HALLOWEEN

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“H  A  P  P  Y    H  A  L  L  O  W  E  E  N”

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THE DINNER

It is Halloween,

I want to be keen.

I hired a ghost,

To be my host.

 

The table is set,

So I won’t fret.

The food will be served,

To those who deserve.

 

For those who are thinner,

Eat a bigger dinner.

And take your time,

Because it’s on my dime.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

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IF I WERE A WITCH

If I were a witch,

I’d hide in a ditch.

Scare those who come by,

And then I would fly.

 

My broom would go zoom,

So I could resume.

My wishes of delight,

Giving everyone a fright.

 

Their heads would turn,

Their eyes would burn.

Their body would discern,

Which way to turn.

 

They would run a fast pace,

To get away from my face.

My voice would follow,

Their voice would be hollow.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

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VULTURE

Mondays Finish the Story – October 26th, 2015

This is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence… This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”

THE VULTURE

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.

I moved my hands to support my body in hopes of pulling myself up from the ground. I failed miserably and my blood came oozing out at a rapid pace , soaking my body and the ground.

The vulture shifted from one foot to the other while staring down at me.  He flapped his wings ever so slightly, and his feathers rose up.

I thought I heard sounds coming from him resembling those of someone in pain, but unlike myself, his was due to concern of obtaining a meal!  My concerns were out of desperation and despair!

I screamed as loud as I could get my vocal cords to co-operate.

He lifted himself off his perch and flew down toward me.

I fainted and when I came to, I was lying on a stretcher, and the vulture was lying on the ground.

I looked up at a man holding a gun and I gave him a smile of thanks and approval.

 Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

THE BICYCLE

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 25th 2015

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. This photo is a Penny Farthing replica  sited on the entrance of a hotel.

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THE BICYCLE

“Trevor, your dad’s bicycle is really cool!” Bret said.

“I know,” Trevor remarked.

“Have you ridden it?”

“No, because it’s too high and I need help getting on it.”

“I can help you.”

“Alright, I can climb on this old box and get on while you hold the bike still.”

They heard Trevor’s dad calling them.

“Quick! Bret, let me get down from this box!”

Trevor’s dad walked in and said, “you can’t ride it, it’s too dangerous. If you fell off you could be seriously injured.  Your legs would be caught under the handle bars. It’s very old and you can’t buy this kind anymore.  They named it “ordinary” because there was no other kind like it.”

Trevor and Bret chimed in, “cool!”

“It was given the nick-name Penny-Farthing.  A penny representing the front wheel, and a coin smaller in size and value, the farthing, representing the rear wheel.”

Trevor and Bret chimed in, “cool!”

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 Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

BLOGGER RECOGNITION AWARD

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I was nominated for The Seal of Approval Blogger Recognition Award by Susan Langer  (http://susanscreativewritingandpoetry.com/ )  and I sincerely appreciate the award nomination. 

Thank you, Susan, for the nomination.

Blogger Recognition Award Rules:

1. Select other blogs to which you want to give the award. You can not nominate yourself or the person who has nominated you. 

2. Write a post to show off your award! Give a brief story of how your blog got started and give a piece or two of advice to new bloggers. Thank whoever nominated you, and provide a link to their blog.  List who you’ve nominated in the post.  Make sure to attach the award! (You can do this by right clicking, saving, and uploading the image above).

3. Comment on each blog and let them know you’ve nominated them.  Provide a link to the award post you created. 

I started my blog (Reflections Of Life’s Journey) after thinking about it for a couple of years. I have always enjoyed writing letters and decided one day to write a story. My first story was a long one and it took a while to complete it because of being involved in too many other things. I set it aside and continued to wait until I felt I could devote a reasonable amount of time on a blog. My first posting was on 01/05/2015 and I thoroughly enjoy writing.  I try to join at least a couple of writing challenges each week. The challenges are fun and enlightening and I enjoy reading other bloggers posts.

Some recommendations to new or potential bloggers are:

Decide on a name for your blog and what type you are most interested in.  You may like to write stories, poetry , or about whatever your passion is.

Get your blog site set up and join some of the challenges. This is a great way to learn from other bloggers. You will see how they write and communicate with other bloggers and the photo challenges are very helpful . Be consistent in your writing. Try to write at least one thing a week.

Learn about social media traffic and how to diversify it.

Build a community by making your readers feel a part of something and they will come back, and be sure to follow other bloggers.

Nominees in random order:

https://memyselfandcfs.wordpress.com/

https://notestiedonthesagebrush.wordpress.com/

http://etolbagam.com/

http://grahamisjustmyname.com/

https://lishwriter.wordpress.com

https://katcarpita.wordpress.com/

https://simplyettad.wordpress.com

https://ajobrienpoetry.wordpress.com/

FRIEND

36th Challenge for

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 10-20 through 10-26-2015

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

FRIEND

“Jon, what are we doing today?” asked Shelby.

