Sun Flowers

FFfAW – Week of January 26, 2016 by Priceless Joy

WELCOME !

50th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 01-26 through 02-01-2016

This week's photo prompt is provided by Sonya, owner of the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer

4. The story word limit is 100 - 150 words (+ - 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story's post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button). If you need link-up instructions, please email at mepricelessjoy@gmail.com.

*8. Please keep your stories no more than PG 13 rating.

9. Remember, half the fun is reading and commenting on each other's stories.

Here is my flash:

Dorothy came round the corner, her bones were aching, her feet hurt and her arthritic hands gripped her stroller tightly.  Pushing her weekly shop ahead of her she stopped to take in the sight before her.

Sunflowers.  How were these growing outside a wall in an urban street?  It always amazed her how nature did what it did.  In all her 70 odd years she hadn't seen them growing tall and strong through the cracks in the pavement.   Such determination these tall stems had. 

Dorothy thought it was a bit like her own life. She was always reaching out, trying to grow and now in her twilight years she was finding new ways of developing her mind and creative skills.  The physical abilities were long gone but her mind was still as sharp as ever.  She took out her mobile phone, snapped a photo and sent it to her granddaughter and wrote: 

‘Sunshine for my sunshine.’

Enough is Enough

https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/author/rogershipp/

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #4- 2016

The Six Easy Guidelines

§  A photo prompt and an introductory sentence/ topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Friday morning.

§  Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog. Use of the introductory sentence/ topic is optional. Some followers like the introductory sentence ideas.

§  All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.

§  Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)

§  Post your flash fiction response by clicking on THE BLUE FROG. Follow the given directions.

§  It is the desire of this blog to begin a new writing community. Plan a day to visit the writings of our challengers to enjoy our creations and to provide a little positive feedback.

Your Photo Prompt for Week #4- 2016

Image - http://publicdomainarchive.com/public-domain-images-shoes-walking-feet-grey-gravel-blue-jeans/

The opening sentence for the January 22nd  Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  “Enough is enough.”

Enough is enough

Life is so very tough

She couldn’t go on anymore

Waking up was such a chore

Dragging one foot in front of the other

Trying to be a wife and mother

Dodging the blows that came her way

Night after night, day after day.

Enough is enough

Life was so very rough

He didn’t mean to lose his temper

Sometimes he just couldn’t remember

Times before when she loved him more

Greeted him with a smile at the door

Now she scowled and cringed at his voice

Was there another choice?

Enough is enough

Too much stuff

To endure these fights

Occurring every night

When he was older and bigger

He would stop his dad’s anger

He would take his mum away

One day.

Enough is enough

The lad was always so gruff

Mrs. Pearson worried about the boy

So white and pale and coy

The headmaster didn’t care

She needed to share

Her concerns with the welfare people

It would be a long uphill battle.

Enough was enough

Time for the bailiff

They took the TV

And the settee

But not the mother

Or the father

It was far too late

To stop the boy’s hate.

Word count: 200

 Sally Stackhouse 25 January 2016