Ready to bloom again? ~ #FlashFiction

Ready to Bloom Again? ~ #FlashFiction Fiction Inspired by The Rose Inside The Glass dome In Beauty And The Beast

Ready to bloom again?

Ready to Bloom Again? ~ #FlashFiction Fiction Inspired by The Rose Inside The Glass dome In Beauty And The Beast

It was a tale as old as time.  A tale that was stuck in a bubble of time.

Time was standing still but the rose petals fell.

Each time a petal fell, Belle got older and with each petal that fell, a bud appeared in its place, ready to bloom again.  And so it went on, this tale as old as time.

And did Belle retain her youthful looks and beauty, like all good fairytales should?

Well, yes and no.  Inside, she was ageing, like a withered rose.  Outside not a wrinkle appeared.

Eternal youth was not blooming all over this beauty.

But what would happen to the rose petals when the body gave up?  Would it continue to bloom?  Or would it recognise that beauty of knowing when to also give up and stand still in time?

Time would tell.

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By Carol Cameleon 2017 ©

Inspired by the rose inside the glass dome in Beauty and the Beast.

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A Comfortable Racket ~ #FlashFiction

‘A Comfortable Racket’ ~ Flash Fiction

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When the shutters opened again, they would provide comfort to the community.

Nobody needed that comfort more than Sonny.  He had come he from – well he wasn’t certain where he had come from.  But even this clinical, draughty, nuts-and-bolts, industrial shell of a corridor was luxury compared to that place.

Most of which he had pushed from his memory.

He had heard the unmistakable racket of the shutters going up and down oh, so many times.  They were part of his daily routine now.  Part of daily comfort.

But no one knew when the shutters would open again…

…which was not a very comforting thought.

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A Spectacle ~ #FlashFiction

‘A Spectacle’ ~ Flash Fiction

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He wasn’t sure what had brought him here.  In truth, he didn’t know where he was but looking at the window, he guessed it was an old converted church.

He hadn’t been to church for years.

Perhaps this was his calling?

Then, a distraction.

He could see a reflection in his glasses; they were lights that moved as he did and followed his every move.

Yet when he took his glasses off to see the source, the light was nowhere to be seen.

Was it a trick of the light or a trick of his mind?

A trick that resulted in him seeing things from a different point of view?

Ironic that taking his glasses off helped him to see more clearly.

He felt sure that he had lost his religion, as he moved to ascend the stairs.

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(This time anyway…)

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Square peg #FlashFiction

‘Square Peg’ ~ Flash Fiction

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The next clue was, “Take the key from ‘around’ the floor to be ‘this way up’ .”

“Unlock the round containers; next clue must be in the box on the windowsill,” the contestant thought out loud, head spinning, as he solved the clue.

You really had to think outside the box in this cryptic adventure…

but first you had to fit a square peg into a round hole…

The clock was ticking.

It was a lose-lose situation.

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“Platform to Another World” ~ Flash Fiction

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‘Platform to Another World’ ~ Flash fiction

Were it not for the tell-tale modern phone wire across the skyline, the wizard thought he could still be in his past life.

He gazed at one of the tools of his trade, namely the magician’s time-piece on the windowsill.

What of that time-piece?

A good friend had gifted it to him; a fellow wizard.  Oh, the wonderful journeys he had been on!

“So, where to next?” pondered Professor Severus Snape as he heard the familiar chug of the Hogwart’s Express in the distance…

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A little bit about this piece of flash fiction:

Inspired partly by my current read ‘The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August’; the theme (so far) being time-travel.

Partly by the intriguing ‘time-piece’ that I saw on the windowsill in the photo.

Partly by one of my favourite characters in ‘Harry Potter’

And of course partly by my imagination…

I wanted to get the theme of Platform 9 3/4 into the title by a clever play on words… 😉

I hope you enjoyed?

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

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Carol Cameleon

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Prose for Thought

Can you write ‘on the hop’?

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Do you need complete space, peace and quiet when you write?  Or can you write ‘on the hop’?

Me?  I find I do a bit of both.  I manage to have bite-size bits of conversations (usually with others but sometimes with myself!) while I’m jotting my notes and, so long as I edit, it seems to work okay.  This is probably because the foundations are there in the first place.

It’s the same when I’m brainstorming and an idea naturally develops into something bigger.  You know, like when you write a whole piece in one sitting and you hadn’t intended to?

I find that I can still multi-task.  In actual fact, I much prefer to multi-task because I find it helps the creative process.  It seems to spur me on, helps me to mull things over and gets me to the finished piece.

So, to go back to the question at the beginning, how about you? Do you need complete space, peace and quiet when you write?  Or can you write on the hop?

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The Bonfire Night Party Alibi

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The haze of bonfire night smoke lingered long after the final sparkler had died out and gone cold on the ground.  The smell of the smoke lingered longer.  Anyone wanting an alibi that night could comfortably say they had been to the bonfire party. All they had to do was show their face and claim they had been there all night.  No one would be any the wiser amid the crowd of faces milling about.
Or would they?
The murderer was something of a rookie.  They had wanted a quick death; the less blood and gore the better.  Even better if there were no blood-curdling screams.  Although the fireworks would drown that out, they would have to time it well.  In light of that, a ‘clean’ method had been chosen.   The glass of mulled wine that had been laced with poison had been thoroughly enj

oyed by the clueless victim.  And it hadn’t taken long to work either.  Our murderer hadn’t reckoned on it being sofast-working.

Now all that remained was for the murderer to dispose of the victim on the burning bonfire.  The embers would be glowing long into the night and the following day.
But would the smoke screen last that long?

 

Without books, where would we be?

 

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Simply ‘books’

Books come in all shapes and sizes,

Different genres and many guises;

In paperback they can be found,

And in hardback, perfectly bound.

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Or how about the ebook era

In black and white on a ‘reader’?

Some don’t like them, some folk do;

I’m quite partial and have written a few…

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However you prefer to read,

Books spread knowledge, help us succeed;

Help us relax, de-stress the mind,

Help us escape and unwind.

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Reading is the perfect pastime,

From true romance to a gritty crime;

Without books where would we be?

Let’s grab a book and cup of tea!

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By Carol Cameleon

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Prose for Thought

So, what is thunder?

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So, what is thunder?

It’s something to ponder
To muse and wonder
Crash, bang, wallop
What is thunder?
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Is it my banging head?
Time to sleep it off, get me to bed
Like the shrill of a pneumatic drill…
What is thunder?
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Is it my heart?
Why did we part?
Laying so heavy
What is thunder?
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Is it my tummy
Needing something yummy?
Time for a snack
What is thunder?
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Or is it nature’s new dawn
Brewing up a storm?
Invigorating, refreshing
That is thunder…
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By Carol Cameleon

“He had started off with good intentions…” ~ Flash Fiction

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He had started off with good intentions.  But the world had changed and so had the company; into a big, money-greedy corporate.

No matter.  The time had come anyway.  He had made his choice to retire.  And there he was, a figure in his likeness, on top of his retirement cake.  Complete with the old tools of the trade.  No machinery.  The nuts and icing sugar looked authentic, just like the layers of salt plains he had worked on but he would still leave with a bitter taste in his mouth…

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receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

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Carol Cameleon