When Good Folk Turn Bad At The Rodeo
By Sherri Matthews
Saddle up, tighten your reins and pull on your riding boots. And while you’re about it, watch your back, because wicked wranglings are afoot at the Rodeo. Western or English? Doesn’t matter. Thrown off a few times? Never mind. Devious, deadly or just plain dangerous, it’s time for some murderous musings.
Long fascinated with the dark side of the human heart, I read a lot of True Crime. Not for the gory details, neither for the whodunit: I want to understand the why.
As a memoir writer, I need to explore the true motives driving the story. I wonder how many of us ask ourselves, if truly honest, what might we be capable of if pushed too far? What would be our not so perfect storm?
But it never occurred to me that I could explore this through fiction. This memoir writer doesn’t write fiction, of any kind. I can’t; I shan’t; and I won’t. But Charli Mills had other ideas. “Oh yes you can,” she said with a knowing look in her eyes. We’ve never physically met, but I’d know that look anywhere.
So I gave it a go, playing it safe at first with a touch of fiction based on a true story – a BOTS, I came to learn. Bashing out 300 plus words was the easy part; telling the same story in 99 was not.
But with practice it got easier and soon I was hooked. And then the unthinkable happened: characters appeared from nowhere with ideas of their own and there I was, writing flash actual fiction.
Today, I continue to relish the delicious freedom I get from writing these bite-sized bursts. Coming up for air from my memoir, my fictional characters lead me away from the confines of memoir’s truth, allowing me to freely explore their world of darkest revenge, immorality and twisted justice.
This, I now understand, is why most of my flashes contain murderous undertones. What better way to blow off writing steam? I can’t remember what I was dealing with in my memoir when I wrote ‘Homemade Cider’, but I have told my husband he has no need to worry:
Homemade Cider by Sherri Matthews
They had shared their hopes and fears; heck, they had even shared husbands. Now, as the two elderly women sat on the porch swing, a faded, hand-made quilt stretched across their bony knees, they said nothing. Only the crickets strummed their twilight song.
“I wish I had known,” sighed Mave at long last, shifting beneath the quilt.
Ellen rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
“But you needed my help…”
“You were busy. Anyway, Bob helped me bury him under the apple tree.”
Mave grinned. “Well at least he’ll make great compost…nothing beats homemade cider.”
I asked Charli to share her flash fiction process and how it’s helped her explore the ‘why’ in the murder of Wild Bill Hickok, the subject of her work in progress historical fiction novel Rock Creek:
‘London historian and biographer of Wild Bill Hickok, Joseph Rosa, claimed that the Rock Creek incident of 1861 remains among the most debated gunfights in the American West. At the heart of the debate are two questions writers often ponder — who is the villain and why?
My family handed me a myth growing up. The story goes that the first man Wild Bill Hickok ever shot was my third great-grandmother’s brother; my Uncle Cobb McCanles. Talk to any Hatley, Green, Paullus or McCandless and they’ll curse the villainy of Hickok, tearing the man down as a coward, shorter than history makes of him.
Talk to the descendants of Hickok and they’ll tell you what a fine and upright man Bill was. It’s understandable for families to cheer for their own kin and clearly see the murderous intent in the other. But add historians to the mix and you get more myth and romanticism. Hickok, one historian from Kansas wrote, was a chivalrous knight. A Nebraskan historian responded that Cobb McCanless was a family man cut down in front of his 10-year old son.
No one can definitely answer why. Why did these men clash in a deadly way?
Flash fiction became instrumental to my historical investigations. Writing tight snippets, I considered what it was like before and after Cobb’s untimely murder. These flash fictions became a way for me to explore emotion, reaction, pain and consider who was truly the villain. You’d be surprised by who has murder in mind, and readers like surprises. It’s all in the ‘why’.
The Day After by Charli Mills
“I’m not ready for this.” Sarah had spent the long night alone at the sod house, scrubbing congealed blood from her hair. The stained dress she burned in the woodstove. Several Pony Express riders came by to convince her leave on the morning stage to Denver. Hickok was not one of them.
Leroy settled a trunk with her belongings in the back of the buckboard. “It’s best you come with me, Sarah. Emotions are running hot.”
“I know. But…a funeral?”
“He’s already in the ground.”
Sarah’s scalp itched. Triggers pulled in haste left no mourning time.
Now to the contest! Write a flash fiction in 109 words, no more, no less and weave a murderous vibe through an every-day setting, either in thought or deed.
- Submit your entry using the Contact Form below.
- 109 words, no more, no less, will be counted exactly. Title excluded.
- Weave a murderous vibe through an every-day setting, either in thought or deed.
- Add your name and email address, but please note, judging will be blind.
