Carrot Ranch

Do Pigs Fly — 99 word short story

Here we are again, time to visit Carrot Ranch, I am beginning to feel at home there!


The challenge — Well come and see, what can YOU write with only 99 words. Please see what I wrote!

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The day! An excellent turnout if Miss Suzi Qque had anything to do with arrangements. Everything flawless, decorations to the menu.


These ten women had something to celebrate! What was it? A party to rejoice after they worked hard to lose 50 lbs.


The mascot chosen for laughs and keep them on their guard. A pig!


Pigs were the center of the decor; a tasty treat to nibble on was pigs in a blanket, a dish consisting of sausages wrapped in pancakes.


These women also had a catchy slogan, “Do we miss those 50 pounds? Do pigs fly?” NO!

Ragtag Daily Prompt / RDP

THREE DAYS OF DARKNESS

Sunday prompt today is “COLLEAGUE.” My little story can be read below as fiction based on prophesy. Only Time will Tell!

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However, most have heard of “make-believe,” now we live in an era of “fake believe.” One day not so long ago, in what is now the world of “fake-believe,” lived an evil man who wanted to play God. He had many colleagues with the same agenda.


He started to believe he was a god when he dabbled with the sun.


The only One and True God allowed this evil person leeway because the culture became reversed. Bad was expected, and good was considered outdated.


God, too, can reverse, and the moon with the sun suddenly stopped giving light. For three days and nights, the earth suffered darkness.


Those on earth who honored God were protected in their homes, while those who cheered the new culture discovered that God would never be mocked.

Mini Fiction

Till Death do we part

OKAY! I’ll try this Mini Fiction Challenge





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The Photo Prompt

Following my favorite friend along the watery trail, we stopped before entering what seemed like a place, a dimension. It was somewhere, everywhere! Best described as before time, or was it after! Right around the bend, oh! Should we or shouldn’t we continue. The flowers! Roses, in particular, without thorns. While walking along the fluid path these roses were all around, I noticed vivid colors without names, yes, colors that haven’t been named yet—every shade from light to dark and in-between. Changing shades gorgeously shadowed with dark tones continuously shifting to dim light. I knew without a doubt these heavenly roses never die; they simply fade away simultaneously while new flowers appear. It is really quite enchanting.
Looking ahead while feeling immensely obliged to pursue forward, I noticed a large podium with a large stern man waiting for me. About this time, my soul inner self felt light and free; infused with a piece of keen knowledge, suddenly without any forewarning, I fell asleep.

Photo Challenge, Politics

The Statue of Liberty Past and Present

A story, perhaps not fiction, I wonder! Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Na’ama Yehuda contributed this week’s photo seen below.

One day looking through a collection of postcards, I found the Statue of Liberty card, which brought childhood memories of happier years long past.  The security, that gift from France, meant so much!  A famous landmark was representing freedom.

As they continue to change history, the children in school today will no longer read truth or wonder!  Those in "power" have introduced living in fear instead.  Control; it's happening; we see unfair treatment by those in authority — tyranny instead of freedom promoting fear instead of security. 

However,  America is still the best place to be.  God bless the U.S.A.   
poetry, Word Prompts

Just a Silly Story …

… about a child, dogs, a walk, dreams, and Haibun/Haiku poetry.

I PROMISE to make use of the Paint Chip Challenge. 

 

“Yes, mom, I PROMISE to take the dogs on a long walk today.”
And so we started; while walking through the rolling hills of our property with my two dogs, Rusty and Sparkle. We discovered this cave that wasn’t there yesterday; it had a metal door, reminded me of our refrigerator, looked like brushed aluminum; I naturally yelled aloud, “OPEN SESAME.”
Screech — clatter — CLANG! Oh! The sound of the metal scraping against the rocky ground. Peering into the brightly lit cave with walls covered in Lapis lazuli stones and that sweet smell of honey, I thought I died and went to Heaven.
Instead, I suddenly sat up in bed, smelling mom, making honey cakes in the kitchen.

What could be better
Colorful dreams — honey cakes
Gemstones and spooky!