January 21: Flash Fiction Challenge

Written by Charli Mills

Charli Mills, a born buckaroo, makes literary art accessible at CarrotRanch.com. She writes about the veteran spouse experience and women forgotten to history.

January 22, 2021

The old cliche goes like this — there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. My response is, I hope it’s not a train! We all get the concept, which is why cliches are well-used like a favorite pair of driving gloves in winter. Whenever we hop into the car to drive we put them on, overlooking their frayed edges. They do their job.

So, why are writers encouraged to purge cliches from their writing? The well-worn phrases become mindless substitutions and fail to create imagery in the mind of the reader.

Take the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. If I tell you that I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, most will understand that I see an end to a period of darkness. But what does that really mean? What is my period of darkness, or more to the point, what is your character experiencing?

Sally the tightrope walker suffers an illness that left her temporarily blind. Her light at the end of the tunnel could be the return of the spotlight on her rope. Beyond her emerging vision she could see hemp.

Betty Jo the Boston Terrier wandered off from her family on a camping trip. She walked 200 miles to get home. When the little dog turned down her street and saw an end to her arduous journey, she could see the kitchen light illuminating her dog door.

Miss Jernegon taught school on the alkali flats between ranches, wishing her life were more sophisticated. When she received a letter from a boarding school out east, she could hear the train that would carry her away from dust storms and starved cattle.

It’s late, and my examples aren’t stellar, but you get the idea. Instead of saying each character had come to the point in their story where they could see the light at the end of the tunnel, I looked for a way to express the idea of hopeful endings to difficult circumstances. You can search your characters’ setting or personality traits to inform a cliche.

Don’t worry about cliches in your first draft. They show up because they come to mind easily. When you revise, look for metaphors, similes, and familiar phrases in your work, and then think of how you can rebuild the concept.

At the crack of dawn becomes:

  • when the solar inferno crests the horizon
  • at the border between night and day
  • when robins summon the sun

Back-stabber becomes:

  • fake friend
  • the boss’s informant
  • cut worm

Flat as a pancake becomes:

  • flat as new iPhone
  • flat as a fat tire on a wilderness bike trail
  • flat as a dead heartbeat

When it comes to cliches, you can think outside the box…I mean, you can let your mind wander the fence-less prairie beyond the ranch. For fun and practice, we are going to tackle cliches periodically. Grab the bull by the…wait…grab the carrot by the top and pull. You know, roll up our sleeves…I mean, put on our work jeans and calf-poop encrusted boots and get to work on rewriting the light at the end of the tunnel in a story.

Quick update — the puppy is growing (teeth) and learning to beg for naps. I’m an easy target, willing to snuggle for naps on the couch. My thesis is in jeopardy. Time is flying…I mean time is slipping through…time is a back-stabber, a pizza parlor robber, a fickle cat at the back door.

January 21, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that rephrases “light at the end of the tunnel.” Think of how the cliche replacement communicates a hopeful ending and aligns with your character or story. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by January 26, 2021. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

The Promised Light by Charli Mills

Copper reminded Jess of Christmas caramels, all smooshed and clinging to the bedrock. After Pa died, the mine captain told Ma, “Send a son or get out of the company’s house.” Jess was built stronger than her brother with weak lungs. When she chopped her hair and changed clothes, no one said a word. Not even Ma.

Mostly, Jess fetched for the men or hauled buckets of copper caramels to the ore carts. Not much longer. Ma was cooking a plan to remarry another miner. Climbing nineteen stories of ladders, Jess thought the sun was the Star of Bethlehem.


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  1. Doug Jacquier

    The self-importance of being Ernest

    Ernest had heard that, in their dying moments, people see an incandescent light. He took that with a grain of salt, believing that, according to Murphy’s Law, when the lights are out there’s nobody home and to suggest otherwise was grasping at straws. He longed to rattle the cages of these speculators and suggest they’d fallen asleep at the wheel while putting lipstick on a pig. He didn’t want to act like a bull in a china shop but, to make a long story short, he thought this theory was about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle.

    • Anne Goodwin

      Love it! You’ve stolen the limelight.

      • Doug Jacquier

        Thanks, Anne, you’re as good as gold. 🙂

    • Sam "Goldie" Kirk

      I just submitted my entry and then scrolled down to the comment section. Your beginning sounds eerily like mine. I’m probably exaggerating, but still…

      I like how you packed your piece with those cliches. Special.

