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The air couldn’t be better had I a magic wand. It wavers in temperature between warm and cool, reminiscent of a perfect spring day when long sleeves are no longer needed to bask outside. The air holds the tune of a trio of late summer sounds in a town poised to trade tourists for students.

Down the hill toward Finlandia’s football field, whistles shrill sharply and coaches bark directions. I can hear the multitude of football players shout before a play. Soon, practice will give way to games, and the roar of a crowd will join the chorus. Pleasantly warm as it is, this sound reminds me to buy a Finlandia University blanket so I can bundle up and watch the fall games.

Up the hill toward the Houghton County Fairgrounds, I can make out the distant bellow of a microphone. The words flow like batter and none form meaning. Although I can’t understand what the announcer broadcasts to the fair-goers, I pick up the magical vibe of fair time. It reminds me of rodeos and that we will soon host the 2018 Flash Fiction Rodeo.

My neighborhood is small with spacious lots for yards and woods. Mining companies built most of the homes, but just a few blocks away, old homesteads remain evident among more modern homes built for the college trade of housing students and faculty. Half a block away is the fire station. I can’t see it because two mining homes and a copse of maples block its view.

But I hear the magic.

Pipers practice the bagpipes once a week. Most afternoons, I’ve missed them. But on this most exceptional day with its pitch-perfect air currents, I hear the pipers piping and the rapping of snare drums in accompaniment. I’ve hauled my work outside to the deck table to better drink in the trio of sounds as if a single summer day was attempting to bottle the essence.

As I work, I think about magic and writing. I ponder a recent Master Class I took on Calm with Elizabeth Gilbert, author of “Eat, Pray, Love.” Calm is an app I downloaded several years ago to practice daily meditation. You have to purchase the subscription to access the Master Classes, but they are worth it. Here’s a snippet from Elizabeth Gilbert’s class:

The hour-long class shifted my thinking which is why I sit out here among a bouquet of sounds, thinking. Gilbert says writers have three days. I’ve digested her course and summarize it as it fits my experience.

Day One is inspiration. Today is a Day One kind of day. The musical sounds float between my ears and spray sparks across synapses. One bubble of magic becomes a memory I don’t have but can envision — bagpipes playing for the Kincaid Clan in the Highlands. Another emerges as a future hope — sitting with new Finlandia friends to watch the Lions play, finally learning the nuances of American football. The third pops quickly like a burst of excitement displayed as fireworks. This feels like inspiration and even the mundane task of writing course material zips along.

Day Two is the apocalypse. That’s the kind of day when after the third draft the realization hits that it sucks worse than the first. Day Two is finding out your lovely characters are loathsome because you can’t get what you feel inside on the page, so readers understand. The story implodes. The beautifully constructed sentence collapses like a commuter bridge at rush hour. Day Two is when fear speaks up.

Day Three is our chance to accept our creativity or collapse under the scrutiny of fear. It’s when we claim our right to be here. Our right to create. If you believe in a writer’s perseverance or tenacity, Day Three is the day to overcome. Yet Gilbert makes a good point about what we can choose to do “when a magical idea comes knocking”:

“You can clear out whatever obstacles are preventing you from living your most creative life, with the simple understanding that whatever is bad for you is probably also bad for your work.” ~ Elizabeth Gilbert

I read this article after I took her Master Class, and I ordered her book, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. On the air this perfect day as I pondered Gilbert’s words, I realize I had forgotten to live a creative life. That was the goal. Not to produce. Not to have successes. Not to have failures. But to have a creative life.

Leaving Idaho had been so painful for me that I couldn’t even go back and look at my own blog from Elmira Pond Spotter. That was me living the creative life. I wasn’t fearless then, I’m not fearless now. I’ve been brave. The difference is that instead of joyfully creating, I now suffer to create.

I remember feeling awe at crafting drafts. Now I feel inadequate. I want my awe back. And here at the Ranch is where the spark resides. Carrot Ranch is Day One. Every week, it’s Day One. No matter what kind of Day Two I might be having, creativity knows no bounds. You all teach me that week after week.

One prompt, and no story is the same. Even when two or more get a similar idea, each writes it out differently. Inspiration comes, and writers grab the ideas like magic. And that’s the kind of magic, Gilbert is talking about. Ideas are living, breathing things. Think of them as bubbles floating all around us, bobbing off my shoulders to yours, seeking a writer to co-create with to manifest the idea.