- Deadline for submission is 11:59 EST Tuesday, 31 October. Any entries received after this date will be disqualified.
CONTEST NOW CLOSED. WINNER ANNOUNCED DECEMBER 19.
CHALLENGE OPTION: If you don’t feel up to entering a contest, please feel free to respond to this in the comments as a prompt challenge. Weekly Flash Fiction Challenges resume November 2.
Go where the flow takes you, with bonus points for a twist that shocks the judges:
Mike Matthews, sound-boarder, proof-reader and husband extraordinaire; Hugh Roberts, friend, author and blogger with a deliciously dark flair for short stories; and me, Sherri Matthews.
We can’t wait to read your entries. Have fun but don’t forget to watch your back: you never know who might be lurking in the shadows at the Rodeo.
NB: As providence would have it, I am in the throes of our house move this week. Huge apologies for my lateness in replying to comments, but I will return before the 31 October deadline. Many thanks to Charli and Hugh for holding down the fort in the meantime.
Next up: The Ultimate Flash Fiction (TUFF) by Charli Mills on Tuesday, October 31.
Announcement of Winner
Winner will be announced at Summerhouse and Carrot Ranch on December 19.
We are now live with Rodeo Contest #7 — until murder unfolds! Sherri, you’ve given us a deliciously wicked direction for our fiction!
Hi Charli! In great haste to say thanks so much for the opportunity to host my true wicked wranglings of the heart, ha! Let’s hope this Rodeo Contest stays live and doesn’t die in the dust! And also to you and Hugh for holding down the fort until I can get back here properly asap. Great comments and flashes here just from a quick scan, can’t wait to get my teeth into them…ooops, I mean read them… in full. Love it…see you very soon! <3
Wicked Wranglings of the Heart — I love it! Lot’s of deadly musings headed to your new place. Kicking up dust is more likely! Hugh’s been great, riding over to the Ranch. Sharpen your teeth, Sherri, lots to sink them into! <3
Those deadly musings are going to make for some great reads, think I need to buy a new toothbrush…gotta look sharp for the Rodeo 😉 Hugh’s a star…you both are… 😉 <3
You are looking sharp, with gleaming teeth, Sherri!
Haha!!! All the more ready for Fred!
I just realized that for contest #7, I didn’t put my name and contact info with the story. Should I resubmit or will it be okay since I put my name and email on the form along with the submission?
Me thinks I put this question in the wrong spot.
Hey Chris, I just checked and you are good to go!
Hi Chris! I’ve got your submission safe and sound 🙂
I have to admit — it was fun to think of murder. After I posted and started to write one of my own, I naturally thought of rodeos. I wondered what would make a rodeo clown commit murder. And this funny idea popped into my head. I think I understand why Sherri finds this form of fiction both liberating and entertaining.
CHALLENGE (NOT CONTEST)
Lipstick for a Rodeo Clown by Charli Mills
Hubert outlined each eye with black liner. It had been Neva’s. Next, he penciled his lips the way she did before applying cherry-bomb red lipstick. He giggled. He loved Neva’s lipstick. Carefully he brushed his brows and powdered his face.
“Next up at the Tonopah Rodeo and Stampede, bull riders!”
Hubert danced a jig when the announcement gave way to the roar of the crowd. Neva wouldn’t be scowling among them. He’d be free to clown around, distracting bulls and wearing the make-up she refused to share with him.
“Rodeo clowns don’t wear Maybelline, Hubert. Use face paint like others.”
Her last words to a man coveting cherry-bomb red.
Red….such a passionate color…
A crime if passion!
Neva should have shared! But then we wouldn’t have this fabulous story.
If only she had! What was a Rodeo Clown with lipstick envy to do? 😀
Exactly! How difficult is life meant to be?
Oh Charli, for someone who has always found clowns rather disturbing, your flash is the perfect wicked wrangle! Hubert was pushed too far with the Maybelline putdown. I wonder, was he born with it? Neve will never know… Brilliant…love this! 😀
Ha, ha! Great use of the Maybelline tagline, Sherri! It made me snort-laugh!
As did your flash Charli…in fact, I keep short-laughing everytime I think about it…and I will never be able to watch a Maybelline ad quite the same again! 😀
Heehee. Great application.
Oops, I replied to you in the wrong space, Charli. And I do love how you brought in that clown.
“Would you stop that infernal pacin’ an’ jist git some shuteye!”
“I don’t like this Pal, it ain’t right. This here is a nice safe community, ever’one says so. Folks gotta feel safe here. No, this ain’t right.”
“Jeez, Kid! Yer mutterin’ an’ pacin’ is kepin’ me from my much needed rest. What in the blazes are you on about now?”
“I already regret this, but Kid, what’re you talkin’ about?”
“This latest rodeo event, that’s what.”
“The bull ride?”
“No, #7… murder.”
“Kid, it’s just fiction.”
“Fictional lives matter.”
“Kid, there’s seriously gonna be a murder if’n you don’t shush up.”
Thanks for kicking the contest off. Love how you included some of the other Rodeo contests in this piece.
“Fictional lives matter.” …
What a line it just brought me to tears.
I’m laughing with delight… while the other half of my brain goes deliciously dark…
I am feeling the Kid; like I am on the verge of just snappin! Yet due to This insane Rodeo. It is too too much! ! Are we serious here?!? Seriously!?! Already!?!
Naw really I’m actually good cuz i think i just got a great flash come to mind. Gotta write it.
Them night musings will turn any situation murderous if the kid don’t watch it…I’ll be watching my back this evening! Great flash D 🙂
You are a well of clever puns, D.!
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Reblogged this on judyedwinamartin and commented:
Time to unleash the beast!!!
Thanks so much for the reblog Judy…the beast is indeed unleashed!!!
It’s a pleasure, Sherri 🙂
Looking forward to this one Sherri 😁😁
Thanks for sharing, Judy. Am answering in Sherrie’s absence as she’s moving house. 😀
You are welcome Hugh 🙂
Sherri is, too! She was delighted to share her murderous musings with us!
She surprised me with her dastardly dark
She’s got a repertoire of dark fiction, including some of my favorite wicked (and hapless) characters.
Haha…’darstardly dark’…I do love surprises Judy, giving as well as receiving 😉 😀
You thinking of a certain werewolf by any chance Charli? 😉
I might have a soft sot for a certain hapless werewolf.
Thanks so much for entering Judy…can’t wait to read it! 🙂 😀 xxx
Oh, I hope you enjoy it, Sherri 🙂
I know I will Judy! 🙂
<3 🙂 <3
You’re always so quick off the starting line, Ritu. 😀
Hugh… if I leave it too long I forget to do it! And might as well make the most of my half term free time! 😁
Way to go, Ritu!
Thanks so much for entering Ritu! You were definitely quick off the mark, well done and good luck! xxx
😙 thanks Sherri ! Xx
🙂 <3 Ritu! xxx
Good morning Sherri and Charli,
I loved this post and ooooh am I excited about this one. Just about to send it now. Here we go….
Thanks, Juliet. I’m Hugh (one of the judges) and am responding to comments in Sherrie’s absence, as she’s in the middle of a house move.
Hi Hugh, yes I read that in Sherri’s post. Thanks for replying. I’ve been thinking about this contest for a few days. What is it about murder?
I remember you well in fact, Hugh. I wrote a follow-up to a six word challenge on Jenny’s Sunday Scribbles after you posted a comment on my entry. It was especially to answer your question 😀
Have a lovely day!
How kind. Thanks, Juliet. I always enjoy hearing about inspiring people to write. The comments section is a great place to find new ideas.
Hi Juliet! So glad you are excited about this one!
And I will say good evening to you Juliet! So glad it got you fired up for some murderous musings! Can’t wait to read your entry, thank you so much for entering and good luck! 🙂
Dark stories of murderous rampage on the ranch remind me of a song by my favorite singer/songwriter, Tom Waits…Murder in the Red Barn. Submitted. I look forward to reading your dark side.
Thanks, Chris. Sherrie is in the middle of a house move so, as one of the judges, I’m responding to comments on her behalf.
I have a book on Tom Waits. Interesting one it is, too.
Oooh…murderous rampage. Now we’re talking! Not sure I’ve heard of Tom Waits…need to check him out with a song title like that 😉 Got your entry, thanks so much Chris!
Reblogged this on Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) and commented:
Here’s one for all you crime writers. Not my genre but I’ve been shuffling through a few James Patterson and G.K Chesterton and I’m ready to get my dagger out and poison quill. Join in.
Thanks for sharing the latest contest, Irene.
Your welcome Hugh.
Thanks so much for the reblog Irene. Sounds like you’re getting into the spirit of things with those crime writers. Can’t wait to see what wicked wranglings your dagger and poison quill turn up…a few backs being watched as we speak, no doubt… 😉
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OK I just submitted my contest piece. I didn’t want to run out of time –
I had the idea brewing last night and I percolated it before my morning cup of java. Hope is passes muster… (bwahaahaah…)
I might think of a challenge piece too. One thing at a time though.
Oh, can as in other contests if we are graced with such brilliance can we enter more than one contest piece?
I can’t see anything in the rules that says you can’t, so go for it.
The second piece (which I couldn’t resist…) is going in the challenge section… I’ll just see if I can rattle the marbles for an additional contest piece.
Not having caffeine might sharpen the murderous musings, Jules! As with the other contests, you can enter more than once if the darkness takes you there. 🙂
….I may have another one brewing…
Dark brew indeed! Glad Hugh encouraged you to go for it Jules…you’re on a murderous roll! Hugh…we’re going to be busy! 😀
Well I have unleashed the inner evil and entered! 😈😈😈😈
Woohoo! You are flexing your writing chops, wicked writer! 🙂
I am doing my best Charli, thanks for the encouragement 🙂
What Charli said! Couldn’t say it any better…you go girl!
Well, this part of the rodeo is entered. Looking forward to the next go round. Good luck to all the contestants.
Good to see you, Ann! Thanks for supporting everyone!
Thanks so much for your entry Ann, good luck!
For a challenge piece I’m….
Them dang cow pies the horses done cloppsright in the
middle of it. ‘Cas Abner can’t think to vere ‘round them when
he’s making deliveries. And he ain’t a one to have to care
for the critters once he done brought hiself home. An’ Molly
and Sal don’t like crap stuck in their shoes. So after supper
I got take a bucket brush to the barn. Got’s to check ‘m
every darn day.
I’s gotta make ‘im his meals and clean up house too. One
o’ these days I’s gonna saddle up Molly and put a pack on
Sal after I smother Abner in his sleep with cow pies.
Cloppsright isn’t a real word. It came up in another prompt.
And after a slight adjustment “Horsen’ ‘Round?” also fit for
this challenge piece. (I only had to remove one line.)
“after I smother Abner in his sleep with cow pies”
I don’t know Abner from beans, but the picture is crystal clear! 😀
That’s some sharp horsin’ around and great dialectal dialog! What a way to go…!
Love it! I’ll keep quiet about mine and my brother’s antics with cow pies as kids, but smothering someone wasn’t one of them. Although…maybe I should have thought of that… 😉 Cloppsright is a great word, sticks right with you. Great flash Jules!
Living near the PA Dutch/ Amish we have our share of Cow Pies and Road Apples and you don’t need a calendar to know when it’s spring.
Just stick your head out the window… Yum…not!
Haha…sounds like Somerset! Although no Amish. Cow pies and road apples aside, you must live in a beautiful place 🙂
Slowly getting built up too. But still some pasture land left. 🙂
Glad to hear…same here!
I don’t know, Sherri…that’s a story I’d like to hear!
Haha…bring on those BOTS! 😀
‘ “Oh yes you can,” she said with a knowing look in her eyes. We’ve never physically met, but I’d know that look anywhere.’
And that’s the heart of an online Flash community.
Love it! <3
Ah… is that the look of “Watch out world I’ve got a pen and I know what to do with it? – Look. We just get ‘keyed’ up and have to play…
Okay, Flash written and submitted.
Ready for the first snow to roll in here!
Snow? How far north are you…
We haven’t had our first hard frost yet.
Minnesota. It’ll melt by day’s end tomorrow, though. But…winter is here. :-\
South central…but more South east, PA –
It’s almost 7 am and the sun ain’t up yet.
And it’ll be worse when we have to ‘Fall Behind’.
All good things come to those who wait? 😉
Maybe… just, maybe 😉
I know you are probably not going to believe me… but I’ve just put two pepper plants in my enclosed back patio because they still have peppers and even a bloom. The coldest morning we’ve had this month was 35 F. I didn’t even have my heat on until about a week to ten days ago.
Our local seasonal farmer’s market’s last day is October 28th. I just bought some seconds (not so pretty perfects) tomatoes and acorn squash today). …You ever think of getting a green house 😉
Our seasons pretty much follow what the calendar says. So It’s not winter yet! Not until the middle of December.
But it does depend on what side of the Alleghenies one is on. They get cooler weather on that other side quicker. 🙂
Stay warm my friend!
What is snow but the murder of fall. Hang in there — my first “big laker whiteout” was stunning.
“The murder of Fall”
Timely observation for this Flash challenge!
Isn’t it, though! I love it, too! <3
Honoured to belong to such an amazing online community. Thanks so much Liz and good luck with your entry! 🙂
We are fortunate, indeed!
Not sure if I can write about a murder but I am thinking!
That’s the trick — “muse” about it! 🙂
Even just a thought will do Robbie…it might not actually happen, but who knows? 😉 Good luck!
I think that’s what I found fun — I didn’t really have to think of an actual, murder but imply one.
Exactly! That’s what’s so delicously dark about this genre 😉
Leave me alone with my lap top… and you get a second entry….
I’m on a roll. I guess reading murder mysteries for the last month or so has helped?
(I am having way too much fun.)
I’m so glad you are having fun!