    • Liz H

      At least Ernest has a way with words & a turn of phrase!

    • denmaniacs4

      Cliché touché, Doug. Or perhaps Cliche coupché…

      • Doug Jacquier

        Many thanks. You’ve out-punned me this time. 🙂

    • Jules

      Well done like a Christmas Goose!

    • Charli Mills

      Well, that’s a feather in your cap, Doug!

    • Norah

      And not one cliche too far. 🙂

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      Frankly, Ernest, this shines. (Not shinola)

      • Doug Jacquier

        Thanks, D.

    • Charli Mills

      Good to find helpful folk when lost.

  2. D. Avery @shiftnshake

    The return of Jess! Well done, that flash.
    Oi. “It’s late” you say. That’s boggles my mind as by my clock 5am is early. But the darkest hour is right before the dawn, Boss, and as the say, if ya can’t get over it, go around it for you’ve many rivers to cross and the spilt milk under the bridge isn’t going to pour itself. Or something like that. And the early worm gets the rotting apple that didn’t fall far from the tree in the green grass on the other side of the fence, if ya know what I mean.
    I don’t, but thank you for the prompt and breathe and find the track that gets you where you’re going but leads away from the ledge. It’ll all work out.

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      “Yep, ol’ Shorty’s been playin’ with fire, burnin’ the candle at both ends, makes it hard ta see the light a day.”
      “Least ways Pal, she ain’t never kept her light unner a barrel.”
      “Reckon if it weren’t fer dark night, shinin’ stars’d be hard ta see.”

    • Anne Goodwin

      Five a.m. was it? I think we’re five hours ahead and I know I’d been up quite a while when it came in. Burning the candle at both ends all right!

    • Doug Jacquier

      Indeeed it will. After all, it’s not rocket surgery. 😉

      • D. Avery @shiftnshake

        Yer on a roll, Doug. (Not flat like a pancake)

    • Charli Mills

      I know what ya mean! And I was appreciative of Jess showing back up to have me look up as she climbed the ladders out of the copper mine. Early/late, time is flapping wings. It’ll be what it’ll be.

  3. Liz H

    Again, really loving your flash this week. Seeing Jess with a long, arduous journey through the darkness with the promised deliverance at the end. Which we know is also the beginning of another hard journey.
    But that is another story, to be told at another time…

    • Charli Mills

      Ah, yes, maybe the light at the end of the tunnel is what the chapter transition looks like.

  4. denmaniacs4

    Blight at the Bend of the Funnel

    Bill Engleson

    “And so, my friends, I pray that we will soon see the light at…”

    “Careening cliches, Blurt Man, he’s doing it again… gotta cover my ears…”

    “Charlie, you’re too tough on him. The People understand what it means. It’s what they’re expecting.”

    “Fifty times a day? A hundred? Kinda loses it’s punch.”

    “You think you can do any better?”

    “Mebbe. Let’s see. Glow worm at the end of the hook?”

    “Nah. Don’t think so.”

    “Okay. How about streetlight on a foggy London night?”

    “That’s better.”

    “Nose to the grindstone, then.”

    “You have got your work cut out for you.”


    • Anne Goodwin

      Nice one, Bill. Especially love the title!

    • Doug Jacquier

      Great stuff, Bill. Love to see more of Blurt Man. 🙂

    • Charli Mills

      Love the phrase, “careening cliches, Blurt Man.” And you did something with light at the end of the tunnel that I hadn’t thought of — to replace the words with rhyme. That’s a fun approach.

    • Portofino

      Platitudeman strikes again. Too many people have had so many clichés thrown at them that they stick. Fun write!

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      Funnely enough, I’m at a loss for words. Cat’s got my tongue?

  5. Anne Goodwin

    A great prompt, Charli. A good discipline to write without cliché, especially for an idea that the cliché encapsulates so well. You’ve led the way, however; good to see Jess again.

    My 99-word story is about a tourist cliché that nevertheless means a lot to Diana who is still at the forefront of my mind.

    The story: Sunrise over the pyramids

    The post: Have I swallowed a horse to catch a fly?


    • Doug Jacquier

      Excellent take on the prompt, Anne. 15 is a good age to realise that all that glisters is not gold.

    • Charli Mills

      Jess showed up before the dawn so I revised her story to put her in a mine shaft, Anne. Cliches might be harder for writers to detect than their editor counterparts. Yes, a good discipline to apply.