As the bagpipes fade to silence and the fair noises drift away, I hear one last sharp whistle from the football field, and I vow to reclaim my magic. I want to regain the space for creating in joy.

“…I am a human being made not only of matter but of consciousness who has urges and impulses and desires and asthetics that allow me to want to participate in creation as is my human right as a child of creation. That’s who I am.” ~Elizabeth Gilbert

You are all invited to join the 2018 Flash Fiction Rodeo in October which is multi-event contest. Rodeos aren’t just for cowboys and cowgirls — they are a chance for writers to exhibit skills and compete for top prize. There will be five contests in October (a new one launches every Wednesday, and you have one week to compete). Each contest will name three winners, and first prize is $25.

There’s a sixth contest, and it takes qualifying for — only five contestants will be selected to compete in October. To qualify, you must enter one of five TUFF Free-Writes. It’s a contest that must include the revealed prompt, and you only have 24 hours to respond. So it’s writing by the seat-of-your-pants. Go to the link above for the 2018 Rodeo for more details.

That’ll give us all a big shot of creativity. And remember — if fear strikes, choose to be brave. Choose to be joyful. Choose to be creative. You have the right to be here! Let’s write some magic…

August 23, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, a moment or idea, or use it as a verb. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by August 28, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments. Rules & Guidelines.

 

Up to His Tricks (from Rock Creek) by Charli MIlls

“Wanna see a magic trick?” Hickok splayed a deck of cards to Monroe.

“Pa doesn’t like hands playing cards.” The boy glanced at the barn door expecting Cobb to materialize.

“We’re not gaming. Just magic. Pick a card, any—”

“Monroe, your Ma is asking for you. Said to bring her the hen eggs.” Sarah stood in the door, arms crossed.

Monroe shuffled and then ran out the door. Sarah had to address the new hand before he got on Cobb’s wrong side.

Ready for her scolding, Hickok winked and smiled a boyish grin. “Wanna see a magic trick?”


224 Comments

  1. cindy knoke says:

    You write beautifully.

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  4. syncwithdeep says:

    That was a beautiful story Charlie.
    Thanks for the prompt Charlie. Here is my take
    https://syncwithdeep.wordpress.com/2018/08/24/magical-me/

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  5. TanGental says:

    yes ditto to the above; it’s lyrical, you write in verse for a prose world. That is in and of itself magic. Bravo, brave Charli. Pens poised and in we dive….

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  6. Charli: A beautiful, brave story. My opinion that just the “stuff” of everyday life saps our creativity or at least it does mine. When the day isn’t filled with obligations, I can feel that spark of creativity and try to take advantage of it. General family and other obligations, however, can kill it in a heartbeat.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Rosemary, it often saps our creativity and our reserves. I’m all for filling up the well and having as many Day One experiences as possible to help feed the longer every days that want to snuff it all out. Protect the spark and dance on!

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  8. Hey Charli! 🙂
    Lovely prompt!!

    Here’s my take on the prompt:
    https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2018/08/24/flash-fiction-magic/

    Happy reading! 🙂

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  9. […] Carrot Ranch prompt August 23, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, a moment or idea, or use it as a verb. Go where the prompt leads. Respond by August 28, 2018. […]

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  10. Jules says:

    Charli and Crew,

    I might be back with another, but I find magic in challenges and so I combined this prompt with another for this poetic offering. There is a photo at my post. And the word list with a twist. The title is the link to the post (please use the title link – my icon goes to a closed site) – Enjoy:

    On the Occasion of the Poet’s Being Challenged (or TGIF)

    Magic for me, starts at dusk
    after the sun has retired.
    One must wait an entire cycle
    for the moonflower to bloom.
    Defenceless against the weather,
    the desire to grow at night
    in shadow is strong.

    I find a quality in dusk turning to night
    that makes it seem as if the silver river
    flows slower over the stones.

    The heat of a summer day
    makes me tired.
    I discover strength in darkness.
    Uncover the burdens of night dreaming
    and cover myself in moon glow.

    Repeat over and over a mantra of freedom.
    “It is Friday, it is Friday!”

