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April 6: Flash Fiction Challenge

Our blast off from Mars was a bust. We did progress, successfully hitching our trailer to our truck, hoping never do they part. Logistically, living in a home on wheels is complicated. Our RV is licensed in Utah, but insured in Washington (state) where the Hub’s primary VA care is located right next door to Idaho where our household belongings are stored. That’s also where our car is registered, but our new truck is temporarily tagged in Kansas. Before we had lift off, I purchased a mail forwarding service. Our mailing address is Florida. We hope to arrive in Michigan by May, via Kansas, Minnesota and Wisconsin.

Don’t get lost yet, we still have the southwest to traverse. The ranch truck has some dance moves known on the disco highways as the Dodge Death Wobble. It’s not actually deadly; it merely feels that way when the vibration strikes. Pulling a 16 ton RV, we want more waltzing and less jitterbugging. Thus we decided to avoid the high mountain passes of Interstate 70. We headed south, forgetting the North Rim of the Grand Canyon is over 8,000 feet in elevation. We wound up, then down and followed the edge of the colorful Vermilion Cliffs on the other side.

I wondered if this was the beginning of the Grand Canyon, but when we arrived at Lees Ferry and crossed the Colorado River, it was already in a deep gorge. I glanced once, feeling slightly dizzy, and remembered that water formed the Grand Canyon. Think down as deep as mountains rise up. The truck and trailer honeymooned well, sticking together through the ups and downs. I wanted to stop at a cute desert town in northern Arizona, but the Hub was feeling the call of the road. That was before the North Rim. Along the Vermilion Cliffs, we saw plenty of pullouts on BLM public lands. By the time it was dusk, the Hub checked the running lights of the trailer and none turned on.

We couldn’t stop, because we were, by then, on the Navajo Reservation. We had no choice but to drive through and I kept the car close to the rear of the trailer to keep it illuminated. Each town on the map where we hoped to rest turned out to be tiny outposts of the reservation. We found a gas station and kept driving. It was pitch black, the kind of dark you’d never see a black Angus steer on the road. Thankfully, the Navajo raise sheep. Then the road began to buckle in what’s known as frost heaves. The Dodge never did its dance, but I felt we were free-styling across the plateau, and I wanted off the dance floor. I couldn’t even call the Hub on my cell phone because we had no service.

29 miles from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, the trailer belched black smoke, smelling of smoldering rubber. I flashed my blinkers and lights, trying to catch the Hub’s eye. He pulled over in an abandoned motel parking lot of red gravel where several semis were parked. I told the Hub about the smoke and he didn’t think it was the trailer but rather something “back there.” Wishful thinking. We are not so lucky as to bypass someone else’s smoldering rubber. While he walked the dog around the lot I shined my light on the tires. I found two oddly together; an unwelcome union.

With so many places to represent, we are not off to a stellar starship start.

The steel frame beneath the trailer busted. Day One, and we are broke down on the rez. Day Two dawned after a fitful night in our cramped trailer (no electricity to expand the slides). My office exploded. Never again will I think a printer “heavy enough” to stay in place and now I understand why the cupboards all have big latches — except my office cupboards. It’s a minor miracle the shelves and books inside didn’t smash the pretty etched glass or that the printer which went airborne at one point, didn’t bust like the frame. Books littered the couch and floor between the desk and couch. The sight demoralized me. With the dog tucked between us, we retreated to our bed.

Day Two dawned crisp and sunny on Naabeeho Binahasdzo, the 27,000 acre Navajo Reservation of the Colorado Plateau, bringing with it the the hope of a new day. Volcanic activity is recent here, surviving the oral history of the Navajo and Apache, who both came here around 1350. They parted ways as sub-groups, one raising desert sheep, the others developing one of the most impressive warrior tribes of North America. While the Navajo were more peaceful, they were warriors, too and once harassed the Mormon pioneers back on Mars (southern Utah). Both tribes preceded the Pueblo culture who dwelled in apartment-like structures on the cliff faces of the southwest, including the Grand Canyon, and Zion. The Navajo refer to themselves as the Dine — the People.

