Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Wild Horse #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Ian Kelly

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Shadow the horse was spirited and wild; the same could be said of her mistress Evelyn. Although Evelyn’s parents tried to tie her down to a man of prosperity and ‘good breeding‘ at twenty-one, she had refused their efforts. More than a decade later she was a renowned Dermotologist and still fiercely independent. 

Evelyn had expected to be alone with her thoughts riding Shadow in the morning. Then, Ryder had appeared on his chestnut horse. He was the neighbour’s son who had left home at twenty-two to become a successful artist. He was as attractive as ever. 

He cut Evelyn off with his horse, so she was forced to ride Shadow in the ocean surf. Ryder tipped his riding hat to her, his brown-eyes glimmering at Evelyn with challenge. 

She had never been a woman to back down, so she raced Ryder back to the stables on his property and won. Ryder had grinned at her with charm and Evelyn for once, allowed herself to be affected. She remained with Ryder long into the following day. 

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“Back In The Saddle” – Matraca Berg

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poetry – Petrarchen  Sonnet – “The Game I Played” #poetry #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Yinglan

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In Junior high, soccer we used to play. 

Up, down; between goal posts on soccer field,

Learning through error, our feet ball to wield. 

With studies done, we played the entire day.

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Our teacher was a pro; swore whole life he played —

Soccer until he was bored at twenty-two.

Taught us, throwing the ball into play through —

Kicking it in when it was offside of play.

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Years ago, I gave mean slide tackle away.

I was great at defence; not running entire —

Field; many falls on grass caused allergies ire.

Miss many days spent, stealing the ball rolling, 

Passing it off to a team mate scoring goals.

Game I won’t watch; to play again, desiring.

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Echoes of My Neighbourhood: Selfies As Life Passes.


Thanks to Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for hosting Echoes of My Neighbourhood.

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 Someday, I will take pictures of my neighbourhood as I walk. It is not the prettiest right now. It has been a light winter in Alberta. There has been little snow and cold days. In fact, a day or two ago it was twelve degrees Celsius, that’s nearly shorts weather up in Canada lol. But, on my walks I keep forgetting to take pictures, even though there is no snow, and their is a bunch of litter about, as you see with spring temperatures.

For now, I’ll take you through “selfie” moments in life:

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My Sixth Birthday
 
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A Warm Summer Riding My Bike
 
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A Bit of a Jump to When I Was Thirteen.
 
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Teaching Vacation Bible School with my Friend, at Fifteen
 
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High School Graduation, shy of Eighteen.
 
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At the San Diego Zoo, soon after Graduation.
 
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At my Brother’s Graduation at about Twenty-One-Years-Old
 
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Out for Some Drinks, maybe. Twenty-Two-Years–Old.
 
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At Las Vegas – twenty-five-years-old
 
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Outdoor Photo in. the Rivervalley. at Twenty-Eight- Years -Old.

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Summer 2015, Thirty-Years-Old
 
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Recent Selfie, Thirty-One is four months away.
 
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