    ©JP/dh

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  11. Frank Hubeny says:

    Magic by Frank Hubeny

    On a blue planet people believed in nothing that they couldn’t see. No ghosts. No gods. No angels.

    There were natural laws. That magic was powerful. The more it worked, the more they believed. Those who doubted were educated until they believed or in extreme cases there were prisons. In really extreme cases there were nuclear options.

    The people on the blue planet made a lot of money except for those who didn’t and so everyone who counted was happy.

    Things went very well until the “fay-rees”, as they became known after The Event, had their fill of it.

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  12. […] August 23: Flash Fiction Challenge […]

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  13. […] It can be a supernatural force, a moment or idea, or use it as a verb. Go where the prompt leads. https://carrotranch.com/2018/08/24/august-23-flash-fiction-challenge/ The ranks were gathered, thousands staring at the wondrous sight. Whispers of ‘where did it […]

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  14. Here’s mine Charli

    The ranks were gathered, thousands staring at the wondrous sight.
    Whispers of ‘where did it come from’ and ‘what was it’ filtered through the regimental columns, no-one making any effort to climb the mossy mound to investigate.
    Their Leader came to the front and once he had their full attention, announced that it was indeed magic, a Gift from the Gods.
    Their prayers had been answered and their diligence rewarded.
    This crystal globe contained a never ending source of the water they so badly needed.
    He thus called upon his ant armies to carry it and its precious cargo.

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  15. […] back at her. “What a demonstration of love,” she thought. “Love isn’t magic! It is evidence of God’s unfailing love for us broken humans that He would grant us such […]

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  16. Jules says:

    Adding some fiction – though if you go to the post you’ll get some info on Azrael. Remember the title is the link to the post (my icon goes to a closed site); Enjoy:

    Adamant Acceptance

    Young Kendra willed magic. Ever since the first time death
    visited her family. Maybe Azrael possessed some healing
    powers? The girl wanted to communicate with those
    who had crossed over. Since the ones who were still
    around didn’t really communicate very well.

    Didn’t the adults read any of the books that contained
    rituals for magic? If they had maybe they wouldn’t
    shout so much or rub salt in old wounds. How could
    they live with themselves?

    Kendra would read all the books, even if they
    believed she could not read. She would whisper,
    repeat and most of all believe.

    ©JP/dh

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  17. Here’s my contribution for this week….

    The show is for holiday makers. A drum ensemble, a rhythmic trance like beat. Chanting. But after midnight, and long after the tourists have gone to bed, the drumming starts again. Hypnotic. Pounding.
    It draws those of a spiritual disposition down to the beach. A handful of tourists. Maybe five in total. Dancers with swirling skirts. Voodoo. Who knows?
    Everyone is mesmerised. The waves lap the shore. The Full moon illuminates the sand, waves and trees. The breeze, a soft caress. The drumbeat pounds on. Everyone dances. The sound of horns fills the air. Tribal. A timeless ritual. Magic.

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  18. Hi Charli
    Thanks for sharing and including the article by Elizabeth Gilbert. I’ve often found that creativity articles written for writers help me to be a more mindful reader. A way of “tuning” in into the thinking of the writer.

    Your post reminded me of a great storyteller (probably more than one actually) — the “1001 stories of Scheherazade”.

    So Carrot Ranch writers + creativity + magic = 1001 FF stories! or more…

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Saifun, I agree with your insights on reading creativity articles. I enjoy the relationships to creativity between writers and readers. We can’t have literary art without both, and it gives us much to ponder and discover. I love it — Carrot Ranch writers + creativity + magic = 1001 FF stories!

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  19. denmaniacs4 says:

    A 1966 Really Groovy Incident

    I wasn’t supposed to be home the day that Alan dropped by with Lita and Louise, two Oregonian hitchhikers.

    “Picked them up on the freeway,” he said. “They need a place to crash and I…” and he explained…two rooms, one wife and a huge red setter with bladder problems.

    “I can see it’d be awkward,” I commiserated, adding, “In any case, we’re a commune. We can always make extra beds magically appear.”

    The Oregonians were exceptionally close.

    Still, Lita and I quickly found…mutual ground.

    Only Louise needed her own bed.

    Everyone was good with that.

    That first night, anyways.