Among the Dine, we’ve enjoyed pinto beans, stew and fry bread. Fry bread is the ambrosia of this culture and how you eat the lamb stew, beans or thinly sliced grilled meat. Yet, I’m stuck at Burger King because it’s the only place with internet. The Hub has worked most of the day on the trailer, trying to lower the axle so we can limp it into Flagstaff, the nearest city with services. A few truckers have stopped to advise him, and one gave him the name of a welder. Our nephew in Kansas advised us on the type of weld it needs to be. And Good Sam is as worthless as the insurance they sold us. We specifically purchased through them to be protected in a situation like this. Not so.

I’ll spare you all a sermon on the ills of American insurance, health, RV or otherwise. Suffice to say the Hub has to fix it himself. Another trucker got him in touch with a place that rents welders, hat and gloves. The Hub is not a happy camper. The poor dog is a nervous wreck. She doesn’t understand why the trailer “shrunk” and it scares her. I’ve found my happy place at Burger King. It’s in a beautiful, though small, tourist complex with a Navajo timeline on the floor and beautiful jewelry and art. The Dine are among the most talented weavers, potters and silversmiths in the world.

According to their culture, the Dine have several creation myths — the World of Darkness, the World of Blue and the World of Yellow. Various stories involved First Man and First Woman, animals, insects, gods and the trickster Coyote. They boldly embrace their mythology and state, “Contrary to our creation stories, scholars believe…” This idea is the one I’ve explored between my characters Dr. Danni Gordon and Michael Robineaux. She’s a historical archaeologist and he’s a member of the Kootenai Tribe. It’s the tension between science and cultural interpretations.

If I had to be broke down somewhere, at least it’s someplace interesting. We hope to fix the trailer tomorrow and continue.

April 6, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a creation myth. You can write your own, use one in a story or create tension (or comparability) between science and culture on the topic of creation. Go where the prompt leads leads.

Respond by April 11,2017 to be included in the compilation (published April 12). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

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Where Fact Meets Fiction (from Miracle of Ducks) by Charli Mills

With Bubbie at her side, Danni addressed the children. “The Kootenai tribe left evidence of living in this watershed for …”

Hands shot up. “What’s a watershed?” one boy asked.

“Well, that’s the area…”

“Our history is sacred.” Michael spoke from behind the children, walking up the fort path.

“It’s in the dirt, Michael.” Danni was nervous enough without Michael interfering.

“Nupika created animals and spirits. Man Spirit followed the river to be transformed.”

Danni noticed the children were more transfixed by Michael’s tale of transformation than her facts. She began to think of a way to blend them.

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  1. D. Avery @shiftnshake says:
    April 7, 2017 at 3:06 am

    Well. I do not have an idea about this prompt yet, but the lead up… thank you for giving so much, even in your circumstances. You continue to write so many more than 99 words; to like other’s efforts and to respond via the digital avenues. All while trying to keep umpteen wheels on the road. While I do not envy you, I certainly do not pity you, as I somewhat envy you. Yes, you broke down, but you are on the road. And what a place. Congratulations and good luck.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 8, 2017 at 3:49 am

      Thank you for finding Carrot Ranch to be the welcoming place I hope it to be for writers. I once led a marketing workshop for a conference with the theme, “Do What You Love, Love What You Do.” I love the literary arts, artistry with words, explorations of humanity and searching history for untold stories of unlikely characters. To have you and all the other writers who join in each week to jam with 99 words, is doing what I love. Reading the diversity of responses here let’s me connect with others who love what they are doing with writing. That’s what makes this satisfying. I’m relieved to have found ways to connect even with unexpected road delays. I’m completely having fun with the idea that I’m living on the Rez right now! We were able to rent a welder in Flagstaff and the Hub fixed the beam. We hit the road (softy, I hope) in the morning with all wheels (12 between the dually truck, car and trailer).

