Writing Challenge #30

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WEEKLY CHALLENGE #30

  1. WRITE:  Write a flash fiction story, no more than 200 words, that include five of the ten following words: Fall, rain, rust, toad, coyote, creek, firewood, leaves, raccoon, crisp.

Your story can be any theme, any genre. Have fun!

2. COMMENT: You MUST comment on FOUR other entries to qualify. If you do not, your entry will be disqualified from the challenge. Give and take… Keep the cycle going.

3. IMPORTANT In order to qualify, you MUST vote for your TOP TWO choices. If you don’t vote, you cannot win this challenge (even if you receive the most votes!). To vote, you need to reply to the email that goes out for the Weekly Challenges. In that email, if you scroll to the bottom, you will see all the information you need to vote for this challenge.

You must join our mailing list in order to receive the weekly voting email. 

4. DEADLINE: Tuesday, November 1st at 11:59 p.m. PST. Voting booth will open for this challenge on Wednesday, November 2nd, and the winners will be announced the following Wednesday, November 9th.

CONGRATULATIONS: To the winners of Challenge #28… Craig Lincoln, Patricia Crandall and Anisa Claire!

THIS CHALLENGE IS OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS!

Have fun!


Author Notes

90 Comments for “Writing Challenge #30”

says:

Sunlight  peaked through the rust
Of the old zinc roof that sheltered us
Papa had a dreadful voice
Get out of bed!  there was no choice
Fleeing and careful not to fall
Toadstool in cowdung standing tall.
Slippery leaves from the dewdrop
Crisp as the morning sun gets hot
A burden tending to the beast
In the creek we cooled  from the heat

says:

I do enjoy the foothills in FALL. CRISP air with gentle RAIN coating the coloured LEAVES makes for a beautiful and relaxing time to help refresh my muse.
The short stroll to the CREEK each morning as much a trek to spy perhaps a RACCOON or COYOTE as it is to fill the RUST covered bucket with water invigorating these tired muscles as much as it helps unblock this writers mind.
As the day meanders to afternoon and early eve it is time to bring in the FIREWOOD and enjoy the still night air broken only by the cry of the TOAD what better way to bring this writing thing back into gear.

says:

Fall had come to Coyote Creek.  The air was cool and crisp, and an array of autumn colored leaves covered the ground like a crunchy carpet.  Great time for my seasonal visit, Sierra thought. She unloaded her bag, laptop and art supplies.  She was anxious to get outside, sit near the creek and paint.  But firewood first since the Ben Franklin stove was the only source of heat. She bustled around but then heard a gentle rain hitting the tin roof.  Oh well, it will cozy by the fire while I write.  Cuddled on the couch, she sipped her tea, relaxed and stared out the windows that flanked the wood stove. Inspiration seeped into her stressed spirit. She crossed to the window to get a better look and to her surprise a baby raccoon was sitting on the edge of the porch!  Sierra suppressed a giggle but he heard her and ran. Walking into the kitchen to refill her tea she noticed a rust spot had begun to penetrate the side of the antique cook stove. Oh my!  I need to call Toad in the morning to come fix it.  Wonder why they call him Toad anyway?

~Used all 10 words~

RissRyker518

says:

Great little story, here, Rebecca! You did a great job with the challenge!

says:

Uh thanks I think. Did you mean this comment for my post or Becky’s post? No matter, I know I get mixed up too, we’re all human after all. Thanks Riss!

RissRyker518

says:

omg, I’m so sorry. I saw Rebecca’s name and wrote it instead of your name…every do that? Like if your writing and someone says something and you write the word they said? Same concept…

Tim Hillebrant

says:

A drop of rain hit my face, as I lay stewing in the languid place between sleep and being awake. It was only the first drop to fall, and given the smell in the air, I knew there’d be much more. Sitting up, I went to add some firewood to my dying fire, trying to build it up enough to ride out the storm. A coyote, who’d followed my trail since my last camp, cautiously approached, and lay down opposite me across the flames. Overhead, a raccoon observed us from his perch, high in the trees. Looked like I’d have company today, something I’ve not had since my escape.