    • Jules

      My hubby didn’t faint, but says I almost broke his arm – twice!

      • Ritu

        Ooer! Right grip, I’m guessing!

      • Jules


    • Charli Mills

      An unexpected journey. At least one new parent had fortitude! Well done, Ritu.

      • Ritu

        Thanks Charli!

    • Norah

      Good one!

      • Ritu

        Thanks, Norah!

    • jgard3

      Yeah, I’d be that git if my wife and I had children.

      • Ritu


    • Liz H

      And I enjoyed reading it! It made me smile, Ritu!

      • Ritu

        Thanks, Liz! ????

  6. Doug Jacquier

    There’s no ‘right’ way in this space, Ritu. Loved your piece. I think Becky should ditch Jerk, sorry, Jake, at the first opportunity. 🙂

    • Charli Mills

      Just the write way! 😉

  7. Jules


    We can only imagine how tough life was for those families of the past who had so little control over their environments. One can only hope that Jess doesn’t have to stay in the mines for long.

    Here’s where I was drawn:
    tunnel vision?

    who can fathom what cataract eyes see
    familiarity with one’s surroundings
    makes up for some of the details
    ghost memories who walked where
    the spouse no longer in the house

    with the years of age piling high
    who can guess what dreams
    the old sailor envisions on the screens
    on the backs of those ancient baggy eyelids
    that won’t open before two in the afternoon

    how short is that road that will
    reunite husband with wife –
    the old sailor refuses to leave his ship –
    refuses to recognize the rising bilge water
    that is slowly draining his own life away


    • Charli Mills

      Jules, one of the copper mines on the Keweenaw had 19 levels of ladders and it took 45 minutes to climb out.

      What a poignant reflection on age and memory.

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      “the old sailor refuses to leave his ship”
      No matter what, the familiar ship is a hard thing to leave.
      Powerful poem, Lariat.

      • Jules

        Hard to recognize when the vessel is sinking when you can’t or refuse to see the holes…

  8. TanGental

    While the boys wait for their flight home, there’s time to think about cliches…

    ‘I think there’s some light at the end of the tunnel.’
    ‘British Airways are now digging a tunnel under the Atlantic?’
    ‘Ha ha, Logan. They’ve found a replacement plane and are preparing it. The engineers are prepping it and we should be good to go. Soon.’
    ‘Today? This week? Sometime before this diet of airport food fills me so full of chemicals I grow a third buttock?’
    ‘They hope today.’
    ‘You know, that wasn’t the light at the end of the tunnel.’
    ‘No, that was a British Airways numpty with a torch looking for somewhere to hide.’

    • Charli Mills

      May the boys survive the dreaded third buttock derived from fake food and fly their way home. It’s weird to think of travel right now. Some day!

    • Doug Jacquier

      Loved this 🙂

      • TanGental

        Thanks Doug!

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      Had to look up numpty. (By now I know a torch is a flashlight)
      I enjoyed the light in this flash, the humor and the twist.

      • TanGental

        Thanks Dede!!

  9. suespitulnik

    Hi Charli,

    I’m glad the puppy is making you take naps. I”m wondering if you can get a later date for your thesis to ease some of the stress.
    One of my vets is regularly highlighting any cliche I use in my writing and encouraging me to change it. I enjoyed your examples.
    One of the best things about writing a serial for the prompts you give us is my characters can constantly shift spots on their timeline. Michael thanks you for giving him the opportunity to tell us more about his recovery…

    A Breakthrough

    Clare, Michael’s physical therapist, nicknamed Clarice, was relentless. “Sergeant, there is absolutely no reason you can’t learn to walk on prosthetic legs other than your own stubbornness! Put them on and get out of that wheelchair.”
    To her surprise, he said, “Yes, ma’am. Hand them here.”
    She stared at him a few seconds. “You’ve been making excuses for weeks. What’s changed?”
    Michael grinned. “My prayers have been answered. Heard from home that my high school sweetheart’s leaving her husband. Now I have a reason to want to walk out of here, the sooner the better.”
    “That’s a new one.”

    • Charli Mills

      Hi Sue, yes, I am talking options with my advisor this weekend. She might have another suggestion, too. At least the puppy makes sure I get some rest. It’s good to have someone point out cliches if that’s the level of critique you want. I’m working on a way to help writers communicate what they need in critique groups. But later! As to shifting your timeline, I also like to write scenes that way, too. It’s at the revision level we arrange them. I love the shift in Michael’s mindset when he regains hope for his future. This week’s serial is poignant, coming after his proposal.