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  20. […] Written for the August 23rd Flash Fiction Challenge […]

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  21. tnkerr says:

    Here’s what I came up with as I considered the concept of “Magic” What is more magical than the imagination of a child?

    Waves of assassins, ninjas, and marauders had already been turned away by the intrepid Timmy McNab. Dead and wounded were piled, like cordwood, against the back fence while weapons of all types lay scattered throughout the garden. When the whistle sounded, our hero held up one finger stopping an attacking pirate who waited; cutlass in his left hand, dagger in the right, pistol tucked into the black sash around his waist.

    “Sorry, Cap’n,” That’s Mom. I gotta go, dinner time.”

    “No fair, Timmy it’s my turn.” The pirate groused.

    “We’ll play again tomorrow, after breakfast. You can go first.”

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  22. […] Ernest and Ilene come through. This week they are helping me with two prompts in one flash; the Carrot Ranch August 23, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, […]

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  23. Footloose

    Ilene Higginbottom pulled a folding chair from the bed of the El Camino and joined Marge and Ernest where they sat in their camp chairs outside the shop.
    “That’s a pretty fancy camp chair, Ilene, dual cup-holders, and look at you, it reclines too!”
    “Yeah, I like to put my foot up. This’s the last thing I bought with my ex-boyfriend’s money before letting him go; only thing about him appealed to me was his magic mailbox.”
    Ernest squeezed Marge’s hand before going for more beer, told her he’d start dinner.
    “Marge,” said Ilene, “What you’ve got is real magic.”

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  24. […] following post, “Outward Manifestations” is written in response to Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s prompt: “… a story that includes […]

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  25. Loved your prompt response, it made me smile.

    My response should show up as a pingback. Thanks for another great prompt!

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  26. Oh, how I look forward to your weekly essays introducing the prompt, Charli. I experienced the sounds, the sights, the feel of your neighborhood poised on the change of seasons and activities. Such a lovely way to introduce the 2018 Flash Fiction Rodeo. What fun this looks to be! I will participate as much as time and creative spark allow! Here is my take on this week’s prompt. Chester is back and he’s got big problems.

    The magic of decision-making

    Ruth was on a mission to purge. She examined a round, black object she retrieved from the bottom of the trunk.

    “Chester, this yours?”

    “Yup.”

    “Why have you held onto it?”

    “It means a lot to me. It helped me make some major decisions through the years.”

    “Like what?”

    “Remember when I was thinkin’ about quittin’ school? Magic eight ball said, ‘My reply is no.’”

    What else?”

    Chester remained silent.

    “Magic eight ball, did Chester consult with you before he proposed to me? ‘Signs point to yes.’”

    Chester snatched the prophetic orb and pitched it into the dumpster.

    “Traitor!”

    https://www.shallowreflections.com/the-magic-of-decision-making-flashfiction/

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  27. […] Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/23/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, a moment or idea, or use it as a verb. Go where the prompt leads. […]

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  28. Liz H says:

    Magic and danger, and a plea for help.

    A Warning and a Plea

    Lucy’s footsteps echoed pale blue, up and over the far reaches of Karlssen’s Glacier.

    She took her time, minding her breath; these tower steps had been built by others taller than her six foot frame. Per her nature, she’d planned for extra effort to reach the peak.

    [Continue ]

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  29. oneletterup says:

    Great story Charli and thanks for the info about the master class. Elizabeth Gilbert is one of my favorite authors.
    My flash for the week:

    “Breakfast”

    Nobody even mentions the comet.
    But she saw it! Last night. Out the window.
    Would they even believe her?
    Nobody believes her. Ever.

    The little boy squints at her over his oatmeal.
    “Come on…what’s your name?”

    She shakes her head. Chews.
    The little girl smiles at her.

    If only she could stay here forever.
    She wishes hard for a magic wand.
    Poof! She would belong in this blue house with the swings.
    This nice man. This nice lady. This little girl and little boy. And her. Safe.

    She would stop remembering.
    And she’d never have to go back.

