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No Sense Nonsense

This was written for Tale Weaver #252.

This week is a nonsense week and your task is to make up a story/poem in which you explore what you think the word means.

There is no ‘right’ answer but rather an exercise in using your creativity to create a believable tale.

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In my province,

     there’s lots of nonsense

Premier Doug Ford

    must have been bored

    When he announced

    Beer at a discount

A buck- a- beer

    isn’t too dear

He promised tax relief

   Vote for me, I’ll be your chief

Hydro bills lowered by 12 percent

   I’d like to know where that promise went

His plan to cut teaching positions

   Will have our schools in terrible conditions

This is all nonsense as you can see

This is what the word means to me

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

Tall Tales Flash Fiction

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Image by Monika Schröder from Pixabay 

 

Mama, Mama, my finger hurts, cried Bobby.

Let’s have a look at it. Oh, a little splinter, we must get that out before it festers.

How?

I’ll need my tweezers and magnifying glass but first, we’ll put a little rubbing alcohol on it.

That’s gonna hurt. I think I’ll just keep the splinter.

If we don’t get it out of there it will travel through your body.

Bobby giggles.

Once in your bloodstream, it will travel to your heart and kill you.

Bobby gasps.

Years later, when he was a doctor he’d smile whenever he thought of that splinter.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

The Hound

This was written for a Six Sentence Story challenge over at Denise’s.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here and link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  POUND

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Image by GraphicMama-team from Pixabay

 

I heard a sound

I looked around

Guess what I found

Yes, a hound

Sitting proudly upon a mound

I sat beside him on the ground

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Meg and Ian Flash Fiction

Flash Nov 21

 

Meg, in a daze, was reminiscing about the first time Ian said, “I love you,” She got butterflies, felt intoxicated, and for the first time in her life without a doubt knew he was the one.

Not being able to sleep Meg got up, put on coffee, and ran a hot bath for herself. In ten hours, her life was about to change. Passionate love filled her heart.

Getting dressed, Meg heard her father’s voice and then a light tap at the door. “Come on Hun, I need to get you to the church on time. Are you ready?”

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for November 21st’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a romance.

 

 

The Swimming Pig

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photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash

Piggly Wiggly learned how to swim

He worked out every day at the gym

Until one day when he broke a limb

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This silly little poem was written for Three Line Tales, prompt from Sonya.

 

 

 

Winter Fun – Flash Fiction

This was written for a 99-word flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

November 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using storm windows. It can be literal on a house, but also consider other portals, even spaceships or submarines. Can you make it into something new or build a story around something historical? Go where the prompt leads!

Nov 14 flash fiction

 

Winds were horrendous, snow squalls blinded my vision and I was cold to the bone. Couldn’t get the furnace relit and I was afraid the pipes would soon freeze. I had to get outside to turn the handle for the water. Why it was outside was puzzling.

Bundling in my winter outerwear I made it around the corner of the house, wet, heavy snow sticking to my toque and eyelashes.

Underfoot I felt something slippery and looked down trying to see what it was. Then I heard a crack. So, here’s where that storm window went. Dammit, always something.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Broken Wing- Haiku

This was written in response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku challenge #279. Prompt words are Nurture & Nature.

 

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Image by David Mark from Pixabay 

I nurtured the bird

Until it could fly again

Then back to nature

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

Fallen Leaves

This silly poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #52.

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Skipping through the woods

Avoiding all the leaves they could

Not wanting to hurt any

and let me tell you … there were many

Stopping every now and then

To pick the pretty ones to defend

Carefully put them into a book

not wanting them to crook

Taking them all back to their mothers

Perhaps one would use them to recover

Recover what? you ask

Silly me, their facemasks

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Halloween Night

This was written for:

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille. Prompt for November 6, 2019, is “Halloween”.

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Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay 

 

Spookiness prevails

Goblins, ghosts, witches come out

Creepy yet tasty

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Day of the Dead – Flash Fiction

Oct 31 ff

Hey Joe, Day of the Dead will soon be here, and I am looking forward to the festivities. It will be nice to see my loved ones that are left.

I’m not sure that I’ll recognize anyone, but I’ll go with you, it’ll be fun.

You know that they’ll have all our favorite dishes there, don’t you?

Ah yes, the aromas from the foods are quite appetizing. Only wish we could sample them.

Joe, how many people do you think will be here?

If you count all the live people in town and us dead ones, quite a few.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This flash fiction, 99 words, was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch.