“The Dream Rock” – Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction

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March 22, 2018, Carrot Ranch Literary Community prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the theme “follow your dreams.” Bonus points for throwing a badge into the tale. Go where the prompt leads.

  • Respond by March 27, 2018, by leaving a link, pingback or story in the comments.
  • If you want your story published in the weekly collection, also post it at Carrot Ranch on Facebook in the post newsfeed (this is the second posting of your story).
  • Follow the style of the flash fiction that follows.
  • Leave a short link on FB with your story if you want one included in the title.
  • Rules are here.

 

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Abby followed her dream to the edge of a field filled with thorny weeds that twisted like ivy. Dead animals lay scattered, their bloated carcasses rotting beneath the blistering sun. An apocalyptic scent of death hung in the air. A boulder filled with glittery quartz striations moved closer.

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“This is our world without the bees,” said the rock. “The effects of climate change ravage the earth, disrupting the growth patterns. Animals die because their forage can’t mature without pollination.”

Abby swallowed the hard knot of truth. “What can I do?”

“You must save the bees.”

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Image Credit: “Mural Artivist Paints London In Bees To Save Them – 16 Photos”

This has been a sneak peek into “The Meadow Fairy,” book II in my YA paranormal fantasy series, The Heart Stone Chronicles. 16-year-old Abby Forester accepts her legacy to her mother and the fairy nymphs by attempting to find a cure to stop the bees from dying. Can she do it? Stay tuned…

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My dream boulder inspiration

Like Charli Mills, I LOVE rocks and yes, they do talk to my characters. I was so excited to figure out a talking dream rock sequence which was the perfect opportunity to earn my first Carrot Ranch Rocks badge.

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“Only in My Dreams” – A Haibun/Senryu

 

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December 14, 2017, Carrotranch.com prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “only in…” It can be used to tell a story about a profession, a place or situation. Go were the prompt leads you.

Respond by December 19, 2017, to be included in the compilation (published December 20). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

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The meadow fairy hovered above me. Her wings, transparent, barely discernable in the evening light beat the air in a slow rhythm. Her body was long and lean, like the tall grasses she hid in. Her blue eyes captured my attention. In an instant, I knew she was a Meliae fairy nymph because each of the seven nymph clans was represented by a color of the rainbow which manifested in the pigmentation of their eyes. I found myself transfixed and the glamours held me spellbound.

Whispers of my fate –
only in my wildest dreams,
how will I proceed?

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

Happy Christmas, Yule, Hanukkah, and Kwanza. May the spirit of the season fill your heart with joy.

The Call to Adventure

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The Carrot Ranch Literary Community November 16, 2017, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) use the word mesh in a story. Mesh is both an object and a verb, which you can freely explore. You can play with its sound, too. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by November 21, 2017, to be included in the compilation (published November 22). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

Here’s another sneak peek at my new novel, The Heart Stone Chronicles: The Meadow Fairy:

Abby sat up in bed. There it was again. A strange buzzing sound echoed through the room. The ability to understand the languages of all creatures had also given her excellent hearing. She could hear a pin drop a mile away. Today, this sound shouted for her attention.

Abby shivered. The sound continued. Curious, she crept toward the window. Drawing the blinds, she gasped in surprise. It was a bee, crawling on the mesh screen stuck between the glass window.

“Save us,” it hummed.

That would prove to be a tall order for a girl with a bee allergy.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

I’m forging ahead on my NaNoWritMo novel writing. I’ve slowed down, but I’m still moving forward. I have 32,072 words total. That means only 17,928 to go to reach 50,000!

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The Notice

November 2, 2017, Carrot Ranch prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story of a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story. Respond by November 7, 2017, to be included in the compilation (published November 8). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

The Carrot Ranch weekly challenges are the perfect vehicle for me to try out mini-scenes for my book. I promised sneaks peeks into The Meadow Fairy, book 2 in The Heart Stone Chronicles and here is a 99-word tidbit. This is an introduction to my villain, Zane Holloway.


Zane leaned back in his chair. He popped a handful of sunflower seeds into one side of his mouth while spitting out the shells with the other. Zane had much to mull over, and the porch offered no judgments.