“I can’t leave the back yard, but we can play around the flower garden.  I will show you my friend if he’s around.”  Jon answered.

“What friend?”

“I call him Speedy.  He lives in the flower garden.”

“What?  How can he do that and why is his name Speedy?”

“He’s a butterfly and he can fly twelve miles an hour but only if his body temperature is at least 86 degrees.”

“What else can he do?”

“He sees red, green and yellow, and he never sleeps.  He just becomes inactive and he doesn’t have eyelids.  He never takes a bath in water because he could lose his colored scales and the ability to sense odors.  He takes a sun bath to raise his body temperature.”

“Where does he sleep?”

“Under the leaves.”

“Wow!!  Did he tell you all this?”

“No, my mom read me a book about butterflies.”

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

PIPPIN’S MIRACULOUS RECOVERY

SIX SENTENCE STORIES       10/22/2015  CLUE IS ENTRANCE

Pippin’s Miraculous Recovery

“Pippin, hand me the flashlight, ”  Monroe said.

“Here it is, but I think the battery is going dead and we will never find our way out of this cave if we can’t find the entrance to it,” Pippin grumbled.

“We need to squeeze through that narrow path over there because I see a tiny bit of light.”

“No, I can’t climb over all those rocks because my feet are too sore and I can barely walk, so you will need to carry me.”

Suddenly, they heard a lot of noise and turned around just in time to see huge eyes coming toward them.

“Bats!”  Pippin screamed, and ran right passed Monroe through the narrow path and out of the entrance to the cave.

 Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

CABINS

MONDAY FINISH THE STORY…….October 19, 2015

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CABINS

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.

“Robert, what are you doing out here?” Haley asked.

“Just checking things out. There are too many trees over there and it would be dark unless we cut down a lot of them. I can visualize the cabins right along this area though.”

“Please don’t get your hopes up because the bank may not approve the loan.”

“They have to!  The children need a place to come in the summer and this place is perfect.”

“I know, and the orphanage is really counting on it.”

The next day they received notification that the loan was not approved.

While attending a meeting with the orphanage officials, Mr. Barton, the CEO read a letter from an anonymous donor.

“Please accept my donation for the entire cost of the orphanage cabins , swimming pool and sports equipment.”

The letter signed: Fellow orphan bringing light, peace and joy.

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Each week, Mondays Finish the Story challenges our minds by providing with a picture along with the first sentence for us to finish the flash fiction with 100 -150 words based on the picture above.

 

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

PRIZED POSSESSION

SUNDAY PHOTO FINISH  … 10/18/2015

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. This photo is a statue of a dog that used to be the mascot for an aerodrome. His name was Bob.

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PRIZED POSSESSION

“I can’t believe your uncle left the bulk of his estate to Darin, ” Allison said. 

“Well, he did, ” Jake replied. 

“But why?  Darin has always been so distant from your uncle George and never did anything for him unless he got paid for it!”

“I don’t understand it either.  I do appreciate uncle George trusting me with his most prized possession, however, leaving Darin the new car and three thousand dollars was a complete shock to me.”

Allison looked at him and raised her eyebrows as she said, “sure, a real prized possession, a tall statue of a dog!”

“He is rather handsome , don’t you think?”

Allison laughed and shook her head at Jake as he grabbed her and swung her around.  “We have each other, my dear sweet Allison.”

“Look! We knocked the dogs head off, ” Allison cried. 

Inside the dogs head they found a very sweet note to Jake from his uncle and three hundred thousand dollars!

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

METHOD

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SECRET METHOD

Every year Mable won the prize money at the county fair for growing the largest and sweetest tomatoes.

Evelyn, Mable’s neighbor, tried to find out Mable’s method for growing the tomatoes, but Mable told her it was a family secret.

This year Mable noticed Evelyn watching her as she planted her tomato plants.

Shortly after Mable finished planting her tomato plants, Evelyn put her tomato plants in the ground.

When they entered their tomato plants in the contest, Mable’s tomato plants won again.

What Evelyn did not know was the fact that Mable had another planting area in her flower garden where she planted tomato plants using her secret method to grow them.

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Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

HEARTFELT TEARS

SIX SENTENCE CHALLENGE  ……OCTOBER 15, 2015      WORD:  TEAR

HEARTFELT TEARS

A tear dropped from my eyes as I walked into the room.

The glass container enclosed his little body, yet he was totally visible to me.

The lights were low and the only sound heard was coming from the heart monitor.

The wires connected to his tiny chest moved with each small breath as he inhaled and exhaled.

I placed my hand inside the circular opening of the container and gently placed it on his head, then softly stroked his hair.

I spoke to him in a hushed tone telling him how much I loved him and I began to pray as tears flowed from my eyes.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved