50 Word Micro Fiction – And here’s another…

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Welcome to a regular contributor, Jan Strickland, with her entry for this month’s micro fiction competition – 50 words (or under) on the theme of magic and mystery.  I’m told this is a true story, in which case it’s a bit spooky!

By Jan Strickland

My husband was snoring.  My sister, dead nine years, stood at the bottom of my bed, dressed as I had last seen her.

“Are you alright Violet?”

“Yes Rose, I am.  And so will you be!”  Then she was gone.

The war raged on; but we would survive




50 Word Micro Fiction – Two more…

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Welcome back to Tom F and Kate Loveton for their take on this month’s micro fiction competition – 50 words (or under) on the theme of magic and mystery.  Thanks for joining in again and good luck to you both.

There are still a couple of days left if you would like to take part this month – you can do so by clicking on the September Monthly Mini Competition page of this blog and posting an entry in the ‘Leave A Reply’ box at the bottom of the page.

By Kate Loveton – ‘That Old Black Magic’

Hi Elizabeth, here’s my entry: ‘That Old Black Magic’

By Tom F

It was 3 am, I was asleep when he called my name. “Write it, now!”  I found my pen and pad, and began to write. His story.  But he had died nine months earlier…. Four hours later I woke again, pen in hand, shocked by the scrawl I had written…..
Tom F.

50 Word Micro Fiction – First 4 Entries

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Apologies for the late post (I have been battling the cold and feeling a bit sorry for myself), but I am now very pleased to bring you the first 4 entries for this month’s micro fiction competition – 50 words (or under) on the theme of magic and mystery.  It is also lovely to see some new participants – welcome to you and thank you for taking part.

Don’t forget that if you would like to give it a go, you can do so simply by clicking on the September Monthly Mini Competition page of my blog and posting an entry in the ‘Leave A Reply’ box at the bottom of the page.

By Jane Dougherty

By denmaniacs4

The dark sky sank into the sea. The drifting raft clung to the sliver of moon just above the horizon. His legs barely moved as he swam, slowly, at snail speed. The woman on the raft stretched to the gloomy sky. “Return to me,” he could almost hear her command.

By Joanna Fay

He cradled the rose in his hands, and whispered the command. Spells shimmered in its petals, suspending its life. This one wouldn’t die. If he could hold them all, his world might be saved. Another bloom wilted on the bush. He cupped his palm around it. This time, he shouted.

By A C Elliot






New Writing Prompt For September….


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Thank you to those who voted for my poem to win and I am now pleased to set the writing prompt for this month.  I think, given the popularity of the micro fiction the last time it was set, I will go for this again…….. but how about a themed one this time?

As such I invite you to submit a piece of micro fiction of 50 words (or under) on the topic of magic and mystery.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for October.

Good luck everyone!


Voting for August is now open!

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Only three entries to choose from again this month, and the voting poll is now attached for you to vote for your favourite entry, whether you entered something yourself or not.  Voting will remain open until the end of the month and the winner will then get to set the next writing prompt.

Who will you vote for?


‘A Force of Nature’ by elizfrat

With one day to go before the deadline, I thought I would squeeze in one of my poems to fit in with the prompt of The Day of The Storm.  This is based on a tree in the garden of one of my old houses – I was always very nervous when it was windy, but then it had been standing for over a hundred years so I’m sure there was nothing to worry about……

tree near house


The large sentry creaks,

battered by gale;

its branches twisting

and folding in on themselves.

As if to protect the trunk –

its heart.


A symphony whistles through

early evening air

as leaves dance and spar

and let the wind pass through.

Their music all but drowned out by

the relentless breath of wind.


I watch as ground around me

is ripped up;

a cacophony of noise and destruction.

Empty plastic bags ride the gusts,

refuse spills,

and garden debris stings my eyes.


I catch a movement

out the corner of my eye

and note a light in

neighbouring house.

Without communication

I still sense their trepidation;


their nervous watchfulness

as tree sways

ominously towards

their rooftop.

Then retreats.


Then repeats;

Advances and retreats,

Advances and retreats.


The majestic oak

becomes a threat.

And I catch my breath


And wait

And watch

And hope

That the wind will die down soon.


(c) Elizabeth Frattaroli

‘The Day of The Storm’ by Jan Strickland


Please welcome back Jan with her entry for this month’s writing prompt of ‘The Day of The Storm’, which I hope you will enjoy.  I don’t know about you, but I kind of want to know what happens next as it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger (literally) and against all odds I would like a happy ending, even though it doesn’t look good…

There is still just under a week to get your entries in for this month – do you fancy having a go?….. 🙂

The Day of the Storm

It had to be raining, of course it did! It matched her mood. Why couldn’t she run away when the sun was shining; when it was warm, and she could wear her bright summer clothes? But no, the rain wasn’t taking it’s time to come down, ‘coming down in stair rods’ her mother would have said.

Her mother.

Suddenly she was overcome by emotion. Her dear, sweet mother. Gone now, her place being taken by that harridan, her father’s new wife. Genevieve was her name, but ‘Bitch’ worked just as well.

As though to match her mood, lightening flashed across the sky. Her instinct was to dive for cover, but she remembered her mother’s words, “never stand under trees in a storm”.  So she walked on, drenched through, lonely; her hair hanging lank and smooth against her head; her clothes in soaked folds clinging to her legs, which grew heavier with every step she took.

Should she return? Return to the misery, the work, the lack of love? Or should she soldier on? Perhaps to the town? Perhaps find a job?

The rain was relentless. The sky darkened. The river was fast flowing….

She felt herself fall, nothing to clutch hold of….

“Mother help me”, she cried, her words lost in the wind.

© Jan Strickland

‘The Day of The Storm’ by lassfromlancashire

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I’m pleased to bring you the first entry into this month’s mini competition, courtesy of lassfromlancashire, with her very atmospheric poem.  I think the linking of the physical storm and the storm of giving birth works really well and I hope you also enjoy the piece.

The Day of the Storm

Morning, but the sky is darkening
Heavy clouds pregnant with rain.
I start at the sound of distant thunder
Blink as lightening flashes across the window.
Storm coming.
The first contraction hits with the first drops of rain,
Large heavy blobs of water,
Then a sudden gush as the waters break
And a desperate dash to the hospital
Dripping and panting,
Trailing muddy water along aseptic corridors
Contractions coming at ever closer intervals
Trying to recall the breathing techniques I learnt.
Midwife leans in to reassure me.
Thunder crashes, lightening flashes
“Can I push?”
“Not yet, dear.”
I gasp and groan
The lights go out.
Thunder crashes, lightening flashes
Have I been struck blind?
The emergency lights come on.
And you are born into a surreal world
Of dim lights and sudden flashes.
And we name you Thora
After the thunder god.

© Esme

New Writing Prompt For August….

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I have now spoken to our joint winners for last month, Jane and Jan, who have suggested that I set the prompt on this occasion.  As such, I invite you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘The Day of The Storm’.

Freedom of interpretation is, as always, in your hands; by no means does it have to be a literal storm, but instead it could be a sense of mood or a dramatic event – I’ll leave it open.

I hope that some of you will again be able to take part and I will look forward to reading your entries.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for September.

Good luck to all who enter.


And July’s winner is………………

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Well, we have a bit of a problem…  For the first time since I have been running these mini competitions we have a draw, with Jane Dougherty and Jan Strickland both polling the same amount of votes.

As you may know, usually the winner is entitled to set the writing prompt for the next monthly competition, but we could have a fight on our hands! 😉

Jane and Jan – do you have any thoughts or suggestions?  Perhaps one of you could set the overall theme and the other come up with some key words or phrases or a beginning or ending or similar?

Have to admit, I didn’t have a contingency in the event of a tied vote. As such, please leave it with me and I will post the next prompt as soon as we have worked something out! 🙂

In the meantime, congratulations to you both.