Scream Inside Your Heart (Carrot Ranch Fiction)

Hello Readers, The Carrot Ranch writing prompt this week is to create a flash-fiction piece of 99 words, which expresses the phrase, “scream inside your heart.”

Here is the Priorhouse submission: 


Title: Rose-Colored Glasses

Word Count: 99


Adjusting my seat, I dusted lint from my black dress. 

The tradition of black clothes for funerals, where’d it start?

Seats fill up.

People eulogize the deceased. 

Rose-colored glasses for everyone. 

Praise is over the top.

Sure, the deceased had good traits

but also –

 the gossip, contention, and spats she started!

Rose-colored glasses assuage the heaviness from the finality of death

but I’m not adding to the adulation! 

Seated calmly, feet grounded,

hands relaxed, face soft –

I’m screaming in my heart.

Oh, the troubles she caused.

The black stains, hurts, pain. 

This loss


brings a bit of gain. 


This fiction idea was inspired by Charli’s prompt (scream in your heart) and a funeral I went to a while back. I was invited to get up and speak – to eulogize- but refrained because it just felt wrong to add to the praise when I vividly recalled so much of the trouble this lady caused. She was sweet, and even awesome in many ways, but with stunted maturity and poor coping, well… you know how it is, I just could not speak at that one. 

 I know at funerals we sometimes honor the deceased with some bountiful praise because it can be respectful; it can help people cope and heal as well. Death can be so heavy, so yucky, and just oh so sad. And the rose-colored glasses we might put on are for the living as well as for the deceased. 


Thanks for reading – and smile, because we have the gift of life. And it is a gift. Let’s embrace each day.  

If you would care to join in with the Carrot Ranch Fiction challenge – go here 











17 thoughts on “Scream Inside Your Heart (Carrot Ranch Fiction)

    1. Hi Norah – I agree completely – and we can “speak I’ll of the dead” and like you noted – maybe should she noted for the sake of healthiness and justice
      However – definitely think there would be a time and proper way to do it – and this was a fictional piece but I think I was hinting that the fact this person was not tasking part in the praise was actually being active about justice – it was not the time to air the flaws and damage and the quietness spoke for that –
      Well something like that
      But sometimes people might use the funeral to vent and speak out – especially if the person was a complete jerk – this lady (fictional) As the deceased in my story was a tornle maker and gossip but also had many good traits and was part of a family that loved her for flaws and all – and she made baby steps to improve –
      Thanks for your lovely comment – pun intended

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      1. Oh yes. I definitely agree about the time and place. Funerals are not the place to rant about grievances, particularly if they haven’t been aired before. Let them go gentle into that good night, screaming now won’t change the hurts they inflicted but may only cause more pain to those who remain.


  1. It can be unfair to place the dead on pedestals without acknowledging the pain that person might also have instigated. In order to end generational cycles, silence needs to be broken and the act of not adding to the false narrative is a brave step. I like how you put this in a flash, using the prompt.

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  2. I agree with your decision to not speak at this woman’s funeral, considering who she was. I find it annoying to listen to eulogies that praise when everyone knows the person didn’t deserve it. Say the truth, kindly, but for goodness sake acknowledge the bad, for learning purposes, as well as the good, for inspiration. Yet, the lies seem to be what is talked about…

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