Shame boy.
My first attempt at Flash fiction.
No one knows just how much I see. I’m just the scare crow to keep the birds away and for the children to mock me. I am made of sticks. Where do sticks come from?
Trees!
Once upon a time I was a living breathing being. I helped sustain life and I even got hugs for it. People would marvel at my glorious lush head piece of green foliage. I was tall and grand and people sat by me, happy to take some shade.
Now ,I am just a bunch of twigs. Look at how they dress me. I am so ashamed. I can’t bear to look anyone in the eye. This is why as each day passes I die just that little bit more. Rigid – if only I could reach high enough to be a part of heaven’s deities again.
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'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne .
A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs.
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She currently resides in the UK
Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities.
A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing.
She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance.
She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction).
She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one'
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what poetry! I felt the emotions really strong… good text. 🙂
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Thank you Sajuza . I usually do rounds and getting to know lovely people like yourself at the end of the week. So I can give your Blogs 100% of my attention. xxx please be patient with me xx
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Sure! That sounds good! 🙂
Thank you xo
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Awesome! xx
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I feel his unhappiness, poor fellow.
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Oh lol! Yeah! Some people went straight for a witty on look. All I saw was sadness. Thanks for reading x
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What an interesting look inside the scarecrow’s head and feel his shame at being reduced to a bunch of twigs from a once tall, majestic tree. A great theme with an environmental message. 🙂
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Thank you so much Millie. Environment is such a big deal and is important to me so it kind of cam out 🙂
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I love your positiveness . thanks for stopping by 🙂
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Great start on flash fiction!
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Thanks – it was less of a chore than I thought it would be. 😀
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Excellent start…you should do well…Great gift…to write ‘off the cuff’…together with a agile imagination…. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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Cheers babs xx
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Hugs!
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Wow! thanks – great feedback 🙂
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Hugs! ❤
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There are some deep thoughts emanating from within the sticks.
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Yeah. Still waters run deep 😊😊
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Yay! You are writing flash fiction. Great take on it. The poor thing. He wants to belong and be valued 🙂
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Thanks for the support. Yeah . He needs more respect xx😀😀
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Nice story, I am glad the twigs from that once sturdy shade tree was put to use instead of decaying in the ground. Now stands a protector of crops, the overseer of the field. Alive again !!!!! Thanks again for sharing your story
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I love the positive spin you put on it. It is refreshing 🙂
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I love the mixture of sadness that you have given to a scarecrow.
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Thanks Angie. He doesn’t look very happy does he? I wanted to say something about his plastic sunflower but ran out of words.
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Running out of words is a common problem with flash fiction. You will get used to it 🙂
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LOL That came out wrong. I meant I can go and on and trying to keep to the 150-175 word count is the big challenge for me. Oh and the whole beginning , middle and end bit too ha ha!
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I enjoyed reading your story! I’d seen the picture, but couldn’t think of anything to write about it. You did good! 🙂
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Thank you. Just free style it. You are a good writer. I know 🙂 Maybe another day xxx thanks for the vote of confidence 🙂
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Yes, there will be more for us to write about. Thanks for the compliment, also. I’ll look forward to the next photo prompt, and hope you do, too! 🙂
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Awww, very sweet yet very sad. He did come from trees and therefore was once majestic. Great story!
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Aaaaaaaw thank you . I will defo do this again. It was fun! Just doing what I love. Writing takes practice and this is a great way to get out of my comfort zone xx
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If this is your first time participating in FFfAW challenge, I would like to welcome you! Welcome! We are happy you have joined us!
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Yeah it is… I’m studying my MA in creative writing in October and I’ve been meaning to do Flash fiction for a while but I didn’t think I would or could do it. I love the picture prompt. It’s really to get the creativity juices flowing. I’m so stoked to join you all too xx
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Ooh, I love your interpretation!
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Really? oh thank you 🙂
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It’s pretty interesting how something made of the same things can be treated differently just because of how it looks…. Very interesting.
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Yeah, you and me are on the same level. Thanks for reading Sharon and not Shavonne 😉 xx
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