‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #23 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

A fun quip from John Howell and a truly beautiful poem created by Suzanne Burke for this week’s creative challenge ❤

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Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #23

Today I’m featuring contributions from entry 1)By John Howell and Entry 2) My own contribution.

Last week I set the following Challenge:

Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.

Here is the image prompt.

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This one line contribution by John Howell.

“My worry right now m’love is if this lone parachute will save us both not about my hair if we get wet.”

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matthew-brodeur-7eCCzBqQSco-unsplash My own Contribution

Canyon of Dreams

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