    • Norah

      When there’s purpose, there’s a way. I like this one.

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      Guess he just needed something to walk towards.
      Good one, Sue.

      • suespitulnik

        Thanks Dede. Charli seems to be providing prompts for me to fill in timeline events. It’s fun.

  10. Chel Owens

    😀 Great alternates on familiar phrases, Charli. 😀

    • Charli Mills

      Thanks, Chel.

  11. Norah

    Love all your examples and the challenge, Charli. You’re helping me see the light, I hope it flows from the tip of my pen like water, or my keyboard like music. I am sorry to hear your thesis is in jeopardy though, but I’m sure you’ll pull through to a brand new day – just as Jess saw the star of Bethlehem, your North Star will guide you through.

    • Charli Mills

      I’m following that North Star, Norah. I feel like I have strings tied to all my fingers and have to weave as I right. I’m waiting for the pattern to click.

      • Norah

        It will! It will!

    • Norah

      I’m back with my playful response. Thanks for joining me, D. and Charli. ???????? https://norahcolvin.com/2021/01/27/with-a-little-help-from-my-friends-flashfiction/

      With a Little Help from My Friends

      “Whatcha doing?”
      “Can I help?”
      The two girls dug side by side. Then D. broke the silence, “What’re we digging?”
      “A tunnel.”
      “Charli wants to come down too. We can’t use the zipline anymore. Anyways, going through a tunnel’s quicker’n going round.”
      “Looks jes like a hole to me.”
      “Tunnels always start as holes.”
      They continued digging. The pile of dirt grew higher as the hole got deeper.
      “Look. We can stand in it now,” said Norah.
      “How will we know when we get there?”
      “Easy. Charli’s waiting, holding a light to show us the way.”

      • D. Avery @shiftnshake

        Hee hee. Thanks for bringing me along Buddy.

        Norah calculated that they could tunnel to a place called Carrot Ranch.
        “Is it a real ranch?” D. asked.
        “As real a place as you can imagine.”
        “Norah? We zipped to Down Under. Are we digging to Up Over?”
        Digging with D. was a long haul. Then—
        “We’re there! So here we are.”
        And sure enough, there were carrots like orange stalactites.
        “Norah, would these carrots be stalagmites Down Under?”
        A carrot shimmied and shook and was pulled up through the ground! Through the hole where the carrot had been the girls could see Charli, standing in the light.

      • Norah

        Thank you so much for your brilliant addition to my story, D. You took it further than I could ever have imagined. I love that Charli was there with a carrot to open the ‘door’ and shine the light to show our way.

      • D. Avery @shiftnshake

        Your flash shows friendship and childhood very well. I love how the second girl jumps in and starts digging without even bothering about why at first.
        This took me right back to a considerably large hole I had one summer as a kid. It was a fort of sorts but now I think I might have been looking for the ranch and you all. Treasures.

      • Norah

        Yay! You found us!
        The second girl jumps in cause she jes knows it’s gonna be fun – and important! That’s what kids do. 🙂

      • Charli Mills

        It’s fun to play with you, Norah! See you in the pool!

      • Norah

        Can’t wait! 🙂

      • Charli Mills

        I love that carrots can be the door! Come on up over, the soil is fine, the light is shining!

      • Norah

        Yes. I love the carrots being the door too. Thanks for the welcome.

    • Charli Mills

      Lovely scene, Joelle, I like the clinging hope of the story.

      • floridaborne

        Thanks. 🙂

  12. jgard3

    After Megan said goodbye to Mom, they went to Kalahari. Steamed windows trapped exuberant voices echoing off fake rocks. They snaked up wooden steps to a platform overlooking the chaos.

    A lifeguard craned his head over the edge, then waved Megan through.

    She grabbed the lip of the tunnel and plunged into the darkness, each moment a snapshot: dropping suddenly—the day Mom revealed her illness; rising quickly—the brief hope of treatment; shifting sideways—the loss of hair; plummeting toward wavering lines of light—a heart monitor’s monotonous hiccup; Finally, cool blue water and Dad’s warm, immovable arms.

    • Liz H

      Fantastic link of memories of traumatizing loss with that slippery, out-of-control tumble down the tunnel. I am wowed, and sad for Megan.

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      That was a plunge pool all right. Poor kid. Bet she doesn’t climb back up those wooden steps.

    • Charli Mills

      That’s a powerful analogy crafted from a cliche. I like the thoughts at each twist and turn. Well done.

      Kalahari as in Wisconsin Dells?

  13. Sarah Brentyn

    Clichés. I have a love/hate relationship with those little buggers. I mean, they’re awful yet, as you said, we all get the concept and understand what people are trying to say when they use them. Also, they can be kind of fun to play with. But, depending on what you’re writing, it’s probably best to avoid them like the plague. 😉 Cheers!

    • Charli Mills

      Best to avoid an infestation of the little buggers! Oh, I got swept up into your story. It’s stuck with me.

      • Sarah Brentyn

        Thank you! I love so much if something I write sticks with a reader. That’s my goal (one of them, anyway).

        Here’s to avoiding an infestation. 😀

      • Charli Mills

        Your story had the right amount of details given and withheld.

  14. D. Avery @shiftnshake

    Coming In

    Skipper. Always a corncob pipe stuck in his mouth, puffin’ away like that’s what powered the boat. Remember one time we got caught out in a bad nor’easter. That corncob grew cold but he kept it clenched in his teeth as he steered through the troughs and waves, me shivering scared in the cuddy cabin. I didn’t believe we’d weather that one. Then somehow Skipper had a free hand to relight his pipe under the brim of his oilskin hat. The storm was still pounding wild, but that round glow chipping at the dark told me we’d come through.


    His hands at his chest clutching the blanket edge reminds me of him at the helm that night, our lives depending on his firm and determined grip. Now the electronic machines cast steady waves of green light, marking ebb and flow. If it were a depth finder I could read it. His breath wheezes like the gurgling stem of that corncob pipe. That tube in his throat, does he think that’s his pipe? Aren’t his lips moving, champing at the familiar bit? I want to believe he’ll weather this one. I watch his hands. Light your damn pipe, Skipper.

    • Doug Jacquier

      Brilliant, D. Beauthifully imagined and executed.

    • Liz H

      Wow. Heartbreaking, D.

    • Jules

      It is a tough nut to wish more for someone than they want to give.
      Some will fight, and other just want to give up.

      In this case, well I hope Skipper wants to make it just ‘cas I think he’s got the support he’ll need for recovery.

    • Charli Mills

      Masterfully executed. That’s how you break through cliches — with a corncob pipe, a brave story, and emotion.

      • D. Avery @shiftnshake

        Think you writer types call that a prop.

      • Charli Mills

        Give a character a prop! You pay attention. 🙂

    • Charli Mills

      Thanks for joining in! I’m glad it captured you!

      • Portofino

        Thank you for hosting it!

  15. D. Avery @shiftnshake

    Where It Leads

    “Pal, did’ja read this week’s post? S‘bout clichés, but this phrasin’ always strikes me: ‘out east’. Where I come from it’s ‘out *west*’ an’ ‘*back* east’. Shorty’s got it bass ackwards.”
    “Where’d ya come from?”
    “Back east.”
    “‘Splains a lot; like yer per-petchull greenhorn status, but it don’t ‘splain yer dialect whut drives spellchuck crazy.”
    “Folks that really pay ‘tention kin see that I’m more articulit an’ sophisticated then you. But ain’t ever’one out west from back east ‘rigin’ly?”
    “Jeez! Fer one, in.dig.en.ous.; fer two, buckaroos. Fer three, dudes an’ greenhorns.”
    “Was prompted west by carrot colored campfire light.”

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      Ugh. I’ve since cleaned this up. Always too quick on the trigger. But I made this bed and there it lies.

      • Charli Mills

        Ha, ha! I was born bass akwards, you know. Love the carrot-colored campfire.

  16. Liz H

    Here’s one for warmer climes and other times:

    Ligth at the End of the Tunnel

    Dipping her paddle expertly, Sara struggled against the increasingly muscular pull of the current. The sun rose, set, and rose again; unnoticed under the moss-choked cypress trees that canopied the dark creek.

    Pa’d gotten home from just one night of gambling away the dole; she’d hoped for a week, time enough to get herself free and clear. He must have been unlucky with the cards. No matter. He’d almost killed her last time; she had to go.

    Now, having joined the river, Sarah knew that if she kept paddling upstream, she’d find clear waters and an anonymous city.


