So far so good, I've stuck to my challenges for a week and I'm quite enjoying the results. I wasn't intending to post any of them, as because as they are quick challenges the results are not very polished, but seeing as it's National Poetry Day I thought I might just share my '100 word flash fiction (to be recorded)' that turned out to read more like a poem...
'On one, stacked black morning, whilst walking Jack-attack,
I came across a shambled shack, deep down in cackling wood.
The Trees were dense down, in the dark and mossy oaked corner,
Above the door was a crooked name and a crow cawked on the roof.
I swear I saw the shadow of a hand, on the window sill,
I backed away into the black stacked morning.
Tip toed away to safety, with Jack-attack,
Packed next to me.'
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