The government warning said using Neonicotinoids in the seed treatments for the wheat crop was the reason the bees were dying. It was nonsense, and it rankled against his understanding of how insecticides worked.

He was a farmer, and the Feds didn’t know how to grow wheat. He ripped up the notice and let the scraps blow in the wind.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

Onward and Upward – NaNoWritMO!

NaNoWritMo – The Heart Stone Chronicles – The Meadow Fairy, Book 2

This is the cover of The Meadow Fairy for NaNoWritMo – the actual cover will be revealed later. I’ve put Abby Forester right in the middle of paranormal activity in Colorado Springs, CO!

Today’s the day! NaNoWritMo has begun. I’m taking the entire month to work on The Meadow Fairy. I’ve had new revelations and will rework the story in a compelling new direction… so stay tuned.

In order to win NaNoWritMo, you must write 50,000 words in November. This comes to about 1,667 words a day for 30 days. I tend to fluctuate my words so I feel like I can do this.

Remember: Colleen’s poetry challenge will continue – check this post for the prompt words for November. AND, don’t forget you can’t use the prompt words! You must use synonyms! Have fun and good luck. I’ll check the post each evening and continue to tweet and comment on your poetry. ❤

I intend to check in each week and give an update on my progress and share some fun tidbits along the way. All comments will be answered in the evenings.

Thanks for your support. ❤ It means the world to me.


Fairy blessings to you all! ❤

“Acceptance,” A Haibun

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Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of “gift and song.”

I closed my eyes when I felt the energy from the collective enter my soul. Like a surge of electrical impulses, the song of a thousand melodies echoed like waves in the atmosphere around me. I held out my hands ready to receive the vibrations.

“I see you.” The words empathically spoken filled me with joy. I had been recognized and accepted by the realm of the Meliae Nymphs. It felt good to be home once again.

The songs of the nymphs –

in tune with the collective,

a gift from the gods.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro


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“Finding the Heart Stone,” A Haibun

Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of “stone and turn.” The words were perfect for me this week.

Journey with me into the magic of the horizontal realm from The Heart Stone Chronicles – The Meadow Fairy, to be published in the spring of 2018.


I stood at the muddy edge of the barren field gazing at the leafless tree located near its center. Before me stood a massive cottonwood tree bursting with hefty trunks growing in different directions battered by the howling prairie winds. At the top, the branches grew into a tangle as if the wind had forced the limbs to grow into a muddled canopy sheltering that which remained buried below.

I stepped forward, and my feet seemed to move of their own accord. I plowed my way through the half frozen puddles that remained from the last snow, dirty slush squishing beneath my boots. Somehow I knew it was imperative that I reach the tree.

A desire so great
seethed deep within me – coaxing,
a provocation.
Always there calling my name
whispering songs from the nymphs.

As I grew closer, I noticed an icy crust of snow which swirled around the base of the enormous tree trunks like a woolen scarf wrapped around a chilly neck. Half buried, and partly exposed, I discovered the heart-shaped green calcite fairy stone. The snow had melted exposing the rough hewn upper portion, and rivulets of water formed a streamlet around the base of the rock like a moat rimming a castle fortress.

My own calcite pendant inherited from the calcite stone of my ancestor’s pulses and reflects the colors of the rainbow in the pools of melted snow around me. The heart responds to the heart, and the fairy Rath lifts.

I turn when I feel my eyes drawn to the tangled branches above. My hand covers my mouth in surprise as I watch the golden bee hive appear. It hangs, suspended in a timeless and hazy dimension filled with the ancient gifts from the gods. Gilded honey drips and the bees fall to the ground.

My quest has begun –
the sacred heart stone revealed,
the answers I seek.
Yet questions turn in my head.
What is slaughtering the bees?

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

This tiny heart stone is what prompted the name of my YA paranormal/fantasy, The Heart Stone Chronicles. Book One, The Swamp Fairy is available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

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“Doubts,” A #Haibun

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Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka or Haibun using the prompt words of “heat and confuse.”

Instead of the word heat, I used zeal. For the word, confuse, I decided to use, blurring. Synonyms are your friends when writing poetry. Don’t be afraid to use thesaurus.com to find new meanings to the prompt words.