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  2. elliotttlyngreen says:
    April 7, 2017 at 3:16 am

    What an adventure!!! And May can be beautiful in SE michigan. Idk there is anything round here quite as intriguing as your terracing from Mars, through these various stretched visions lighted by the moons of Saturn, or the indigenous folks developing as simultaneous and as significant as the story…. but if ur in ma area, this may, do say hello!! =] wishful thinking

    So much has been going on, it feels good to have inentions to return to the ranch, and hopefully i can work in some consistent flashes. The practicing really does help crafting and creativity. Things have settled back to some normalcy for me. So… oh, And last night i read Ginsburgs’ Howl …. I must experience. And i must write. Thanks Charli

    Rain Ruinates, and Still Remembering
    by Elliott Lyngreen

    Underneath the screaming sirens uselessly parting traffic; where I lost my fingernails turning your letters into a digital poem; my stomach winces.

    Thoughts spiderweb the windshield and drip rose petals scattered along the dash.

    Stuck: fenders, fire crashes, belts, and pulleys – through the sidewall. Bent abysmal in the worst extending.

    Summer’s crawling from across black sky. Thunder holds itself upon darkness. I slump in frozen, lucid wonder, as rain spins above me.

    And rolling (now dizzying) path reflects straight down the rearviewmirror as if remembering the carved or parted way rain on a dust particle started this whole infinity.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 8, 2017 at 4:08 am

      I think SE Michigan holds plenty of beauty. I wandered around this abandoned motel complex on the Rez as the Hub welded today and what looks like trash is “rose petals scattered along the dash.” Someone painted an old water tower with LOVE LIFE, showing sheep and water as central to the Navajo experience, all set upon the back of an insect. It reminds me of your last line, “…rain on a dust particle started this whole infinity.” Life feels that way, a bit unspun, yet there is a pattern, a purpose and art finds the way. Howl is a poem I need to revisit with it’s push back against conformity with insanity and artistry. So good to hear you are regaining some normalacy and to see your writing! Who knows — I’ll keep you posted on where the road leads. We’ll be in Houghton, for sure if you want to visit the UP and meet over a pasty. 🙂

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      • elliotttlyngreen says:
        April 8, 2017 at 12:30 pm

        Road trip!!!! Lol I have never been to th UP. Imagine that. Always wanted to. Its just wild that your journey lands u in my regions of this place. Well close…. you never know… might have to get you cheering Go Blue!! And wearing block M’s on everything.

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      • Charli Mills says:
        April 12, 2017 at 10:53 pm

        I just might cheer Go Blue! Alas, can you believe it? We broke down again! So I’m eve further south when it’s north we’re headed. But Navajo fires are burning tonight and Zuni artists are giving me ideas. I will be north in your UP eventually and you’ll have to take that road trip. Maybe I can get us a ride on MI Tech’s lab ship if we come up with a flash science spoken word session!

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    • Norah says:
      April 11, 2017 at 7:44 am

      I always enjoy the poetry of your words and the way you align what doesn’t seem aligned. You have used so many vivid images, too many to quote, but really love this: Summer’s crawling from across black sky. Your final phrase is great too. Much to ponder.

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      • elliotttlyngreen says:
        April 11, 2017 at 11:10 am

        That is much appreciated response. i always aim for things that are coming together, but as Im still finding what details are mine, comments that are always uplifting are always welcome. Thank you so much Norah.

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  3. ladyleemanila says:
    April 7, 2017 at 4:24 am

    Reblogged this on ladyleemanila and commented:
    Charli’s challenge 🙂

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  4. The Conversation – Reena Saxena says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:11 am

    […] April 6: Flash Fiction Challenge […]

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  5. Reena Saxena says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:12 am

    https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/04/07/the-conversation/

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  6. robbiesinspiration says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:45 am

    This was a lovely read, Charli. I admire you and The Hub’s adventurous spirits. My husband’s idea of camping is a 5-star hotel. Shared your challenge on twitter.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 8, 2017 at 4:24 am

      Thanks, Robbie! I think I’m more adventurous than the Hub, but then again, I’m not the one having to fix the break downs. For future reference, there are some 5-star lodging facilities near Zion National Park and you could have a wonderful stay and adventure. 🙂 I appreciate the Twitter share, too!

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    • Norah says:
      April 11, 2017 at 7:46 am

      I’m with the Hub on the 5-star. Though even 4.5 stars will do!