    • Charli Mills

      Liz, great job of putting us in the danger of the character’s dark tunnel and revealing the light at clear waters and an anonymous city.

      • Liz H

        Thanks! Safe peril…

    • Liz H

      Very intense!

    • Sarah Brentyn

      Beautiful piece.

    • Charli Mills

      I nice piece of fiction that sprouted like a seed, waiting.

  17. reading journeys

    Hi Charli
    Great prompt!
    What a fantastic collection of enlightening FF!

    D. Avery’s FF “Coming In” reminded me of St. Elmo’s fire at sea — good omen for sailors.

    Reflecting over ideas re “Light at the end of the tunnel”
    — Faint glow of ideas
    This is soo irresistible!
    A challenge for me to write FF about
    candle-light or the blue glow of St. Elmo’s fire or will-o’-the-wisp or jack-o’-lantern; ghost-lights…lightsabers…


    • Charli Mills

      Hi Saifun,

      Good to see your imagination striking the flint for sparks. May you find your St. Elmo’s fire!

    • Charli Mills

      Great use of suspense. That seems an endless tunnel and waning light.

    • Liz H

      Finally! A diet I can easily join in on!

    • Charli Mills

      Great use of the prompt, Kavita!

    • denmaniacs4

      And no doubt lighter with the end of the diet…

      • Kavita Deo

        Yes definitely

    • Charli Mills

      You are on a roll, in the tunnel, Joanne!

  18. Kate

    The prompt played into what must all be feeling these days. Even our weather last week got into the act, giving us a glimpse of what awaits us after a few more winter storms. I decided to return to the hospital and Dr. Abby who I introduced as a character in a story last December.


    Abby flipped the switch to off and began removing the prongs from her patient’s nose.

    “Good news, Mr. Scarlatti, no more oxygen tubes today,” she said and handed him a cup of water.

    “Does that mean I can go home tomorrow?”

    “Let’s see how you do today and then we’ll talk.”

    “But I am strong,” he said, hacking out a boisterous cough.

    “Knowing you, we’ll have you walking out of the hospital?”

    “And into your arms?”


    “Then into the caressing and loving arms of my beautiful Maria. How about the day after tomorrow?”

    Abby laughed. “Let’s hope so.”

    • Charli Mills

      You’re right, Kate — we are all feeling this cliche, or hoping for it! Your story humanizes a moment between patient and doctor once a medical scare is overcome but recovery still needed.

    • D. Avery @shiftnshake

      That’s such a warm scene. I love the playful negotiations. He’s certainly turned the corner, as they say.

  19. Brandon Ellrich

    Great suggestions for replacing cliches. Thanks! I’m too late for the writing challenge, but I’ll look for another in future.

  20. Charli Mills

    Thanks, Rebecca!

  21. Charli Mills

    Thanks, Miss Judy!

  22. Charli Mills

    Thanks, Anita!

  23. Charli Mills

    Lucy! Good to see you!

  24. Charli Mills

    Thanks, Dave!


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  13. Finding Light From The Darkness – Delight In Your Garden - […] Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – Jan 21 […]
  14. #FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry | Books & Bonsai - […] January 21: Flash Fiction Challenge […]
  15. Life In the Old Cliche #carrotranch #loganandmorgan | TanGental - […] back at the Carrot Ranch and being prompted to think about cliches. I wonder what the boys will make…
  16. Carrot Ranch #FlashFiction Challenge #99Words ‘Wish upon a star’ | Rereading Jane Eyre - […] 99-word flash fiction piece was written in response to Charli Mills’ weekly challenge at Carrot Ranch. Thanks Charli for the…
  17. Going Home (flash fiction) – joanne the geek - […] a story that rephrases “light at the end of the tunnel” provided by the Carrot Ranch January 21 Flash…
  18. There’s Gold at the End of This Gauntlet - […] Prompted from Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/01/22/january-21-flash-fiction-challenge-2/. […]
  19. Light at the end of the Tunnel – Eloquently Kate - […] Mills’ January 21, 2021 Flash Fiction Challenge was to write a story in 99 words (no more, no less)…
  20. With a Little Help from My Friends #flashfiction | Norah Colvin - […] This week Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that rephrases…
  21. CW: January Collection – One day at a time… - […] write a story about dressing up.“– prompts used for this CW piece.[Source: Carrot Ranch 1, 2, and […]

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