This week, Esther Chilton's challenge is to write a 48 word story using: Shovel, Moonwalk, Pineapple, Election, Flu, Magnet The election ballet with the name of the one and only Pineapple Moonwalk became the drawing magnet. Her promise of a shovel with a sieve attachment meant the constituents could finally sift through the oppositions lies. To show their true colours - skuzzy flu viruses fed by the corrupt. #AnnEdallRobson #FromWhereICome #imaginationoverdrive #48wordstory #photowritingprompt #writingprompt #CapturingMomentsOthersMayNeverGetToExperience #RuralLiving #WhoaBackUpStop #AnnEdallRobsonPhotography #annedallrobsonbooks #flashfiction #wordwritingprompt
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My want to be wrist deep in the dirt has once again been postponed by Old Man Winter. The cabin fever feeling dissipated in a flash. A prompt has arrived! Words flow onto the journal pages like a creek’s emerging rush in a spring thaw. The kick in the pants directed me into uncharted waters. The portal of words swirling through my brain chip, tumbling with a rocky torrent through the icy chute named Pen. The thaw worked a decade ago. Pushed me off the ice into the inspiring waters of flash fiction, and there’s been no looking back. Writing for me is a place I go for fun, solace, and letting my imagination ooze from my brain. Not everything I write is shared; however, it’s my outlet for ideas that could be included in a story. That could be a reminder to research something. That could be a place to cry my heart out. The bits and pieces of my words are kept in journals, on scraps of paper and bistro napkins. The need to record a thought for future use, or not. I was not always brave enough to share. I suppose I was called shy in my young years, or an introvert (big time) as I got older. Those who have known me a long time might argue otherwise about the introvert persona. Yet, the urge to share on a wider platform simmered on the back burner. I found as the years passed, it became easier to write about the topics I was passionate about - keeping the western heritage, lifestyle and traditions alive. Eventually, the verbal story telling about my passions flowed through my pen onto the pages and encouraged me to create stories. Being able to share my words in this way, I looked at it as being a gift in need of having the wrapper removed. Story telling is a sharing prompt of experiences. An inner mandate insists on releasing an interpretation of not only personal events, but stories I have heard. A way to record and pass history and traditions onto others. Those who are interested in listening and learning about a lifestyle that is fast disappearing. My passions include the morals, manners and common sense that go with them. Inspiration to write comes and goes and is often called writer’s block. I call it my brain telling me to take a break, do other things. Dwelling on the lack of words written is like wishing for the green shoots of spring to arrive only to have the ground they are grown in smothered by another round of snow. Like the snow melting away to the new beginnings of another season, the urge to write eventually returns. Touching us in a way that inspires us to dig past the first layer to find the budding shoots. The vines of rambling words will emerge again. #AnnEdallRobson #FromWhereICome #99WordStories #FlashFiction #happensinaflash #impactedforlife #ranchtradition #makingmemories #graveltravel #CapturingMomentsOthersMayNeverGetToExperience #TheOldWays #RuralLiving #WhoaBackUpStop #AnnEdallRobsonPhotography April 2, 2024, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that happens in a flash. A flash of inspiration? A flash flood? Who shows up in a flash? Who is impacted for a lifetime from a single flash incident? Go where the prompt leads!
Mac hadn’t been impressed with the greenhorn they’d hired, but had given the kid a chance. Talk around the breakfast table came to a halt when the kid said he had an AI Degree from the nearby Agricultural College. Mac told everyone to meet in the barn after breakfast and the kid could give them a lesson on AI. The others around the table stared. The greenhorn turned white. “My degree is in artificial intelligence.” “Flying saucers!” Boomed Mac as he left the room. The morning orders echoed from the hall. “Barn! Ten minutes! That includes you too, greenhorn!” 99 WORDS...AND A LITTLE BIT MOREIt seemed fitting to include some old characters in this week’s prompt that took me to almost 300 words by the time I finished the exercise. Paring it down to 99 words was a chore, but this is the result. When two different worlds collide, there is a possibility the words we hear do not mean the same, especially when acronyms are used. And even more so, when different generations have their own meaning of words, both correct, and both with the ability to get people’s danders up. Tell me one person who is from an era before the internet that doesn’t think of green men and spaceships when they hear those words, artificial Intelligence. Giving it the acronym AI only makes it worse, because probably many in this era immediately let their brain go to the veterinarian showing up with whatever he needed to artificially inseminate the cows. I am of the opinion that AI as in artificial insemination takes precedence to AI as in artificial intelligence. There will be those of you reading this who will disagree, and that is fine. Remember, everyone is permitted to have an opinion. I have taken liberties and call the new AI by my own description that I mostly mumble under my breath. Apparently, it’s not for public dissertations. I’ll leave it at that. How do I feel about its intrusion into my life? I am not going to trundle down a rabbit hole just because it’s trendy. You must remember I like to write my stories longhand first. Perhaps when I no longer have vision, or can’t clutch a pen, or use a keyboard, I can only hope that most of the bugs have been swatted away from this thing we call artificial intelligence and I will be able to use it as I choose. Do I use Artificial Intelligence in my writing? I have to say this: I do not use it to write my stories; however, to end with some humour, I need to reminisce back to the time I made the decision to turn on the autocorrect button in my writing program. In that regard, I have used AI for years. But, my imagination allows me to think I had a personal little minion snoozing in the backroom of the program waiting for me to spell something wrong. Unfortunately, they didn’t get much sleep due to my great ability to use Canadian spelling vs USA suggested that keeps popping up, among other things. While writing out the first draft of the Little Bit More portion of this post, they were on a coffee break, therefore no spell check or any other form of fixing was used. And, in case you find something that coulda/shoulda/woulda needed to be corrected, I am hoping you are pretending not to notice. After all, we are human, we make mistakes. The minions? Well, that’s another story for another time. AI is here to stay, and it’s been here for a long time already. How we use it is up each person to decide. #AnnEdallRobson #FromWhereICome #99WordStories #FlashFiction #AI #artificialinsemination #heifers #flyingsaucers #artificialintelligence #ranchtradition #makingmemories #graveltravel #CapturingMomentsOthersMayNeverGetToExperience #TheOldWays #RuralLiving #WhoaBackUpStop #AnnEdallRobsonPhotography February 27, 2024, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about artificial intelligence. Use any genre. What is unfolding or has the situation existed for a while? Who shows up, AI or a figure of imagination? Go where the prompt leads!
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