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  7. 99 word prompt | Two on a Rant says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:48 am

    […] 6, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a creation myth. You can write your own, use one in a […]

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  8. floridaborne says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:49 am

    Feeling a bit zany today:

    https://rantingalong.wordpress.com/2017/04/07/99-word-prompt-3/

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  9. floridaborne says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:53 am

    Those are the kinds of adventures that no one wants to endure. Truckers can be so helpful. Please let us know how the welding turns out and if you made it safely to Kansas.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 8, 2017 at 4:29 am

      Truckers led us the right way and we got the welder in Flagstaff, drove 80 miles round trip only to realize we forgot to pick up a welding helmet. We drove around the reservation and the first person we asked, drove us to a neighbor’s garage and he loaned us a helmet. It’s all fixed, welder and helmet returned to their proper places and we are going to see the Grand Canyon in the morning. Then it’s to Kansas.

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  10. April 6: Flash Fiction Challenge – Pumpkin Seeds | Morpethroad says:
    April 7, 2017 at 6:51 am

    […] Written for” https://carrotranch.com/2017/04/07/april-6-flash-fiction-challenge-2/ […]

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  11. Michael says:
    April 7, 2017 at 6:52 am

    This was an interesting challenge Charli

    https://summerstommy.com/2017/04/07/april-6-flash-fiction-challenge-pumpkin-seeds/

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  12. Liz Husebye Hartmann says:
    April 7, 2017 at 2:47 pm

    Oh dear, I think I already used up my creation myth two weeks ago! OK, time to push the boundaries even further back… 😉

    So sorry for your transportation problems–sounds harrowing! But your spot on the rez seems to have brought out less Coyote and more…I don’t know any Dine mythology…generous spirits. Sending good thoughts from my Northern lands!

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  13. Joe Owens says:
    April 7, 2017 at 3:18 pm

    I think I will sit this one out Charli. I am a Christian with a firm belief about Creation and there is no mythology for me. See you next week.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 8, 2017 at 4:43 am

      I was thinking of that, Joe, when I read the Navajo creation stories. I went to school at NAU back ages ago and took Navajo language. I was the only non-native in the class and learned much about traditional views. They do not refer to their creation as mythology either. I guess that’s why I was intrigued by the juxtaposition of who is calling what “myth.” I have a great respect for those who stand firm in their convictions. See you next week!

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  14. julespaige says:
    April 7, 2017 at 4:03 pm

    OK, Hello everyone – I’ve been a tad slow recovering from sore muscles and a very short trip out of state. I really hope to catch up with visits as soon as I can… At least today I can bend my leg enough to put socks and shoes on without holding my breath and wincing.

    Charli you have reminded me of a mystery series (I’ve read some but not all of): http://www.dancingbadger.com/tony_hillerman.htm – his books were about Navajo Tribal Police.

    I’ll hopefully be back soon with a tale. I just wanted you all to know I’m home and fairing much better. Thanks for your visits. ~Jules

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  15. denmaniacs4 says:
    April 7, 2017 at 5:29 pm

    Occasionally, while wandering around in my head, I trip and stumble. Often I find myself going into places I have no right to visit. But what’s a writer to do, Charli? Writers should never mind their manners. Totally happily, sadly revelled in your post this week. I am humbled by your skills.

    A Transfer of Power

    God-Like-Critter: It’s on your head now, writer. Go for it.

    Flash: ME! Why me?

    GLC: Because I SEE inside that fomenting cranium of yours. You writers are constantly reinventing the world. Demented, pretentious beings the lot of you. Never satisfied with what is. Always fabricating some fanciful imagining.

    Flash: I admit we are stringers of words. But we don’t want to be all-powerful. That’s your job.

    GLC: Not any more. You’ve worn me down. Hell, some of you even DENY me.

    Flash: Evolution does make sense, doncha think?

    GLC: No comment.

    Flash: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

    http://www.engleson.ca

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  16. pensitivity101 says:
    April 7, 2017 at 9:52 pm

    https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2017/04/07/april-6-flash-fiction-challenge-myth/
    Hope this is OK Charli.