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  30. Seeing Is Believing

    “Pal, watcha doin’ way out here all by yersef?”
    “Felt like bein’ alone, Kid.”
    “The ranch hands is all busy corrallin’ stories ’bout magic Pal.”
    “Jist wanted ta git away, lay out here unner the stars. ’Sides, I don’t believe in magic. Since yer here, set still, listen ta the popple leaves whisperin’.”
    “The Ranch is out west Pal, call ’em Aspen or cottonwoods.”
    “They whisper the same songs, Kid. Now look’t that big orange moon through the silhouetted treetops. Eh? Look ‘t that star strewn night sky. I tell ya Kid, it’s… it’s…”
    “Magic?”
    “I believe it is.”

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  31. susansleggs says:

    Charli,
    I love your description of the creative sounds of your town/neighborhood. On a good day the sounds are a gift. I can also think of days they would be a curse when silence is what is needed to recharge and refocus. I indeed find the spark of creativity at the ranch because you give us a subject. I can run with a subject, it’s difficult and scary to come up with my own. I’m looking forward to the Rodeo

    I wrote two flashes. I would like to ask the ranch hands which has more impact. Thanks!

    Childhood – A Magical Time

    Now that I’m an old lady I can say my favorite sound is a symphony of night time bug noises. I remember the music lulling me to sleep when I was a little girl and I kept the window by my bed wide open. During the day we built forts in the woods, raided the garden for snacks, and enjoyed getting dirty and tired. I didn’t know enough to worry about being hungry, having money problems, alcoholism, or cancer. Today the bug music takes me back to that magical time so I can clear my mind to fall asleep.

    *

    A Magic Sound

    “Child, open the window by my bed.”
    “Nurse told me not to. Too humid tonight.”
    “Don’t have nothin’ to do with hot or cold; has to do with bugs.”
    “How’s that?”
    “If you open that window like I asked, I can hear them bugs singin’. That sound is magic.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “Cause that’s the first sound I remember. Lulled me to sleep before I knowed what meanness, goin’ without, prejudice, and drinkin’ was. Can still do the same if I can just hear that singin’.”
    “Can I leave if I open the window so’s I don’t get blamed?”
    “Course.”

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  32. Ruchira Khanna says:

    Hi Charli,

    You have been my support system, and thanks to you I have been churning books.

    I wish the same for you. ‘To take inspiration from the incidents that hit you’ is what makes me want to write and write.

    My take:

    https://abracabadra.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-magic-pill.html

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Ruchira, you have put in so much effort into writing your books and conveying the kind of stories that reveal the vulnerabilities and strengths of diverse humans joining up in their lives. I’m so proud of what you’ve accomplished and improving your craft each time as every author should do. Thank you for reflecting back what inspires you. It does, me, too and I appreciate the reminder.

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  33. […] Charli Mills Carrot Ranch: August 24, 2018 Flash Fiction Challenge – Magician […]

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  34. Hi Charli,

    I like the Day One, Day Two, Day Three analysis. Yes, you have Day one with us every week. Every week is a new beginning of something.

    Here’s my story of the week:

    ~

    Magician

    “Danny, you’re my helper. Get me a chopstick and a cloth napkin.”
    Uncle Pat shaped his left hand like a funnel, pushed the center of the napkin into it with the four corners flapping like petals. He poked the thin end of the chopstick into the napkin fiercely to the bottom, then pulled it through and shook the napkin in the air.
    “Uncle, you didn’t poke a hole!”
    “It’s magic.”
    “Do it again.”
    “Next time.”
    Three days later.
    “Hello, sis, how are you doing?”
    “Danny poked a hole through three cloth napkins.”
    “He’ll be a great magician one day.”

    https://theshowersofblessings.com/2018/08/25/august-23-flash-fiction-challenge/

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  35. janmalique says:

    How uplifting! You offer us a chance to indulge in wondrous things. I’ll certainly post an offering soon Charli.

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  36. Pal Pays PayPal

    “Hey, Kid.”
    “What’s up, Pal?”
    “I been thinkin’ on all thet Shorty’s doin’; second anthology, the rodeo…”
    “Yep. Shore is a worker. Gives so much a hersef ta the Ranch.”
    “Well, Kid, I found a magic button thet’ll hep us give ta the Ranch too.”
    “Thought ya didn’t believe in magic.”
    “Well, I’m beginnin’ ta. Ya jist go up ta the upper left hand corner an’ push some buttons and Kazam! Magically the Ranch is gifted.”
    “You ain’t so gifted though. It ain’t magic; ya gotta pay, Pal.”
    “So? I’m happy ta pay fer some Ranch magic. It’s priceless.”

