Wednesday, 17 June 2020


This bi-monthly writing challenge has a slightly different look and feel to it due to the Covid situation.

Our wonderful team are able to keep the challenge going by going WEP-Lite for this month and maybe in August 2020 as well – we all have to be aware of the situation as it changes for everyone. 

For more information on the changes

I would like to thank the brilliant team who always work very hard behind the scenes to make this a successful writing challenge and wish everybody, the team, the participants, readers and their support networks my very best wishes in the coming weeks and months.

Here is my take on the prompt on URBAN NIGHTMARE.


Bibi had exhausted his usual haunts, there was no food to be had anywhere, the tasty chicken skins were just a vague memory now.  It was time to venture into the metropolis.  His nose and whiskers vibrated as he scuttled backwards away from the strange noises. Crashing in to the wheels of a large skip he received a sharp nip on his rear end. His body revolved quickly only to face growling and snarling teeth, he gasped as sharp fetid breath took his own breath away.

‘Get off my property.’ 

Beady black eyes, full of hatred and violence glared at Bibi.  Barda was the biggest and scariest rat he knew.  Bibi dashed across the asphalt, dodging loud, cacophonous machines, he flattened himself against the edge of a glass door, Bibi’s claws scrabbled for purchase on the cold concrete as the door opened, hauling himself up several large risers, with a final huge effort and a leap of gigantic proportions, gave himself a brief respite on a flat space.  Thundering footsteps and that particular smell of human kind engulfed his senses as he backed into a darkened recess.

Marka nudged him from the edges of her web before he could break any more of her carefully constructed strands.  Heaving to catch his breath, her clicking scolded him, berating him mercilessly.  His heart rate began to slow down, as he heard the damage he had done.

‘Flies are so scarce, let alone trying to catch anything more substantial, to be accosted by some young whipper-snapper who decided he would crash into my home.’  Bibi inched his way out as Marka’s diatribe faded away. 
He scrambled up the next flight, his claws clacking on the concrete steps until he reached the top.  Standing on his hind legs, whiskers quivering as he surveyed his surroundings.  Four blue doors all with letter boxes and numbers.  No egress from there. 

He scuttled back in to the shadows as an apparition appeared out of one of doors.  An odorous smell wreathed its way along the landing, exuding plumes of smoke that swung this way and that, noxious fumes tickling his nostrils, sliding insidiously down his windpipe, poison emanating from a man swinging a can emitting foul smelling vapour. 

Bibi began to feel drowsy, disorientated, he struggled to move his legs, his claws could find no purchase on the unforgiving concrete, his body went limp as he slumped on to his side.

‘Gotcha, ya little varmint.’  A muffled but exultant cry came from Ted, his protective clothing garbling his words. 

‘This ‘ere is for ‘umans, not rats like you,’ he spat out, showing his nicotine stained teeth protruding over his bottom lip through the plastic face covering, the spittle settling on his visor. Grabbing Bibi’s tail, he rammed him in to a hessian sack, tightly tying the opening before slinging it over his shoulder.  An unconscious Bibi landed against something soft and furry, another captured rat.

His senses gradually began to return, Bibi opened his eyes to take in his surroundings.  Cold air penetrated through unforgiving metal bars, blocking his view.  There was just enough space to turn his body.  He tried to clamber up but his feet couldn’t find any purchase on the slippery rods.  Squeaking his alarm, he called out.  An answering call came back from the cage next door.  A mangy looking animal faced him, dull and bloodshot eyes, fur that had fallen out in patches, pink skin shining luminously from its side as the creature laboured to breathe. 

‘How long have you been here?’  Bibi asked, needing to know but dreading the reply.

The answer came in panting phrases.  ‘Too long.    No escape.  Injections. Experiments.  Poison you.’  Gasping for breath, the answers came slowly, bit by bit, piece by piece the story unfolded.

A virus had spread across the world, humans blamed rodents, namely rats, black or brown, young or old, male or female, catching them, experimenting on them trying to find a cure, only succeeding in decimating the rat population in their quest. 

Bibi’s heart began racing, he was trapped and powerless.  Death would follow soon.  He watched his neighbour breathe his last, watched the emaciated body writhe in spasms of agony.  He didn’t want that.  Gathering his courage, he scouted his small enclosure for any possible means of escape. 

‘Tell me more, Granddad Ted, about when you were a young man.’

‘Oh, aye, my son. It wasn't fun. My job title was RAT CATCHER.   All those years ago people were mighty scared of those pests.  ‘Course, nowadays it’s different but back then we didn’t know any better. 

People got sick and then sicker.  All over.  Nobody could go out.  Food was scarce.  Farms were mobbed and trashed as people tried to find food.  Soap ran out.  Hygiene was supposed to save everyone but nobody could wash.

Hospitals closed. Doctors closed. Dentists closed.  Schools closed. Shops closed. Pubs closed. Restaurants closed. Everywhere was closed apart from food shops and online shopping.’

‘I bet the kids loved that, Granddad Ted.’

‘Oh aye, for a while it was fun. Then curfews began.  I got the job as Rat Catcher because of my training in pest control.  Nobody made fun of me then.   I did a bloomin’ good job as well, I can tell you.’

‘How many rats did you catch?’

‘Well now, my boy, too many to count.   They were wriggly things, you had to tie the sack up tight and as soon as it was full, deposit them in the chute of the laboratory.’

‘Did it work, Granddad Ted?’