I’m dreaming of these things now. I had to get up around midnight to pen an idea so I wouldn’t lose it… egads!
Oh, yes. I am having fun too.
It must be those peppers on your porch! 😀 I just picked a green tomato, our only one, yesterday. Frost hadn’t hit hard yet, but today the snow did! Supposed to snow until May.
Reblogged this on Norah Colvin and commented:
Got murder on your mind? Here’s a chance to work it out; in fiction anyway – contest #7 in the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo #FFRODEO.
Thanks for sharing, Norah!
Thanks so much for reblogging Norah 🙂 <3
My pleasure, Sherri. 🙂
Great prompt, Sherri. Best wishes with your move. I hope all goes well.
Sherri does murderous musings so well in her flash fiction writing, it’s fun to join her in this genre.
She does. I’ve even entered. 🙂
Oh, my, when educators have murderous musings! :-O
Haha…I feel so proud to inspire those murderous musings! I’m seriously chomping at the bit to read all the entries. Thanks so much for your wonderful encouragement Charli 😀
Thanks so much for entering Norah 🙂 So glad you’ve enjoyed the challenge! We’re moved in…now to find everything, ha!
You’ll have lots of good reading, Sherri! Look what you started. 😉
a bit of a challenge piece this – it must be the cheese…
Making a Killing
Jeremy was always eating. No-one knew he had a disorder that meant he never felt full. They just thought him hungry, then greedy, then morbidly obese. And when he said, with a sad repetition, ‘I could murder for my dinner’ or ‘I could kill for that burger’ that made him quaint, but harmless.
He warned them that boot camp would end in tears; they thought he was just ‘being Jeremy’.
When they found him, after ten days without food, surrounded by the corpses of the clinic’s staff , frying the Director’s viscera in lemon and sage, he shrugged. Prison was many things, but devoid of food it was not.
Eek…. There actually is some disorder where humans consume humans.
And not just that tribe somewhere in the jungle.
(I watch too many CSI Shows…)
yep, you need to turn over to the kiddies channels now
I tend to watch (when I’m not reading or writing…) the Food Channel, Hallmark Mysteries or the few CSI shows. I can’t get into Sponge Bob Square Pants… or even some of the adult comic shows. Just tell me another story…. without any nasty clowns.
Oh ok, more coming up
We always want more from clever and ‘Gental’
folks… I might be one when I’m not opening my mouth to exchange feet…
*she says attempting to eat humble pie…*
(Why did you not submit this as a Contest piece, fer Pete’s sake?)
I had a go at the comp so thought it a bit greedy to have two goes, but thanks for the encouragement Liz
“Lemon and sage”! Well, he did warn them, and lucky for all he’ll not have to find spices for the guards.
true, but it’s good to be a seasoned psycho…
You were just waiting with that line, weren’t you?
Geoff, I must be a bit twisted but I am laughing still at your story. The thought of ‘being Jeremy’ to his loved ones, yet all along he literally meant what he said. Haha…I can picture him now. I’m also reminded of that famous Jack the Ripper quote when he sent ‘t’other kidney’ to Mr Lusk, stating he had fried the other for his tea and that it was ‘very nice’. I wonder if he used lemon and sage for seasoning too? Love, love, love it… 😀
Glad it hit the sweet spot!
It certainly did Geoff 🙂
That it did! 😀
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No… folks, when you leave me to my own devices…
I’m like the Energizer Wabbit… I just keep going:
Hoping to attract the darker side… with:
A Rhyming Lure, Writing’s the Cure
You are a writer on fire, Jules!
It’s a slow burn…
Dang Jules…I want those batteries!!!
(I think we need to borrow ’em from the younger folk… namely my grand-children!)
A drawer full would do fine if they don’t mind!
Reblogged this on ShiftnShake and commented:
Another killer contest at Carrot Ranch. Would you commit murder for a cash prize? In a flash! The Flash Fiction Rodeo rocks on.
You’r killing it, D.! Good work!
Thanks so much for the reblog D 🙂
Just trying the challenge.
“What I want ain’t on the menu, sweet cheeks.” His usual prelude to a grab at her ass.
He was a regular. She and Annie disagreed about the regulars, this one in particular, but Annie was the owner as well as the cook. “He’s just having a little harmless fun”, Annie would say.
He always sat at her tables. If she worked the counter he took a stool. “Lean over the counter, show me your specials.”
She straightened and endured his dessert order. “Gimme a taste of your cream-pie.”
“I knew you’d say that”, she said. “Here you go, made it special. The pie is to die for today.”
And y’all thought there weren’t gonna be nothin’ you could bring to the table? T’wern’t no humble pie that’s for sure.
A little diner justice. That tastes mighty fine!
Oh sweet, sweet revenge!!
