Welcome to my stop on the Rough Writers Tour Around the World as we launch the first flash fiction anthology from the Carrot Ranch on-line literary community. If you’re new here, you might be wondering why a memoir writer is peddling flash fiction? And we’ll get onto that, Continue reading “How to worm a cat, Flash Fiction and other ways to tackle Perfectionism.”
Quick! It’s time for a mad tidy up around here. We need the place spick and span because next week it’s my turn to host the Rough Writers Tour Continue reading “Spring-Clean, Declutter. Make way for Creativity.”
A short while ago I thought it would be nice to share a weekly post about how the memoir writing was going. Continue reading “Memoir Monday: The Big Picture”
Oh gosh. Busy times. Having failed to get a post out last week I find I’ve got all of 45 minutes left to me this Monday to Continue reading “Memoir Monday – Brief Update”
She was certain she’d lost him. In her panic she’d taken a shortcut through the trees and managed to drop her water. Hours Continue reading “Flash Fiction “Now the day is over””
After lending a hand at the Carrot Ranch this week, I thought I’d share the great variety of responses to this week’s flash fiction prompt.
Carrot Ranch Literary Community
A character’s willingness to offer or receive help can show us something about personality, situation or history without the writer ‘telling’ the obvious about the fears, dilemmas, pride or compassion involved in the transaction.
Sometimes though, it becomes necessary to describe just that, so an unexpected response is understood.
This week, writers explored the offer of all manner of help in response to:
April 13th 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?
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Union City by denmaniacs4
The sun slunk low as we entered the simmering heart of Union City.
We proceeded to Henry Taylor’s Stable and dismounted.
“Aggie, I have a man to see…”
She looked at me anxiously.
“No,” I said, “not that man. Not yet.”
She nodded. “I have…
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