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  37. Norah says:

    You’ve captured the magic in your words, Charli. Beautiful.
    I listened to Big Magic read by Elizabeth Gilbert last year. Brilliant. I highly recommend it. I recognise the article to which you linked as being from it. She makes a lot of sense.
    You are preparing us all for the challenge that will be the October Rodeo. There will be many riders sitting in the saddle of creativity this time round. It will do us well to listen to the creative wisdom of Elizabeth Gilbert.
    The notion of ideas being “out there” ready for someone to pick is one that I came across many years ago and have always found interesting. It has been stated by many and supposedly explains why there are often books on similar themes published, and movies with similar storylines produced, at the same time. It must also explain why books similar to my stories were published not long after my manuscripts were rejected. Too much the same.
    I enjoyed your flash and the first meeting of Sarah and Hickok. I was also interested that Sarah was doing Mary’s bidding. I wonder what magic Hickok had in mind.
    I was hoping for contact with creativity’s magic today but I think it was out of state. I’ll post my link in a little while.

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    • Norah says:

      I am back with my story: https://wp.me/p3O5Jj-1cE (Scroll to the end)

      A Sprinkle of This and a Pinch of That

      “Whatcha doin?”
      “Makin’ a spell.”
      “What sorta spell?”
      “A magic spell.”
      “Can I help?”
      “Sure.”
      “Whadda I do?”
      “Put stuff in the pot.”
      “What sorta stuff?”
      “Gotta read the recipe.”
      “What’s it say?”
      “Ya gotta read it.”
      “I can’t.”
      “Oh. Okay. I’ll help. Look, it says …”
      Mum stopped at the door to the kitchen. “Wha— What are you doing?”
      “Nothin’,” mumbled the older.
      “Makin’ magic spells,” grinned the younger, covered in flour from head to toe.
      “What sort of magic spell?” asked Mum, wishing for her own magic spell.
      “Take us to outa space.”
      “Can I come too?”

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    • Charli Mills says:

      I’m not surprised to learn you’ve already listened to Big Magic. I’m a late-comer to Elizabeth Gilbert, and I’m drinking up all the elixir she has to share on creativity. Yes, it is a thought I’ve encountered before and observed as you have — ideas nudge their way into existence and if not us, then somewhere else. I wonder if it has more to do with thoughts we all process given our place and time and influences. I think it’s what the masters call Muse.

      Your post on reading was fascinating. Like ideas, reading requires a rich environment in which to thrive. Makes me wonder how we can create those environments for ourselves to create. In one way, that’s what the Ranch is about. A safe space, a rich place, to let ideas come to fruition or discover new ones. I love your flash! Once again, you have such mastery over writing the perspective from children.

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      • Norah says:

        I was a latecomer to Elizabeth Gilbert too. Her name had been mentioned so often, and I watched a TED talk by her, that I thought I just needed to take the plunge. I love it when I find an audiobook to listen to. I generally devour it all in small bites. I buy too many digital and paper books that languish, started by unfinished.
        I think so much of the commonality of our ideas is to do with the environment in which we live. We build upon the ideas of others. It’s not surprising so many of us go in the same direction, even if each is unique.
        I think the Ranch you have created is a perfect environment for encouraging creativity. We all start with a common idea but give it our unique flavour; like my writing from a child’s perspective. Sometimes it feels so naive beside the work of others, but it needs to be to get inside their heads. I thank you for appreciating my child-like writing.

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      • Charli Mills says:

        I’m the opposite, Norah — my purchased audiobooks languish! It’s hard to give them space with podcasts and music. I’m grateful we can have many ways to access books. Yes, I was curious about the EG fuss, too and glad I took the plunge. Good point about ideas arising from shared environments, and also easier access to mainstream information. And yet… we can each put a unique touch to ideas as we see here each week, including your ability to capture the perspective from or of children.

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  41. […] 23, 2018, Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, a […]

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  42. The Feather

    I finished my gardening chores and wrapped the hose into a coil. There on the ground was a tiny grey feather. I picked it up and placed it under my gloves on the table for safe keeping.