Just desserts, indeed!
Ahhh…great flash D. Sweet justice with a cherry on top (I imagine). He had it coming, just not how he expected 😉
Well that eerily came along easily… perhaps a discovery of genre i may be more adept at writing. ??
This is wild, in the sense that i have sort of always struggled writing characters into conflict because i think i just care too much about them. Or maybe my characters have always been too personal. Anyways, a vastly different angle for me. Yet another great contest Rough Writers! ! Opening doors and uncharted realms. Thanks! ! !
Oh, I like that you’ve had this realization, Elliott! Perhaps you have found both a genre and a writing angle. 😀
I have been watching a lot of horror flicks in the past year or so, something i never got into. Of course i cant watch anything without considering how it was written, and how to write it…. Oh my poor characters may be in grave danger =]
Movies are great for craft study because most follow the three-act pattern and many are examples of the hero’s journey.
I find the same with psychological thrillers. I can’t watch them without tearing them apart in my mind. What’s the real story? Good gone bad or born evil? Nature versus nurture? Pushed too far? I would kill to write a great screenplay like that. Ooops… perhaps I should rephrase that…. !
Thanks so much Elliot, so glad you’re enjoying the contest!
Thanks! ! Im having a blast with the whole #FFRODEO
It’s wonderful isn’t it!
This is my first challenge during the Rodeo. I’ve already submitted for the competition. I hope you enjoy, “From My Window, I Watch.”
From my window, I watch the girl who walks my street at night. Weeks ago, I witnessed a man drag her into the alley. Maybe she hadn’t made enough or skimmed some off. Fists fell, boots rose. She landed in a heap.
He came back.
Fists and boots put him on the ground. I grabbed his hair and jerked.
She hit me from behind. But I knew the game. He put her up, fed her. I finished, ear to ear, and pocketed his cash.
From my window, I watch. New clothes. New boss. And if she doesn’t make enough or skims some off, I won’t beat her.
God that’s dark. Love it… well done!
Wow… if that is your challenge piece I can’t wait to read your contest piece!
That some wickedly good writing, Chris!
Liz, Jules, and Charli, I appreciate the comments. This Rodeo certainly gets the creative juices flowing.
Yes, it does! And just in time for NaNoWriMo! Or NaNoRebel…
Chris, that is seriously dark. Even the title makes me sit a little straighter in my chair. Love it. Thanks so much for entering, can’t wait to read your contest flash, and good luck! 🙂
Sherri, Thank you for the time and effort you’ve put into this part of the Rodeo. I’m glad you liked my challenge story. I probably would have submitted this one, but the other was already in, and I did want to have a challenge submission this time.
Very kind of you Chris, and I’m thrilled you entered both the contest and the challenge. Thank you!
Terrific – and yes, very dark.
Fab contest Sher! And that’s where you’re hiding, almost in the new house yay! I love your description of no way writing fiction, that’s always been my position, so I’m proud of your girl! Maybe, just maybe, I’ll sneak in. 🙂 xx
Sneak in if you dare, Debby! 😀 Sherri is in her new home without internet, but zimmering her dongle. I’ve learned much from Sherri on the art of memoir and have delighted to see her stories in fiction develop.
Oh yes, I’m so impressed with my friend Sherri. And I know she finally is going to settle in to her home. She dinged me on FB from her mobile lol. 🙂
Dinged or dongled…? Lol!
