The Boathouse

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Louise, with the “The Storyteller’s Abode” has provided our prompt photo this week. Thank you Louise!

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Tuesday.

3. Please credit photo to photographer

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button). If you need link-up instructions, please email me at mepricelessjoy@gmail.com

8. Remember, half the fun is reading and commenting on each other’s stories.

The fog cleared.   The grey sky was slowly breaking.   The sea hadn’t calmed down yet.   The waves thrashed the small boat inside.   The body inside didn’t seem to notice.  A spirit stirred, a shadow danced along the door frame.

The October storm comes every year.  It builds from nothing.  The radar shows clouds growing.   The wind doesn’t have a source.   It swirls toward the sky.   The rain seems borne from it, not the sea or clouds.

Every year one victim lies on the water.   The end is always drowned out of the poor soul.   If they could only figure out how this one drowned inside the boat.  

The shadow fades, it’s journey finished until next year.

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Afternoon Video – Cats Vs. Flip Flops shared by N.A. Granger

There are some deeply distributed people out there. Graphic pictures of cats attacked by flip flops. I didn’t realize the extent of these events. 😉

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Noelle Granger spotted this and sent me the link.. If you are not already following Noelle and Sayling Away here is the link https://saylingaway.wordpress.com/ and you can find details for her books at http://www.amazon.com/N.A.-Granger/e/B00DN6I8GQ

Here is cats vs. flipflops

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The Left Click of Destruction

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Marie Gail Stratford

“There was a time when rivers ran free.  There were tall plants, we called trees.   The ground was brown and covered in solid patches of grass…” Grandpa Julius pauses, pulls off his fishing hat, adjusts in on his head. “You see at your age we had a wireless libraries.   Lights powered all night long.”

Abraham looks at him with big eyes of a six year old.

“One day, the President had this device called a mouse.  With one click, the war started.  No-one knows why it happened.  Some day maybe you’ll see a light, fake sun in your room” his voice falters.

Wordle #80, Entropy

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Wordle #80 “September 28, 2015”

1. Infection

2. Pastel

3. Cranberry

4. Bony

5. Atavistic (of, relating to, or characterized by atavism; reverting to orsuggesting the characteristics of a remote ancestor or primitive type.)

6. Figure

7. Exhale

8. Copse (a thicket of small trees or bushes; a small wood.)

9. Nebulous (hazy, vague, indistinct)

10. Menace

11. Door

12. Ichor (the fluid which flows like blood in the veins of the gods)

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

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Entropy stood at the door.  Infection borne in  a pastel cranberry exhaled nebulous. Its lone figure hidden beyond the corpse of Rose of Sharon.  Bony facial features atavistic, primitive glare.  Looking across the modern world its raised arms send from a menace of electricity.   Soon the people will descend into lovely chaos. The ichor runs quickly through him.  His pride shines as the world goes dark.

Where can I get a propane refrigerator? -Reblog

Really it’s a store of Amish and survival lifestyles.  But the candy and food are great!  The Mecca of non-electric things is in a tiny dot on the map of Ohio called Kidron.  It’s one of the greatest stores because of what they sell and we are fifty years too late to know about them.  Click the link below.  If you go stop at Der Dutchman, best home style Amish cooking the English (us, non Amish) can get.  It’s on US30 just north and to the West.  Or Smuckers has an “outlet”, stuff you cant get at your local grocery.

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Writing Challenge #126, “Collage 7”, Lydia

  

The Temple of Grimgar was covered in diamonds.  Sparkling wall rose thirty feet to a conical peek some seventy feet high.  The noon sun could blind you.  The heart would swell in the light.  Every fear, every bad memory disappeared in this light.  The shimmer of  surrender.  He body felt weak, like being lifted by straps taking her to the light. She wanted to savor the feeling.

As her turn in the light came and went, she found herself like many others clinging to the wall leaving.  In a rash moment, she used a car key.  Who would miss just one?  Her ill gotten gain was might by a strange man.  Embossed in the rainbow, he held up his hand and blew yellow dust over her. 

“The light will never find you.  So it is written!”

Lydia felt her heart explode.  The pain was as devasting as her life always felt.  The grenade of envy.

Grandview Point Grand Canyon

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The view from the trailhead.

The Grand Canyon offers many views.  Each and every stop on the south rim has a different feel.  Color and texture vary.  The sunlight plays with your eyes.  Stone really can’t change color.  Well, here it does.  Sometimes by the minute, sometimes by the hour.

The canyon offers few easy hikes.  The canyon isn’t easy on you.  The hike that I’ll describe will be three miles one way.  The trip is a very long dayhike, or a challenging backpacking trip.  Six miles in the canyon compares to 12 miles in the mountains of Texas, or 15 mikes in the Smokies. 

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Asters and other flowers hid along the trail

You confronted first with elevation. At elevation over 7000 feet, oxygen is not as plentiful as us low elevation dwellers are used to.  Your body can not be effecient if you don’t spend a couple days near this level.  Your muscles will thank you later.

