carrot ranch – One day at a time…

"In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a golden onion." – prompt used for this CW piece.

Three 99-word-long stories about nature, dishes, and a smear of jam.

"In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a robotic writer."

"In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, 'I'd rather be…'" – prompt used for this CW piece.

A medley of creative pieces written in response to various prompts.

Kids say the funniest things sometimes.

A collection of short stories written in the month of January.

The winner of the 2020 Rodeo is announced!

Write 99 words and enter it to win $25 and bragging rights!

October is Rodeo month at Carrot Ranch.
If you are not familiar, I suggest you head on over to Charli’s site and find out more. If you are a veteran – what are you waiting for? Make your way to the Carrot Ranch for more details on this year’s trials.

Starting October 6th, every Tuesday, a different person will post a Western related prompt for your 99-words (or syllables) flash fiction (or poem).

Yours truly will host a challenge on October 27th. You will have a week to submit your entries. Judging will be done by a third party to avoid bias. One winner will be chosen and awarded $25.

Keep your eyes peeled for my contest, but head on over to the Carrot Ranch to keep busy in the meantime with other prompts. (You can enter all four contests to maximize your chance for winning. Each contest will have a $25 reward for the winner.)

Yeehaw!

Stay golden,

Goldie.

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

The first full moon of the month rises — the Harvest Moon. Yet my garden joyfully continues to bloom with French marigolds, zinnias, snapdragons, and a fall profusion of nasturtium. My tea rose put out one more scarlet red bloom, and my delphinium surprised me with a third unfolding of purple flowers! My sweet william gave a half-hearted go at it, too, and my peony bushes turned russet like the maple trees. Two lemon queens out of nine yet stand, dropping their heads downward. I can’t seem to eat enough rosemary, picking its freshness in the crisp air daily.

If this is the Harvest Moon, then time to dig the last of the carrots, potatoes and claim my squash.

Further up Quincy Hill from Roberts Street, the copper-bearing ridge that forms the spine of the Keweenaw Peninsula has experienced harder frosts. At the kids’ homestead, they harvested 250 pounds or…

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