    I walked toward the front garden where my daylilies drooped. I held the spray over the plants, and there on the ground was another gray feather!

    I hurried to retrieve the first feather, but it was gone. It was then, the magic of the moment struck me. Without a doubt, this feather had wanted me to find it. What could it mean?

    ***

    A memoirist I will never be, but nevertheless, this happened to me last week. There is plenty of evidence that finding a feather (or a magical one, as I did) represents some good omens.

    Two days later, I found a black feather, much larger, lodged in the rocks across from where I sit on my patio. Coincidence? Not to this fairy whisperer…

    Stop by my blog to click on the link to learn about finding feathers: https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/08/27/the-feather-flash-fiction/. ❤

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  44. Annecdotist says:

    Oh, I recognise those Days! And sometimes there are far too many Day Twos. I’m sorry you’re struggling to find your groove at the moment, but you’ve a lot to grieve, with the loss of that idyllic creative life. I wonder if you’re also anxious about your new venture at the university, exciting as it is. Or that might be my projection as I overprepare for leading a workshop next month, having done almost no teaching for ten years.

    But writing does feel like magic sometimes, doesn’t it? Those moments make it so worthwhile.

    My magic flash comes with a post about a just-published magic-realist/slipstream story. If any Ranchers can find the time I’d love your opinion on this story as I’m trying to make up my mind whether to resurrect a novel based on the same ideas.

    Should I stretch this short story to a novel? https://annegoodwin.weebly.com/1/post/2018/08/should-i-stretch-this-short-story-to-a-novel.html

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    • robbiecheadle says:

      I thought your story was very unusual and interesting, Anne. A demonstration of the power of suggestion and thoughts over the physical body. I think you could easily build this idea into something longer and I think its uniqueness would make it attractive for readers.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Too many Day Twos, Anne! But they are a necessary part of the process. I think I’m actually looking forward to the classroom. It’s only 10 hours a week, and I get to structure it any way I like provided it teaches the expected skills. I’m going to start the class with Day 1. I think as introverts, we can feel reluctant to do some of these public activities, but I find it’s worth braving.

      Your story of Eve is fascinating. I like this slipstream genre. Now, why do I like it but have difficulty with autofiction? Isn’t it sort of the same thing, though opposite? Slipstream uses reality to make the fantastical seem plausible whereas autofiction colors memory. You could do a workshop on the topic!

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  45. robbiecheadle says:

    As always, an interesting post Charli. There is magic everywhere, if you just know where to look for it. My post is about magic mushrooms but not the kind that first comes to mind. https://bakeandwrite.co.za/flash-fiction-magic-mushrooms/

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  46. I love listening to the trio of your late summer sounds Charli…your evocative description takes me right back to that space between tourists leaving and students arriving. I remember sharing that same space with my children when I returned home from spending the summer with my family to our home in California before a new school year began. The space filled with back to school shopping and a last round of swimming lessons 🙂 I don’t remember hearing any bagpipes, though! Love your flash and the way you show the start of the relationship between Cobb and Hickok…and the way Hickok charmed the ladies. Or did he? Hmmm… You’ve inspired me to reclaim the joy of creativity, in turn inspired by Elizabeth Gilbert’s quotes. Suffering is too damn exhausting. No idea where my flash ending came from..surprised the heck out of me! Must be magic! 🙂 ❤

    Magic Moment

    ‘Happy Birthday, hope you like it!’

    Colin tore off the wrapping paper revealing a child’s magic set to roars of laughter from his friends.

    ‘Thanks guys…nice one…you bastards.’

    Colin laughed along, but the memory of his family’s teasing when he had put on his first magic show as a kid still stung. Not that his friends knew. It didn’t matter. They only knew that Colin was a media sensation after his win on Britain’s Got Talent.

    ‘Drinks on me.’

    Everybody turned as Simon Cowell arrived carrying a magnum of champagne.

    Nothing beat the magic of that night for Colin.

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  47. […] The Feather I’m racing through the trees. […]

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  48. paulamoyer says:

    I am here just to say “hi” this week. Weird stuff, including a dental extraction today, has interfered with my creative juices. I know, that 99 words should feel like a breeze. But even writing this, I nodded off and had about 70 z’s. Looking forward to participating when I’m ale and hearty!

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