The Grand Canyon is part of a desert climate.  Moisture will be robbed from the air you breath.  The sun offers all the heat you need, more often too much.  Hats are great idea.  You’ll need plenty of water even for a dayhike.  Temperatures will likely be ten to fifteen degrees warmer when you arrive on the Horseshoe Mesa. Plan on at least a liter for dayhike and three per person per day.  Seasonal water is available about 3/4 mile from your arrival upon the mesa.  That’s not an easy hike and you will need to treat the water.

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A wide view of the canyon

So why would anyone even come here?  In a park where you may need to take a shuttle to get from your car to your hotel, peace and quiet.  The feeling of solitude is here.  It’s not free, the next day your muscles will tell you the cost.  But the views are staggering.  Plants and animals are here.  Some seen, mostly unseen.

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Trees may give you some shade. But don't count on a lot of shade during afternoon.

The hike descends from the parking lot of Grandview Point.  The trail reaches back over one hundred years.  You will follow a mule trail that once lead to several mines of copper ores.  The upper reaches switchback.  The trail pinned together with wooden cribbing.  Logs made boxes that backfilled with rock and gravel to provide a trail wide and stable enough to provide a means to bring the copper to market. The steep trail takes twice the effort to come back out.  Fear of heights will keep some out.  Steepness also gives clear views. Trees may rise over seventy feet, but often their bases are not seen from the trail.  Limestone and sandstone blend in pale yellow to whote stone.  Details in the stone may contain fossils of shells and corals in places near top.  As you descend calcite mini geodes bedazzle the plain rock face.   Clear crystals form dime sized geodes with white bases. 

The first mile will skirt two ridges before crossing a saddle. The views of the intercanyon have brought more height to places in the distance, the light appears softer, color becomes more intense away from the strong daylight. The last of any people that have come out of curiosity have turned around.  Dayhikers are about an hour in the canyon, backpackers about 1 1/2 hours.

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The first saddle offers most wide open view inside the canyon.

Saddles are the term for the separation of river/creek drainage areas.  Here we have left the drainage of Grapevine Creek, and will enter Cottonwood Creek’s drainage.  The Grand Canyon is really hundreds of smaller ones.  Unseen water wears away at the sides.  Snow and ice split beads of sand and lime away during the winter.  Wind pick up fine particles sandblasting walls to help carve out the vision around you.

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Entering the cobblestones.

Below the saddle, man left another improvement to the trail in the form of cobblestones.  On the front of the cobblestones mules left strike marks.  The idea was prevent the trails from washing out.  Descending around corners, round drill holes show where dynamite was used to widen the path.  The first two cobblestone switchbacks also have blast pattern on the walls.  They will look like lines through broken glass, each pointing back toward the point wall and trail meet.

Footing can be slick here.  The trail is partially shaded.  The red walls below you grow.  Distance doesn’t change quickly.  Above you to the east is Sinking Ship Butte.  The features here reflect what was common to the people of the time.  The image of a steamship is alien to us. 

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Above the white ridge is the Sinking Ship Butte.

The trail lowers into parts of red rock.  The switchbacks lead to another saddle.  This one marked with a vast red valley.  Its color appears deeper, Hance Creek works in the shadows.  The nature AC effect is strong here.  A great rest stop. 

The next section of trail has been gully washed.  Meaning its lost a lot of flat places and has been narrowed to less than a foot in places.  Rock hopping is part and parcel of the climb down.  Drops are up to eighteen inches and come back to back quickly.  Dayhikers are here in two hours, backpackers are dragging themselves here in closer to four hours.

You are in a life zone.  Lizards rock hop with you.  Small birds fly around you.  Hawks call out.  Condors circle above you.  Plants and flowers appear in places where the sun filters through.  The barren landscape viewed from above isn’t barren at all.

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One of many lizards willing to share the trail with you.

The end of the ridge brings you past some old mines.  As the trail washes out coming down the hill, you will see warning signs for radiation.  This was the old path that went past Pete Barry’s Lost Chance Mine.  The white tailing pile still contain bits of copper ore.  The opposite side has mining equipment still in place.  Avoid going in the mine!  The mine has shafts.  There are no natural light siurces inside.  The illegal part may not stop you, but there’s safe caves upon the Mesa if you must go underground.

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Blues of Azurite and green of Malachite color the slope around the Last Chance Mine.

The intreped dayhiker is a little over three hours in. The backpacker maybe pushing five or more hours.  Down the hill on the Horseshorse Mesa are the cabin and some artifacts of the people who worked here. All historic pieces, let here by everyone to be seen by the next person.  Take only pictures.  The doorway makes great shot. Backpackers stay above three hundred feet to the East.  There’s a pit toilet even!.

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Pete Barry's cabin.

Campsites offer views and little else.  One has a “hiker’s tree”.  The place where you can air out clothes.  The views are 360 degrees.  Only the Mesa and shrubs interupt the landscape.

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One small tent lost in wilderness. Tree used to dry and air out clothes.

The fun part is over.  If you don’t stay the road back is four to five hours long.  The backpacker has six to seven hours left.

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The reward for the overnight trip. Colors only seen in morning. Stars lighting up the night.