The heat shimmers in ripples above the daisies bowing their heads in respect to the glory of the afternoon sun. I pause in my trek, overwhelmed with the splendor of the scene. I turn my head and listen to bees droning as if performing a sacred rite during their pollen spreading journeys as they flit from blossom to blossom. The heady scent of the undulating grasses fills me with a giddy joy. I smile and reach my hands toward the sky, thankful for the warmth of the sun upon my face. Without warning, the memories of a different time and place flood my senses, catching me off guard. Doubt shadows my thoughts.

My turmoil grows –
blurring my zeal for the truth
l am lost, not found.
I long to live in the light
to find my true destiny.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro


Thanks for stopping by. See you next week. 

Spice – The Tiny Dog Who Stole Our Hearts

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It is with sad and heavy hearts Ron, and I must share that our beloved Spice left this world Wednesday night. Spice was Ron’s dog mainly, and along with her sister, Sugar, nursed Ron through bladder and prostate cancer. She was loyal and loving and will live in our hearts forever. Our lives were better because of her sweet soul. 

When Ron found her in her crate that morning, her tag had become lodged in the metal grate of the door. It appeared she couldn’t get it loose. She was diagnosed with a collapsed trachea many years ago and at 13 ½ years old, she had been having more problems. In dog years she was 91, spunky, yet frail. I can only hope and pray that her passing did not allow her to suffer.

Both dogs had been crate-trained for ‘sleeping only’ since they were born in Montana. For such an odd thing to occur breaks our hearts. Her sister, Sugar is lost without her. The dogs had only been separated twice for overnight stays at the vet. Sugar suffers from diabetes and is frail too. The first thing I did was take Sugar’s collar and tag off.


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Our pain is inconsolable. We got these two magnificent girls in 2004 when they were 4 months old. Spice was the runt of the litter, and sugar was a roly-poly fluff ball. My husband had only months before undergone radical surgery for bladder and prostate cancer. He spent the days alone while I worked many long hours as a bookkeeper/estate paralegal. I knew the two dogs would require him to get up out of his chair and give him something to care for. It worked. The life came back into his eyes, and he was ready to experience life again.

How do you thank two little souls for giving you the most precious things in life: loyalty, unconditional love, and kindness? From the day we got them in May 2004, they have filled our lives with joy.


Sugar, Ron, and Spice, Florida 2015

I have struggled with the writing of The Meadow Fairy and wasn’t sure why. I am an empathic writer, and there has been so much unrest in the world. These things affect me deeply. It seemed that certain things had to happen in the universe and in my life in order for me to add them into Abby’s new story. I don’t question how or why this happens any longer. I just wait, and then, I write.

Yesterday, I knew that the only way I could pay tribute to our beloved girls was to write them into the story so they could remain immortal on paper. In this way, their personalities will shine and spread love and joy to others.

Spice’s ashes will come back to us so that we still have a bit of her with us. Her spirit has joined the collective, and I know we will see her again, in another place, and time.

Love,

Ron and Colleen


Today is the LAST DAY to Experience the Magic!

Happy FAIRY DAY!

Thank you for supporting me by downloading The Heart Stone Chronicles: The Swamp Fairy. So far, there have been 63 free downloads! I am speechless!

I am working hard on the second book in the series, called The Meadow Fairy. Here is a bit of the magic you will find:

Fourteen-year-old Abigale Forester journeys from Blackberry Ridge, Florida to Bent Grass, Colorado when her Aunt Magnolia accepts a job as a researcher working for an author who specializes in writing about myths and paranormal activity.

Abby, along with her deceased mother’s most sacred possession, a calcite pendant, continues her legacy as a Fairy Whisperer to the primordial fairy nymphs who inhabit unique places scattered about the world.

In Colorado, Abby meets two young friends, Crosby and Landon Miller, who along with their family are beekeepers on a small farm under the shadow of Pike’s Peak. Abby is summoned by a primeval nymph who asks her to resolve the secret of why the bee population is disappearing from the prairie meadows.

With the help of Nate Bannock, a Native American Ute rancher, and his adopted daughter, Arianna Tovar, Abby learns the astonishing truths behind the decimation of the bee population.

Does Abby have what it takes to save the bees and the Meliae Meadow Nymphs before it is too late?

Thanks again! Happy Fairy Day! ❤ ❤ ❤