**Words: Coyote, Rain, Fall, Raccoon, Firewood,

charles stone

says:

Nice write, sir. It does have the feel of a full blown story. An escapee in the woods with only the creatures of the night for company. Rock on.

RissRyker518

says:

I say he escaped from the big city to have a camp out in the woods. Had a great feel to this story, Tim. Great job!

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

NOT AN ENTRY…ONLY PLACE I CAN POST HELP REQUEST.

Didn’t get the email for this challenge, so can’t vote for #29. Can’t post on status updates, get an error message. Weekly Challenge 29 still on the screen when I open the WC website. Any ideas what’e wrong? Email is functioning fine. I am on newsletter subscriber list. Help! Thanks, Mary

Kim Bussey

says:

I’m having the exact same problems.

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

Status updates working for me today, Kim. Weekly Challenge issue ongoing. Nothing in my email settings that would block them or send to junk or spam. Was fine up to a week ago. Hopefully it’ll be fixed soon. Mary

charles stone

says:

Rust. That’s what it is. The doc said I needed to get back outdoors; feel the rain on my face, the cool, crisp wind on my skin. I decided to take his advice; I packed up the car and found a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Every morning I walk the paths less travel; feel the dry leaves crunch underfoot. After the sun rises, I chop firewood until my arms ache and then take a thermos of black coffee, walk down to the creek and watch the day disappear.
I sit until the coyotes howl; I feel their pain. I never understood why these words sound alike wife and life. The way you can interchange them, and they mean the same.

Kim Bussey

says:

Hey, Charles. Long time no read! Wife/Life… I like that comparison being thrown out as the ending thought here.

charles stone

says:

Hey, Kim, thanks for reading. I threw together a few words.
And I think they stuck nicely. I’ve been working on my book, coming out
next week. Yeah!!!! “When the Gods Sleep – Tales from the Dark Side”.

RissRyker518

says:

Loved the description about the coyotes. Anyone who has ever heard them can understand how their song sounds so forlorn.

says:

A coyote howled in the distance as I struggled to get my leg free from the rusty trap I had stumbled over while walking in the forest. The Fall rain drizzled from the sky, dropping the soaked leaves from the trees as it pummeled their branches. My dog licked my face as I lay on the ground, resting for a moment before deciding what to do. She then wandered down by the creek bed, scaring up a raccoon that came racing toward me baring it’s rabid teeth as it veered off to the left leaving me shaking in fear. I had to get out of here. As I shook off the steel trap tiny toads jumped from the stump I had been lying against. They made me smile as the small group danced around my feet. The crisp October wind began to blow across my cheek as I struggled to find my balance, whistling for my dog to come and follow me. I limped down the rutted path from where I had come anticipating the warm fire back at camp and hoping I had enough firewood to last the night. The coyote howled again, and I quickened my pace.

charles stone

says:

You got all the word in but I don’t know it you would smile after getting you foot caught in an animal trap.

says:

I think you got me on that one, Charles…lol I didn’t mean for the trap to actually catch his leg in it’s jaws, just stumble over it clumsily, but I guess I could have just as well had him trip over a stump, but needed to use the word “rust” lol

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Nicely done bit of writing here, Becky! Your piece and mine aren’t so far apart, and I wrote mine before reading this. Great minds think alike.
Must say, I can see a longer story in yours, and would love to see this fleshed out a bit- if you’ve a mind to.

Tim

says:

Well done Becky! I’d quicken my pace too if I heard a coyote! I’m glad you cleared up the fact that his leg was NOT actually caught in the trap, makes more sense now after reading the comments. Write on!

RissRyker518

says:

I don’t care about the trap, i think if I saw tiny toads I’d smile no matter what! Great job with the challenge!

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