Oh I am feeling the love here Debby and Charli! 🙂 <3 Thank goodness for the zimmering dongle with my internet woes to keep in touch with you both! <3
Aww Deb, thanks so much as always for your unfailing support.Even when I’m in hiding, behind boxes or otherwise lol, you’re always there, cheering and encouraging me on. And both of us being memoir writers, we get that ‘no way writing fiction’ feel lol 😀 But if I can do it, so can you! There’s still time to sneak one it, if you feel so inclined with a murderous musing! But no worries if not…you know where to come if you decide to flash up a fiction another time…In between writing the memoir, of course! 😉 <3 🙂
Thanks again Sher for the invite. I actually was contemplating it, and I shall see how much I get done today. I’m in the publishing process of book cover, blurb writing and soon to receive edits back from editor, so a bit hectic. But if I don’t I’ll be reading! And yes, I will hop on eventually! <3 xoxo Happy Halloween Sher. Huge hugs xoxo
Wow, you are one busy lady Deb! You’ve got enough on your plate, which makes your support here and at the Summerhouse even more wonderful. You’re a star! There’s always time later for some flashing lol! Hope you had a Happy Halloween too…quite for us, but I’m just so happy to have my black cat back, no matter what day of the week it is 😀 And thinking of you with your edits and look forward to hearing all about your latest book launch! Huge hugs right back… <3 xoxo
Thanks so much girlfriend for the kudos. <3 xoxo
Of course Deb…likewise! <3 xoxo
Always Sher. <3 xo
<3 🙂 <3
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Wouldn’t you know it: the same week I host Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest #7 over at Carrot Ranch, I move house. It was supposed to happen in July, but how else to keep up with my broken record/cliche fashion Summerhouse phrase, Better Late Than Never? But we did it and more on that in another post! Today, I’m thrilled to reblog Murderous Musings: When Good Folk Turn Bad at the Rodeo. You’ve got until the deadline at 11.59 EST 31 October to write a 109 word flash fiction weaving a murderous vibe through an every day setting. Shock the judges with a great twist for bonus points. As always it’s free entry with a cash prize. Read on for all deviously dastardly contest details. Huge thanks to Hugh Roberts and Charli Mills for holding down the fort with replies to comments, as this in great haste until I’m able to return. Will do so asap and before the deadline. Huge apologies to D Avery for dropping the ball timewise and not re–blogging her Bucking Bull Go-Round Flash Fiction Rodeo Contest #6 that went live on Tuesday, but there’s still time to enter if you gallop over to this link today: https://carrotranch.com/2017/10/24/flash-fiction-rodeo-6/
Judges Hugh, Mike and I can’t wait to read your murderous musings and really hope you’ll join us. And look out for the final contest #8 live next Tuesday with Charli Mills’ The Ultimate Flash Fiction.
Have fun everyone, see you soon and remember, watch your back for this one: you never know who might be lurking in the shadows at the Rodeo…
We know you are lurking, having incited murder and then moved! Is that so the coppers can’t find you? 😀 Funning aside, I’m so happy to have you leading the way with this contest, Sherri! <3
LOL! The timing does seem rather coincidental, I admit. Those coppers, so far, haven’t got a clue 😉 Fantastic to be here…thanks so much once again Charli! <3
Keep the coppers clueless! And good luck with all the unpacking in your new hideout!
Great post and challenge, Sherri. It’s interesting to hear about the ways in which flash fiction has benefited your writing. I know I have always enjoyed reading your blog and fiction, and am waiting to have the pleasure of reading your memoir. I’m certain it will be a fine work. I remember reading your Homemade Cider story earlier. It gave me a smile now as it did then. Thank you. Charli’s Rock Creek flash is interesting in the way it explores the question of guilt. Will the real villain please stand up. Probably not. There is rarely a black or white answer, only multiple shades of grey. Well done, both of you.
It’s been great fun to watch both of you develop fiction and characters as we’ve flashed at the Ranch. <3
It’s been fun to join in, and to watch everyone else develop too. 🙂
That’s one of the joys of the rodeo!
Flashing at the Ranch has opened up my writing in ways I never could have imagined! Not to mention belonging to such a fantastic literary community. You guys are the best! <3
Aww Norah, you are always so incredibly encouraging, both you and Charli. Thank you so much…I’m just thrilled you’ve enjoyed this challenge and not thought too badly of me with my confession of wicked wranglings, ha! I’m honoured that you remembered Homemade Cider! I can see those two women now, but I am not sure what really happened…other than a bad end for the husband. Maybe I should write it again and find out 😉 Ahhh…the beauty of flash and fiction! And yes, I too was fascinated with Charli’s exporation of the why behind the crime. What a wonderful Rodeo for us all! 🙂 <3
The Homemade Cider could be a good candidate for “TUFFing” it out. It has been a fun Rodeo. With just one last contest to go, I’m already getting my spurs ready for next year! 🙂
And I’ll be spurring along right beside you Norah! I love your TUFF idea….hmmmm….let’s see! What a great time this has been, so thrilled to join in! 🙂
It has been fun, but TUFF is being a bit elusive for me. Must get it done. Must get it done. 🙂
Oh, I think Norah is right. It would be a good one to explore through TUFF…in 2018!
Bring on 2018!!! <3
I intend to join in sounds fun! Going out now for a while to enjoy the sunshine but will come back later with darks thoughts of murder in mind, Sherri, Charli! Never written murder before so it might be a bit lame but always good to try new things. 🙂
Hope you come back with bright dark thoughts, Marje! 😀
Keep those dark thoughts rolling Marje…thanks so much for entering! A new challenge keeps us on our toes…and watches our backs 😉
Putting this in as a Challenge entry. While it has some ‘trump’
it might be a little mushy…
Challenge piece 109 words
Title: The Cereal Killer
When playing Bridge it was hard not to use political
posturing. None at the table supported the same parties.
So it was agreed to leave disagreements in that realm for
There was always one who just couldn’t stop from putting
Their two cents in when it wasn’t wanted. Spoiling this
leisure time in the retirement community.
