The Chosen One (flash fiction)

Joanne’s written a hilariously clever response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt this week!

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The Chosen One

There was a loud knock on the door. Clarice answered it to find a tall man with a long beard standing on her porch.

“Clarice Evans, would you like to join me on an adventure?” the Wizard asked.

“Ooh that sounds lovely dear! I’ll just go and get my coat.” Clarice replied. The Wizard waited patiently.

Clarice Evans may have been seventy four with a gammy leg, hard of hearing, and owned a preponderance of cats, but little did she know it was her destiny to defeat evil and usher in a new golden age of peace and enlightenment.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt of rethinking the hero provided by the Carrot Ranch April 8 Flash Fiction Challenge.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2021 Joanne Fisher

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Announcing the WINNERS of the Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

Well! The fundraising writing contest in honor of Sue Vincent has wrapped up. I hope you all entered. Two of the winners quite surprised me!

And, there’s still time to pop over and kick a few funds her way to help defray her and her son’s costs if you haven’t already. ❤

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

When the Rodeo came to town, Rough Writers from around the world answered the call. You came, you sat in the saddle, you rode the bull, and you joined the parade.

Most important, you were inspired by our wonderful friend, Sue Vincent. Sue has been battling terminal cancer, and we’re thrilled that she is around to see the winners (though I admit I cheated and let her know the top winner a little early). Participants were allowed and encouraged to donate to help Sue and her family, but we believe the photo she provided as the prompt was worthy of any prize. Her photo prompted 63 wonderful 99 word stories and 99 syllable poems; if the average picture is worth 1,000 words, then we can be certain her prompt is way above average!

The Sue Vincent Rodeo Challenge Prompt

When speaking with Sue following the contest, we learned that…

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And To Think That I Heard It From Some Publishers

“What’re we gonna do, Fred? These books just ain’t movin.'”

“Hm. I dunno. Which are they, exactly?”

“YOU know -Mulberry Street, that Zoo one, Elliot’s fish… erm, and two or three others even I can’t remember.”

“Oh, yeah. Those deadweights. Hm.” *snap* “I got it!”

“What??”

“Stop printing ’em.”

“Wha -? But the fam-“

“Aaand…”

“And?”

“Say it’s for some hot-button issue. Throw in some questionable quotes from the author; there’s always some handy.”

“Fred.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a genius!”

©2021 Chel Owens
Image ©Dr. Seuss Enterprises, LP

Saddle Up Saloon: Anyone Can Poem

Here she be: my guest post about poeming. I encourage everyone to mosey over and take a gander!

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Well, howdy! My name’s Chel Owens and I’ve a small confession to make: I’m not much of a rancher. The closest I’ve gotten to a rodeo is watching “McLintock!” The closest I’ve gotten to a saloon is to use the bathroom at a bar during a road trip.

What do I know? Poetry. And -believe me- poetry is amazing. It’s clever, awful, silly, serious, snarky, sincere, and beautiful.

Take Ogden Nash:
The Termite

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.
(c/o allpoetry.com)

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Or, William Shakespeare, the master prose-smith:
Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests…

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The Last Post? by Sue Vincent

Poignant and perfect, everyone needs to read Sue’s words. And, everyone needs to tell her what she’s meant to life.

The Silent Eye

This may be the final post that I get chance to write for the Silent Eye… that decision has been taken out of my hands. I spent much of last week in hospital, having, as many of you know, been diagnosed with incurable small cell lung cancer last September. It has been an interesting and informative journey on so many levels as familiar things have been stripped away and a gift of love left in its place… rather like the tooth fairy leaving something of real value in place of a discarded incisor.

First to go was the illusion of near-immortality that gets us through life, one way or another. We know there is a certain inevitability about life leading to death, but we tend not to apply it to ourselves until we are forced to pay attention. Dealing with the situation that made me sit up and listen meant…

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The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

YOU! ENTER THIS CONTEST!

(They can use your stories! This helps Sue Vincent! There are prizes! What are you waiting for?? Follow the link and the instructions and DO IT!!)

Also, the deadline is in THREE DAYS!

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

by H.R.R. Gorman

Here at the Carrot Ranch, we take the business of 99-word literary art seriously. Those who participate in the Ranch prompts or yearly Rodeo saddle up to TUFF (The Ultimate Flash Fiction) it out and train new Rough Riders as we go. Now, the Ranch is hosting a new event to sharpen minds, welcome new hands, and celebrate one of our own the best way we know how: our first ever Rodeo Classic.

In this Rodeo Classic, we’re here to celebrate a stalwart center of many blogging corners, Sue Vincent. Sue has variously contributed to the community here at the Carrot Ranch, through communication with many other bloggers, and run her own famous #writephoto weekly blog prompt. You can (and should!) follow her on her blogs, The Daily Echo and the shared blog France & Vincent. She has inspired us to become better writers and shown…

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Why?

I cannot find the words I need
The words, they will not sing

They won’t line up in pattern’d rhyme
They won’t do any …way
I wish or anywhere I want

Why, when I need the words the most
To fill a voided space
Do words withhold their magic from me;
Withhold their usu’l grace?