“The Queen of Winter,” #flashfiction

The July 30, 2020, Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that uses the phrase “her crowning glory.” (Thanks to Anne Goodwin for the prompt idea.) It can be in the traditional sense of a woman’s hair or applied to any idea of a best attribute. What happens if you play with the meaning or gender? Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by August 4, 2020.

The Queen of Winter

The wind howled like a banshee as the first storm of the season battered the cottage. Niall settled into his chair for the night.

Wild dreams tortured his thoughts. The image of the Cailleach Béara bloomed in his mind. Each year the old crone brought winter’s fury. When she appeared, stones flew from her apron and landed upon the ground. These stones, her crowning glory, grew into rock formations or mountains.

The next morning Niall’s home perched on the cliffs above the sea. Nearby, a large rock resembled the ancient Cailleach’s face. There she remains to the present day.

©2020 Colleen M. Chesebro

Writing flash fiction (99 words only) myths is challenging, but tons of fun. I only hope I’ve done justice to the “hag of winter” and “her crowning glory.”

Writing about winter feels good when it’s over 100 degrees F.

“Ancient Truths” – Flash Fiction

It’s the beginning of a new year and I’m thrilled to be writing flash fiction again. Our resident flash fiction guru, Charli Mills, is back in action at Carrot Ranch.com. Thank goodness. Check out the rules below:

January 3, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a character who looks back. It can be a metaphorical reflection or a glance in the rear-view mirror. Who is looking back, and why? Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by January 8, 2019.

Many of you know that I’ve been working on a book called, “The Sisters of the Fey – Genesis.” My inspiration for the story and characters came from seven other “writerly” friends. We even created a mystical blog together called… The Sisters of the Fey.com. Stop by and visit.

The eight of us are featured characters in this book. I think after this book is published, you will have great fun trying to figure out which character belongs to which writer.

So, to start my new book teasing process early, I’ve written a flash fiction piece that I hope will entice you into wanting more of this story. The setting is ancient Russia, on the shores of the Volga River…

“Ancient Truths”

Staring into the river, Dennitsa felt the ancient memories drag her back into the past. As if she had lived long ago, the hazy recollections played out in her mind.

The truth stared her in the face. The Slavic witches were descended from the flying dragons who were the spirits of the fallen angels. They had tumbled out of the skies at the beginning of time. Those spirits copulated with human women, creating offspring who were known as the Vedma. The Vedma became the female witches, and the Leshovik became the dragon men.

Dennitsa had been born a witch!

© 2019 Colleen M. Chesebro

I’m still dreaming of snow…

“The Gales of November,” A Haibun/Haiku

December 7, 2017, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write what features a performance. You can interpret what is a performance any way the prompt leads you.

Respond by December 12, 2017, to be included in the compilation (published December 13). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

(October 2017 Storm Born Rocks from Michigan – underwater to show the colors)

The Gales of November

I watched from my perch upon the beach as the November gales arrived early this year. North winds filled with an anxious rage howled across Lake Superior. Frothy white-capped waves erupted in a crescendo of deafening sounds, pounding for attention against the agate strewn sands. The spray splashed against my face like tears falling in a sorrowful refrain. Amidst the roiling of the storm, a quiet and gentle acceptance surfaced within me. I acknowledged my loneliness knowing that this too shall change. The show must go on.

Primeval gems–
Storm born, birthed on barren shores,
Remind me of home.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

Image Credit: Lake Superior – Pixabay.com

I love rocks and gems. I have quite a collection. A friend sent me some superb specimens from Michigan. As I ran the water over the pebbles, a Haibun/Haiku formed in my mind. The rocks smelled like home. I grew up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin not far from Lake Michigan and a long way from Lake Superior where these rocks were born. However, it was the smell that triggered the memory of a place I used to call home.

If you look, you can find inspiration everywhere. The November gales are Mother Nature’s performance of the year.

Hugs for stopping by! <3