Ernie had just about all he could take from the haughty
Frederick. It was too bad that the ladies might miss him.
And who was going to question the death of an eighty nine
year old man with no family?
Ernie poisoned Fredrick’s oatmeal. Took a week for Fred
Cereal killer! Great challenge, Jules!
I had Cheerios for breakfast…should I be worried?
I thought Cheerios were bagel seeds….
No, not to worry – but check your oatmeal… if you are around Ernie.
I do enjoy a bowl of oatmeal, I admit… and bagel seeds? You’ve got me with that one!
Just entered the competition hope you received my entry okay.
Yes, Marje! It came through on a dark and stormy night…
Ha ha! Xxx
Yay…got it safe and sound Marje and can’t wait to read it! Dark and stormy night? Now that’s what I’m talking about, and it being Halloween and all… Good luck! xxx
Another challenge piece… Maybe it could have gone in the Humor Event?
Is there such a thing as having too much fun. At least I didn’t ‘cut the cheese’.
Title : Dante’s Meltdown…
(109 words, and yes it is downright cheesy…)
The Big Swiss, wasn’t like the cheese. He was more like
Herman Munster. And it would take an Abbot’s Gold to
move him. Unless of course you were Ms. Natural.
Dante was desperate. There were some holes in his
his impromptu responses to the private Gumshoe’s
questions about the bad axe saga and left him in dire
need to either leave Sandy Creek and the new
relationship he was building with Bella Lodi and her
Uncle Baron Bigod.
Dante cried begging Ms. Natural the Fat Bottom Girl who
was the Farmer’s daughter. She agreed that Finn was not
in the Fellowship Too. Big Swiss’d kill Figaro Finn for her.
Note : Swiss, Muenster/ Munster (OK I took a little liberty
with that…) , Abbot’s Gold, Ms. Natural, Dante,
Impromptu, Bad Axe, Saga, Sandy Creek, Bella Lodi,
Baron Bigod, Fat Bottom Girl, Farmer, Finn, Fellowship Too,
and Figaro are all names of cheeses.
(I did use a net found alphabetical list of cheeses to ‘grate’
haphazardly at best the names that came my ‘whey’… )
We’re all funny now that the pressure to be funny is off! 😀 Grate names of cheese and clever story! Melt it all down and get into my fondue pot!
LOL Charli 😀
Well you certainly strung me along with this one Jules…reminds me of a young woman by the name of Somerset Brie who went on a hot date with a nice bit of Danish Blue. Sadly, it didn’t work out. Would love to know whey… Ha! See what you’ve started? Loving your flashes…and like I said, send me over those batteries if you can… 😀
So kind of you to keep the Limburger… away. 🙂
No, whey, what a story! 😀
Lolllll….whey to go! 😀
The text message came at lunch.
DUKE MURDERED KEMPER
Sam started to type “How?” or “When?” but what did it matter? He’d gotten sloppy. Careless. And now, retracing his steps, he knew he was to blame.
He was with Kemper last.
Arriving late, Sam found his wife on the couch, a glass of wine at the ready. Beside her lay a disemboweled monkey. Duke at her feet, busy with the stuffing.
His wife shot him a smile fit for a boss. She picked up the shredded monkey. “Found this guy over in Northside, Took some surgery but it passed inspection. Now we have to dump the body.”
Ha! I’ve witnessed a couple of such horrific disembowelments. Stories of dogs and kids and teddy bears! Great framing, Pete. At first I was thinking the Boss was all kinds of wicked psycho. Nope, just a mom covering for dad and the dog!
Haha, me too Charli! The boss wasn’t who I imagined, loved the twist, and thankfully no gore here, stuffing notwithstanding. Great flash Pete 🙂
Okay. ..I’m finally moving out of my comfort zone! I’ve just entered my very first writing competition! Yeah!!
Yay, thanks so much Gloria! Got it, safe and sound; I’m truly honoured to receive your very first writing competition entry and wish you all the best 🙂
Fabulous, Gloria! So glad you stepped out and onto the Ranch!
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Well, drat. I so wanted to get an entry in for this one, but the double deadline today killed me. Got in just under the wire for #7, but will have to sit this one out. Boo.
Ah, drats, Lisa! It got intense by the end of the Rodeo, and you rode well!
I’ve really enjoyed it. I think I’ll be posting the “murderous vibe” this morning as a challenge. Off to saddle up.
Yee-haw! *waves hat in the air*
Challenge entry right here – well, over on my blog. Check it out! http://www.themeaningofme.com/how-does-your-garden-grow/
Glad you entered the challenge Lisa…great flash!!
Me, too. Thanks, Sherri!
Welcome Lisa 🙂
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