus far and have written/posted the following:

I wish you all a wonderful week ahead, and may the must be with you all.

#NaBloPoMo: Fri Nov 06 – 2 Minute Write

Today’s NaBlo post is for the 2 Minute Write challenge hosted by  JD Mader.

“I had a nice time this evening.”  Royce said, his arms wrapped around Kathryn.  He was just tall enough that her head rested against his chest.  She could feel his heart beat against her cheek.

“Me too,” Kathryn replied

“I can’t believe it took me this long to get together with you.”  Royce went on.

Kathryn gave a slight shrug of her shoulders.  “Life Happens,” she responded.

“More like stupidity happens” Royce replied, almost under his breath.

Royce took a small step backwards, his arms still wrapped around Kathryn.  He leaned back to look at her face.  “I’d like to see you again,” That is if you think there might be a chance for something between us.”

And if there isn’t? ” Kathryn asked softly.  Too many times she had lost out on a friendship because she had misread the signals and she  didn’t want to make the same mistake this time.

“Are you saying that there  isn’t?” Royce Inquired 

“I don’t know, maybe…. Yeah.” Kathryn stuttered

{I went a bit over the 2 minutes but I just couldn’t get a good ending at the 2 minute mark}

#NaBloPoMo For Thursday Nov 5th, FFAW

 

Photo Credit: Sonya, of “Only 100 Words” blog

 

The little angel figurine sat upon the fireplace mantle as it had for the last couple hundred years. Passed down from generation to generation, the angel had been a witness to the family happenings through out the years.  It had seen the birth of 9 girls; Had seen them through the  Era of Reform and the Age of Steam.  Had seen them survive through the Civil War and both World Wars.  It had been there  with them through the struggles  of  The Panic of 1873 and the Great Depression.   It had stood witness to the girls that had gone through the Roaring 90s and the Gay 20s.  It had seen the invent of Atomb bomb and the birth of the Atomic Age.  It had seen the coming and going of the hippies and the birth of girls into Generation X and Y and even Z.  Yes it had seen a lot of things over the years.  Ohh the stories it could tell if only it could talk.

Be sure and check out other FFAW stories from this week.