And then I dreamed… From Sue Vincent.

I spent the night with friends… more socially distanced than any pandemic ruling could possibly require…. and I’m tired. I didn’t sleep as much as I would have liked and spent a lot of the night tossing and turning. That is not as contradictory as it might seem, for it was when I did doze that I spent the time watching those I love wander across the screen of dreams. Though that is not quite a true depiction. I was in there with them.

Continue Reading at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

And now I make no apologies for repeating myself: Did you know that the Sue Vincent Rodeo is now live.

Here is what Charlie Mills at The Carrot Ranch has to say “On Monday, Carrot Ranch will launch an event to celebrate Sue Vincent and her writing. There will be a “99” writing contest from February 1-19 with a suggested donation that goes directly to Sue. We want to make it a big deal beyond our trees of the writing woods, therefore it carries a $100 grand prize. There will also be a parade of sorts, a chance to gather together with Sue to share and reblog her posts in February. Be sure to tune in Monday for the full announcement. I’m so proud of all who have arranged this event, and volunteered to help. I’m proud of all of you whom I know will push this out far and wide to celebrate one of our own beloved writers.

February is going to be different at Carrot Ranch. Don’t let it throw you. I’ll be cloistered away, working on my thesis submission. I’m grateful to the community for carrying on.

Here’s a schedule for you so you know what to expect:

  • January 28 Special Collection Challenge to Honor the work of Sue Vincent
  • February 1-19: Sue Vincent Classic Rodeo Contest and Parade of Reblogs (announced Monday, February 1 at CarrotRanch.com/blog)
  • February 3 No Collection
  • February 4 Special Host: D. Avery
  • February 10 Special Host Collection
  • February 11 Sue Vincent Reblog Parade (no challenge)
  • February 17 Special Sue V Collection posted
  • February 18 Regular Flash Fiction Challenges return
  • February 19 Contest ends
  • March 22 Winner and Runners Up Announced

As you can see the contest is not the only way you can help, there’s always the “Parade”. Reblog one of Sue’s posts from any of her sites (Daily Echo or France and Vincent) with a comment about why you found it special. Follow her blogs. Read one of her books, then leave reviews where you can.

So go ahead and reblog, tweet, Facebook, or somehow otherwise share the contest! 99 word literary art is a fantastic way to celebrate a blogging hero and very deserving person.

Here are some links you can use if you want to write your own post. Or Reblog any.

© willowdot21 2019

Saddle up, everyone! It’s time for a Carrot Ranch Rodeo like none ever held before. The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic begins on Monday, February 1st, and it’ll be a TUFF (The Ultimate Flash Fiction) prompt to fit within 99 words.

Sue Vincent’s,#Writephoto: Gold

This is the next episode of my on going story prompted each week by the photo on Sue Vincent’s blog Daily Echo.

Rules and Pingback here.

              Gold.

Rachel and Lisa spent a quiet morning on the beach the sound of the waves and the mild weather cleared their heads. 

They talked about their lives, silently by telepathy. Anyone walking along the beach would of seen a pregnant woman and a large pregnant dog/ wolf.

Lisa told Rachel how her husband and been killed by Vampires in a raid about eight months ago. A week later she had discovered she was pregnant. Rachel asked if she hated the Vampires, because she did. Lisa replied that she hated the war more.

Lisa asked Rachel how she could be in love with Mathew if she hated Vampires. It was a trick question really because she had read Rachel’s mind and knew the answer. Rachel told her the truth and their bond grew stronger.

At midday Lisa and Rachel went to the village to get supplies, both were near their time (to give birth) so they had decided to stock up. As Lisa had warned Rachel the locals were afraid of her but they needed her. They showed their fear by avoiding the two and a few hurled insults at them. 

At one point a man spat at them and a woman shout out,”the pregnant bitch has found another pregnant bitch” Lisa ignored the insult but she saw Rachel slow up immediately she told her, “remember ordinary wolves don’t understand humans please ignore them”. Rachel obeyed Lisa and trotted on. They got their supplies and all who looked on would of just seen  the witch and her wolf as they walked home.

That evening they went to the beach to watch the sunset. Lisa marvelled a Rachel’s eyes.. they were the colour of the setting sun, gold. “What is it Rachel” Lisa asked as she watched the warewolf bristle and become alert. 

Rachel answered ” Quick we need to get back to the house now. I am certain that is not a bird on the horizon heading our way out of the sun. Get on my back Lisa I can carry you.” 

Lisa knew immediately  Rachel was right and did as she was told. Rachel ran across the beach carrying Lisa,they got into the house and lock all the doors and windows. 