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  17. Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
    April 9, 2017 at 5:01 am

    I hope to return but have to say now that life on the road with you Charli, although traumatic, is always more than interesting. Hope you managed to get your repairs done and you can continue on your journey.

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  18. Kerry E.B. Black says:
    April 9, 2017 at 12:29 pm

    What a journey! I must say sharing fry bread and stories must have been fascinating! I love mythology and studying belief systems. There is a universality in the messages, even within stunning diversity.

    For my take on the prompt, I looked internally to family history and personal beginnings.

    How Ellie’s Life Began
    Written by Kerry E.B. Black

    Doreen’s life bled away on the gurney, seeping into sanitized linens. The doctor nestled a bundle of blankets against the cold. Doreen buried her face within, savoring the warmth, relishing the smell. Too young to die, yet passing with skill, Doreen’s tear-slicked vision blurred. Iron coated her palate, and dust clogged her throat. With trembling fingers, she peeled back a layer of blankets to reveal skin soft as a tulip. Here Doreen found immortality, here, in this tiny person whose eyes squeezed shut against the garish hospital and her mother’s death, this person whose birth brought about her death.

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    • jeanne229 says:
      April 9, 2017 at 7:23 pm

      Ah yes, so we participate in creation and achieve immortality. Very sad flash but beautiful too.

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    • Norah says:
      April 11, 2017 at 9:16 am

      I agree with Jeanne. Sad, but beautiful. And so the imprint is passed from one generation to the next.

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    • Deborah Lee says:
      April 12, 2017 at 2:26 am

      So bittersweet, immortality.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 13, 2017 at 12:07 am

      Such a powerful story of recognizing immortality in death. My fry bread stories were not of such depth and yet had the raw elemental taste of humanity to them — the young magician with card tricks; the woman who told us about the time she took her son to meet his father and he was laid up with a broken leg and a box of romance novels. She told him, “Read. You might learn something.” Life, death and moments in between.

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  19. D. Avery @shiftnshake says:
    April 9, 2017 at 12:42 pm

    Reciprocation D. Avery

    Do not forget Turtle who brought the earth up from the watery depths.
    Do not forget Tree, whose roots hold and cradle the earth, whose branches hold up Sky. These ones, Turtle, Water, Tree, Sky, are sacred.
    Long ago these ones spoke together, and together thought to provide and to sustain; they thought us into existence that we might use their gifts.
    Be humble. Our creations are mere imitations, expressing gratitude, expressing wonder. Be mindful. Give thanks to Turtle, to Water, to Sky, to Tree. We are their thoughts that receive their gifts, and they think us most sacred.

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  20. Latest from the Ranch | ShiftnShake says:
    April 9, 2017 at 5:19 pm

    […] April 6, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a creation myth. You can write your own, use one in a story or create tension (or comparability) between science and culture on the topic of creation. Go where the prompt leads. […]

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  21. jeanne229 says:
    April 9, 2017 at 7:15 pm

    Charli! I have completely missed the reason for your move but am enthralled by this next step of your journey. You are a traveler, indeed, and a brave and spirited one. I know the land you are describing. Vast and magnificent. Etched deep from time and water and weather. But I have never had to haul a rig like yours through it! And I know the Navajo fried bread with beans and lamb or honey for dessert. A Burger King patty is a poor substitute but praise the lord(s) of creation for those Internet outposts. Thinking of your prompt. Ans wondering where you are as I tap away. Gallup?
    As for myths, I take no umbrage at the word. Some may focus on the implication of falsehood, but there is also the symbolism inherent in myth that expresses some deep truth. Which is what you get at so well in your flash.

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 13, 2017 at 12:41 am

      Hi Jeanne! Your Land of Enchantment has me by the ankle. Umm, yes I did save a few pieces of fry bread to drizzle honey upon for dessert. Now I’m enjoying homemade tortillas, blue corn tortillas and chilis. Still refried beans, always refried beans, the food of the west. Mythology is mystery and that’s what drives us to know and to experience our own existence. Science, religion and funny alien stories fill up our imaginations. But as Kerry pointed out, there’s a universality to origin myths. Thank you, that’s the balance I’m going for in Danni’s life — that she can see a deeper truth where mystery still resides but reveals. If you want to visit Gallup, we might be here a spell!

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  22. Lisa @ The Meaning of Me says:
    April 10, 2017 at 1:39 pm

    Really hope (and plan) to join in one of these weeks! This isn’t the one, though – full plate! 😀

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  23. Annecdotist says:
    April 10, 2017 at 2:09 pm

    Charli Mills, what are you doing to my nerves! If you’re not scrambling down cliffs on your hands and knees you’re skidding close to the edge in your truck. And now, the gargantuan vehicle having to travel through the dark without lights! Well, I’m hoping things are going to go more smoothly from here on in.
    So impressed you managed to put together a post, a prompt and your own flash. I think you’re enjoying exploring the relationship between Danni and Michael – you really bring out those contrasting worldviews.
    As for my own flash, I seem to have gone with creation myths a couple of times before in response to other prompts, so it must be one of my themes:
    http://annegoodwin.weebly.com/annecdotal/-creation-myths-returning-home-in-my-reading-and-writing
    But I wouldn’t let that stop me having another stab at it. However, the latest version isn’t going to arrive on my blog until Thursday (probably your Wednesday) as I had already scheduled another post to which this is the perfect accompaniment – a review of a book about Handel’s Messiah which I wanted to post on the anniversary of the first performance. So here’s an advance preview, but it would be great if you could link to Thursday’s post when you come to do the compilation.
    The creation of secular music
    God could understand why Adam envied the birds. Their vantage point above the earth, the way they’d glide from tree to tree.
    “It’s not that,” said Adam. “It’s how they sing your praise.”
    So when God created Adam’s wife he gifted her with melody. And all was harmony until she met the Serpent. “Not all music belongs to God,” he hissed. “There are other words. Other tunes.”
    Eve shrugged. “God’s music is the best.”
    “You cannot know, until you’ve tried some other.”
    So Eve sang of birds and bees and apple trees, and God banished her from his garden.

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    • Norah says:
      April 11, 2017 at 9:28 am

      Ah! The creation of music. Nice. Thanks for linking back to your other creation stories. I had missed the Creation comedy with Trump, Gates and Freud. It was worth the visit!

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 13, 2017 at 1:18 am

      The period of rest is over, hold on because now we ride! I suppose I have too much of Mother Eve in my blood to lead a well-behaved and quiet life. Although at times, I wish I weren’t chasing after dark vehicles or getting to know reservation towns through break downs. In fact, I think it’s akin to your story. The way our capitalistic society is structured we are obedient to God or his banking agents and get the good life on credit. But here in the dirt, on the road, stuck with certainty, we get to test our gifts. And we aren’t always reward; sometimes kicked out. But the songs continue. Thank you for indulging my one of my themes, too as it it keeps popping up. I loved your earlier origin story with the trinity of Trump, Gates and Freud. And I will connect the link to your full post when it’s out.

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  24. Pete says:
    April 10, 2017 at 2:48 pm

    Dwarfed

    Zach stared at the sky. Mr. Meyers said they saw stars how they were not how they are. Light years. It hurt his head just thinking about it.

    Next door came a big bang. The neighbors fighting again. Zach stared in awe at the clusters. The Milky Way was 100,000 light years across. To be this tiny! With such monumental problems. Could Mr. Meyers be right? That there may be more…another Earth.

    There wasn’t another Nana. She didn’t tolerate such thoughts. He’d asked her about it and she’d thunked him good.

    It hurt his head just thinking about it.

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  25. Memories of Myths, Fables and Fairy Tales | Eloquently Kate says:
    April 10, 2017 at 7:55 pm

    […] Mills’ April 6th Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge was to write a 99 word (no more, no less) story about a creation myth. And as always, Charli […]

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  26. Kate says:
    April 10, 2017 at 8:31 pm

    Charli, your adventurous spirit has your readers sitting on edge, waiting for the next installment. Your resourcefulness for resolving situations and moving on is amazing! It may not have been the journey you chose for yourself, but the way you remain positive is exemplary. Life has kept me busy and away from the keyboard this past month, but I’m back with my post and thoughts on myths, fables and fairy tales.
    https://eloquentlykate.com/2017/04/10/memories-of-myths-fables-and-fairy-tales/

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 13, 2017 at 1:37 am

      There’s plenty of adventures and resources in our pockets. This isn’t going to be a smooth journey, so I’m settling in to reckoning with that and taking a look at what’s around. I’m glad to have so many along for the ride. The Hub is the one doing the big work, and all I wanted was a bed, toilet and place to write so my job is keeping that going. 🙂 Glad to see you back with myths, fables and fairy tales.

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  27. The Mandala | From the Valley of the Trolls says:
    April 11, 2017 at 12:33 am

    […] Carrot Ranch prompt (04/06/2017):  In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a creation myth. You can write your own, use one in a story or create tension (or comparability) between science and culture on the topic of creation. Go where the prompt leads. […]

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  28. Liz Husebye Hartmann says:
    April 11, 2017 at 12:39 am

    Writing on a memory from years past. I questioned the directive to make sure the kids had a product to show parents what they did at school. Busy parents, upwardly mobile…I understand, but wished we all had the time to watch the kids in process…

    The Mandala

    Nora reached two fingers towards the mound of shaving cream on the tiny table. Sliding her fingers across and down, she palmed the foam, squishing it flat and rotating her hand slowly.

    Her other hand peeked over the table’s edge and joined in. Before long, her eyes shifted dreamily to a shaft of sunlight on the opposite wall of the noisy preschool, her body rocking with her hand’s movements.

    “Shall I make a print for her parents?” Her teacher detected faint, happy humming from the child, and shook her head. “Why interrupt her creative process? It’s her dream time.”

    https://huldermn.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/the-mandala/

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  29. But why? | Norah Colvin says:
    April 11, 2017 at 6:26 am

    […] week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills has challenged writers to “In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a creation myth. You can write your own, use one in a sto….” As usual, she tells us to “Go where the prompt […]

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  30. Norah says:
    April 11, 2017 at 7:23 am

    Hi Charli, My reading writing schedule has broken down this week, but it in no way compares to your break down issues. I hope you have got the truck and RV issues sorted and are back on your way by now. It doesn’t sound like easy driving, and with you both driving different vehicles, there is no respite. And then no respite at night in a desolate area in cramped quarters. Here’s to better times ahead. I struggled with a creation story and ended up a bit off the beaten track. Hopefully I’ll find my way back next week. Here is a link to my contribution: Unanswered questions http://wp.me/p3O5Jj-Tj
    I wish you happy travels and an uneventful week, or at least with only desirable and desired events. Happy Easter. Best wishes. N xo

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  31. Stargazing | Enkin Anthem says:
    April 11, 2017 at 10:18 am

    […] for the 99-words-challenge on the Carrot […]

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  32. Enkin Anthem says:
    April 11, 2017 at 11:13 am

    A beautiful prompt, Charli, thank you for that!
    Find my take here:
    https://enkinanthem.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/stargazing/

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  33. #AtoZChallenge ‘H’ #NationalPoetryMonth ‘Husband’ #NPM17 #CarrotRanch #FlashFiction | Rereading Jane Eyre says:
    April 11, 2017 at 12:58 pm

    […] my own poem, today I’ve also added a third challenge, Carrot Ranch, weekly Flash Fiction Challenge based on a 99 word prompt. My contribution to this Flash fiction challenge, organised by the […]

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  34. The One and Only Truth #carrotranch #flashfiction | TanGental says:
    April 11, 2017 at 7:01 pm

    […] prompt this week takes us right back to the very […]

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  35. Microfiction: In the beginning… – Jane Dougherty Writes says:
    April 11, 2017 at 8:09 pm

    […] saw the Carrot Ranch prompt. Write a creation myth! No more, no less, in exactly 99 words. How could I […]

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  36. Jane Dougherty says:
    April 11, 2017 at 8:10 pm

    99 words isn’t much…
    https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/microfiction-in-the-beginning/