‘Well I got a medal for me troubles and hard work, didn’t I?  You can see it up there, pride of place on me mantelpiece.  Your gran didn’t like my job but she liked the money I saved.’ 

‘So how come we are all safe now, Granddad?’

‘Well it turns out, lad, that it wasn't them rats after all.’

‘What was it?’

Granddad Ted winked at his precious grandson.

‘Nobody knows, boy, nobody knows.’

Word count: 1001

 I’ll leave you with this:



  1. So well done! Very descriptive. I was right there with each character. Wonderful job and such a great take on the prompt!

  2. That was a fun read from 2 very different viewpoints! I wonder if Ted might know a bit more than he's saying!

  3. Very well written. I appreciated the different perspectives.
    I used to have pet rats. They are wonderful little animals. Most of the time, anyway. I had one named Philip who never took to me. He bit me whenever he had the chance. His brother, Terrance, was just as sweet as could be. He took seeds and bits of sweet potato from my hand and he never bit me once.

  4. Great story. Poor Bibi, though. I feel sorry for the unfortunate creature, even while I don't like rats in general.
    A bit of a critique: are you sure you want to use the word 'emancipated' and not emaciated'?

  5. Hi,
    Just like Covid 19, everybody is pointing fingers, but nobody here on earth can explain where it came from. So was it in the time when the Bubonic plague appeared.
    An engaging story.
    Shalom aleichem,
    Pat G

  6. Awww...That was lovely...Specially the first part. It literally tore me...Clever of you to have given both sides of the coin. That's the truth too!
    Sonia from

  7. Sally, love the two perspectives. Using a rat's POV was genius. It made me sad all the same. Then the rat catcher. Proud of his job. A bit hard to explain to the grandson. Sometimes without knowing the truth, we blame, have to blame something/someone. Only history tells the story, if indeed the story is true.
    Thanks for a thoughtful story in response to the prompt. You nailed it.

  8. I also loved the different perspectives. And my sympathies were with the rats.

  9. Neat choice of POV - the urban nightmare from the POV of animals/rats. Really liked the granddad's story too. Great utilisation of the prompt. And applaud the ending LOTR quote - lovely.

    You've got readers more in sympathy with the rats than the human characters - no mean feat that! Kudos!

  10. You did such a good job with your POV and the details that went into your story. You set the scene well. I empathized with Bibi, and it's too bad what the humans did was all for nothing. It's incredibly sad for everyone. Well done!

  11. An animal POV felt appropriate to the urban nightmarish setting you created, Sally - well-chosen and told. Horrific for Bibi - and others we humans exploit and blame. Disturbing ending - yet too real. Excellent LOTR quote.

  12. Ohhh, tying covid and the black plague together. Or some other pandemic and fleas that were on rats and others.

    You did a great job telling this from the animal's point of view.

  13. I just read another story from a foxes pov, and now yours from a rats! Urban nightmare for the animals. 🦊🐀

    I imagine there are going to be a lot of animal tests in the coming weeks and months. They can't wait for a vaccine to be tested on humans, especially pregnant ones who need 9 months to come to term and longer to see if the baby is okay. Though knowing if rat babies make it is barely an indicator.

    Thought provoking story!

  14. Wonderful idea to provide two POVs. This story connects the past and present well. It shows how somethings change and somethings don't. People should learn from the past and make better choices but when panic sets in, logic goes out the window. Still, it makes you wonder, if rats had been the cause, would that justify their termination or could some other resolve be found? Who knows? Much to think about.
    Excellent entry.

  15. A thought provoking story told from an unexpected point of view. I enjoyed being dropped directly into Bibi's world and seeing everything from his point of view. A great read!

  16. A descriptive tale with a well-executed POV style of writing. Along with a smooth transition to a secondary narrator that carries on the story. Well done, Sally.

  17. And an ending like many in one knows. Interesting with the two view points.

  18. Wonderful Sally. You have it all. Love the two-fold point of view. Personally prefer Bibi’s story ... great descriptive passages which move the plot along, enjoyed the dialogues too. Well done. Happy WEP week. Wishing you an inspired summer of writing.

  19. The first POV was so sad. Love how you looked at it from both angles. The first part made me think of the Rats of Nymh.

  20. Hi Sally - clever take on where we've been and where we're at ... and who knows what the future holds ... and how we deal with things ... I hope his grandson learns some lessons from his grandfather's telling. Interesting thoughts which I enjoyed - Hilary

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  22. Chilling! It was a clever point of view - that of the rat - and then the rat catcher, so I guess that poor rat died after all. And yes, that which is blamed, or seen as the perpetrator may be innocent after all. There's a lot to think about in this story.

  23. As everyone else has said, the two POV was a unique, entertaining and thought-provoking interpretation of the prompt. You had me sympathizing with the rat--no mean feat, as I do not like them! Well done!

  24. Hi Sally - congratulations on your Encouragement Award ... and this was a very different take - and so appropriate to life today. Well done - take care - Hilary

  25. Congratulations on your award. This was a unique concept among the other entries and so relevant to the times. Thanks for sharing it.

  26. Very appropriate and very original. Kudos for a job well done.

  27. Congratulations on your win. Well done. As Cleemckenzie said - very original.

  28. Blaming rats for pandemic happened to be an age old practice. The rat catcher of a pandemic might not know the real reason but the scientists knew, the doctors, the virologists and many more might knew. The rat catcher might retell progeny story of proverbial scapegoat and could create a scaperat, but that creation might appear to be another myth.
    Nice built up. Use of "purchase" seemed too repetitive.