They looked out at the last rays of the dying sun turn the sky was gold. They saw a lone Vampire circling the beach. 

“Thank you Rachel ” Lisa said. After she drew the curtains and lit fire Lisa hugged Rachel and the two slept soundly,Lisa resting on Rachel’s soft and warm fur.

Outside it was dark inside all was bathed in a glow of gold.

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Thursday Photo Prompt – Bridge #writephoto

This  is  my  entry  to  Sue Vincent’s  of  Daily Echo , #writephoto prompt  bridge.

Rules  and  ping back  here .

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She  had  been  running  all day thoughts  of Mathew her  beautiful  Vampire filling  her  head. Today was  the  first  day  she had  really  had  the  strength  to  run  properly. It  had  taken  three  dangerous  days  of  cleaning  and  resting  to  heal  her  wounds.

She  had  had  to  lie  low with  the  constant  threat  of  Human Hunters and Vampires, the    Dawfs and Elves  were no  threat  but  sadly  they  were  dying out and  were  seen less and  less.This  was  sad  because  they  were kind  and  honourable  races.

It was  early  afternoon  when  she  reached  the  bridge. The  water  was  clear  and  clean and  the  shadows  were  cool  and offered an ideal  hiding  place. She  had  eaten  12 hours  ago  and  luckily  she  had  had a  good  meal and  even  with  her  precious  cargo  she  felt  full  and  satisfied. Out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  saw  a  water  rat  scuttle  into  a  crack in  the  brickwork… humm! she  thought  a  nice  snack  for later.

She  had  been  pregnant  for  two  and  a half  months  now  and had  stayed  Warewolf  for  the  entire  time as  she instinctively  new  her  human  form  could  not  carry  this  child let  alone  deliver  it. What  strange  things  Human were weak  and often  cruel. The  Vampires  where strong and  always  beautiful   but  so heartless, well that  went  without  saying.

What had  drawn  her  to  her  beautiful Mathew , he  had  smelt so  different  to  the others. The  smell of  death  and  blood  was  there  but  something else she  still did not  know  what. She  had  been  drawn  to him, not only  by  his hypnotic  stare or his  melodic voice. She  had  been in  human  form, naked  and  vulnerable, when  she  first  saw him  she  was  going  to  change  and  fight.

He had  called  to her, “I am alone  and  know  what  you  are  please stay, I don’t  want to  fight or  harm  you ”  She  had  been drawn  to him  naturally  and  by  no  magic  powers  and  they  both  new  they were  special.

She  was  suddenly  awoken  from  her  reverie   by  the  smell of  humans on  the  wind. Not  pleased she  skulked  back into  the the  shadows. The  smell  got  stronger  as  the  humans  neared  the  bridge. Hidden in  the  dark  listening  to  the  soft  flow  of  the  water  she  readied  to  protect  herself.

The  human came  into  view  and  to  the  Warewolf’s  surprise  it  was a  young girl she  was also heavily  pregnant. Suddenly  her  softer side  kicked in and  she  sat  and  watched  as  the  young  woman  drank  from  the  water  and  rested  in  the sun  for  a while.   When rested  the  young  woman  moved on.

The  Warewolf  felt  her  baby  move,  not  long now she  thought anytime  within  the  next two  weeks. After  a  drink  she  was  about  to  settle  down  for a  rest  when  she  smelt  Vampire!  At that  very  moment  she  heard  the  young  girl  scream. Without  a  second  thought  she  was  bounding  out from under the  bridge , all her  senses  alive  and  every hackle on her  back  up,  toward  the  screams. Human or  no  that  particular  Vampire  was  not  going  to  feed  if  she  could  help it. Not  without a  fight.

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If  you  would  like  to  read  the  first  part  of  this  story it  is  here on #wrtephoto last  week Tryst

Thursday photo prompt – Time #writephoto

This  is  offering  for   Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto Time.it is a  re-gig  of  a  poem I  wrote in  2013.

 Rules  and Pingback here 

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TIME RUNS OUT

time

Clock face out of pace,

Time flies its a race.

Tick tock out of space

Turn and run fall from grace.

Time flies, crooks and spies .

Dead bodies fester maggots and blue flies.

Life comes life goes death travels on,

No one knows where he gone.

Tick tock ,plip plop dripping tap racing clock.

Watch your toes on the starting block.

Peddle peddle wheels go round

Changing gears drowns the sound

Of horses hoofs on the ground.

Big eyes tell lies,

Open mouths catch flies.

Time lives, life dies!

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