It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com
Carbon capture was great. The city could create pollution without fear of the consequences. We kept on pumping the carbon emissions into the caves and fissures deep below our feet, and everything was fine.
Until, one day, the frackers breached the caves.
Not so great now is it!
(279 characters)
Click on Carbon capture and see if you think it is a good idea.
I’ve been driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob But I don’t really care, give me some gas and the open air
It’s a bit old but it’s mine, I mend it in my spare time Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil Just last week I changed the oil Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock I dented somebody’s fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha
I’ve been driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far I drive up to Muswell Hill, I’ve even been to Selsey Bill I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58 This copper stopped me the other day, you’re mistaken what could I say The tyres were a little worn, they were O.K., I could have sworn I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far
I like driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre I like driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far
Songwriters: Cathal Joseph Smyth / Christopher John Foreman / Daniel Mark Woodgate / Graham Mcpherson / Lee Jay Thompson / Mark William Bedford / Michael Barson
Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com
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