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  37. LucciaGray says:
    April 11, 2017 at 10:42 pm

    Hi Charli!
    I’ve joined my contribution to the AtoZ challenge again this week.
    https://lucciagray.com/2017/04/11/atozchallenge-h-nationalpoetrymonth-husband-npm17-carrotranch-flashfiction/
    I’m on travelling this week, but I’ll try to comment asap.
    Thanks for the prompt 🙂

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  38. Where it Starts (Jane Doe Flash Fiction) – 99 Monkeys says:
    April 12, 2017 at 1:58 am

    […] week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts a flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write about a creation myth. Other […]

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  39. Deborah Lee says:
    April 12, 2017 at 2:07 am

    I love your adventures. I know you know this, but what is stressful and aggravating now will be fun stories and enraptured grandchildren years from now. Keep living for now, as you do, fully immersed.

    I love the different creation stories from different paths around the globe. Some ring startlingly similar to one another, others are strikingly different. They are all beautiful, all reverent of the Creator we call by different names.

    I didn’t go there, though. Jane is so introverted! 😉

    https://wordpress.com/post/99monkeysblog.wordpress.com/5652

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 13, 2017 at 5:25 am

      In some ways, I think being rootless offers a different pace of sorts, like living in a time warp. Maybe all writers live behind glass, the observers, the recorders, the story-catchers. Maybe modern life and its constraints are what get us out of sync with our own creation. And reverence for the Creator, no matter the form may be why we feel drawn to create.

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  40. julespaige says:
    April 12, 2017 at 1:43 pm

    Charli….I thought I put this in yesterday or the day before, I must have forgotten to hit post comment… ooops.

    I hope I’m still on time.

    There are links in my post; the title should be the link. I also said a few other things but I can’t remember what – Safe travels too.

    Ranae Immane Mittam

    Ranae Immane Mittam

    Ranae Immane Mittam

    Kaeru swam in the velvet darkness. Then she leapfrogged
    across the sky. Leaving small illuminated globes to hatch.
    The eggs bore different reflections, attitudes, altitudes and
    aspects of their mother. Some within the various universes
    became quasars. Within these systems further divisions
    created some spheres that bore other living things.

    Kaeru was happy. The velvet darkness brightened. Her
    children became too numerous to count. Her work was
    compete, now she could return to the beginning and wait.
    Watch flora and fauna in vast variety.

    To be worshiped was never Kaeru’s goal. Only the creation
    of something from her power.

    ©JP/dh

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    • Charli Mills says:
      April 13, 2017 at 5:39 am

      You are in perfect timing! Actually, Word Press held this. I’m not sure why but I hit “approve.” I always approve of what you write. 😀

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      • julespaige says:
        April 13, 2017 at 1:24 pm

        There’s been some issues with other ‘friends’ and their sites too. One person is so frustrated at one location that they basically are shutting that particular site down.
        Hopefully you didn’t get my entry twice then? I do generally see my posts when I put them in your comments section. I may have had too many files/windows open at once. Who knows.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Charli Mills says:
        April 15, 2017 at 4:37 am

        It’s hard to tell why the glitches occur. I try to check daily.

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  41. Egg-actly: The Beginning | It's All in Finding the Right Words says:
    April 12, 2017 at 3:27 pm

    […] for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: Requirements: April 6, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a creation myth. […]

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  42. rogershipp says:
    April 12, 2017 at 3:28 pm

    Egg-actly: The Beginning

    “540 billion years ago.”

    “You’re quite sure?”

    “Of course I’m sure. The computers confirm it.”

    “But wasn’t The Big Bang 14 billion years ago?”

    “Yes! Isn’t this exciting?”

    “But how are you going to explain it?”

    “Scientifically, of course. Everyone knows- even in the beginning- you can’t make something out of nothing. The Law of Conservation. We just never knew what was here pre-Big Bang.”

    “And now you know?”

    “Indubitably. For a bang like that, there had to be a massive built-up of pressure. Probably gases. And then something causes an igniting.”

    ‘So you’ve found it?”

    “The primordial eggshell.”

    https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2017/04/12/egg-actly-the-beginning/

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