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!
It starts with one word bt can’t contine mch frther becase this keyboard is tterly seless. Jst how can I seflly se it? Have yo not heard? Some stpid person called Trmp has decided to ban one of the letters! He says it is nconstittional, and shold not be sed. It’s jst pre rbbish.
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 Oleg Magni at Pexels.com
In every batch there was always a broken heart. At the first bite it shattered into a dozen pieces. Whoever ate it was guaranteed to have a dramatic failure in their loving relationship. Some said she was a witch! A sorcerous! An evil hag!
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 Pexel @ Pixabay.com
At the native American theme park, the false fire glow, created by the LED’s, wasn’t very realistic and, on closer inspection, the pots were made of some sort of plastic. The smell of cooking was pretty authentic though. No doubt intended to lure us to the overpriced food outlets!
Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by the prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
The old house has been deserted for years.
Each Christmas, on the bare tree in front, a few old baubles appear.
No-one ever sees who places them there, or who takes them down on twelfth night.
No-one ever witnesses the party that takes place, and survives!
Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Skeeze at Pixabay.com
A taste of justice
I can see you Henry Roy James, and I know you can see me!
But you don’t recognise me.
You still think you got away with it, but really, you didn’t!
The jury may have believed you, but natural justice shall prevail.
Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
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Just what sort of beast built this tunnel? The bricks were perfectly shaped pellets of dried shit, you could tell by some of the newly placed cubes. Poo!!! He could only assume that the wombat population, hereabouts, had undergone a metamorphosis and were now the size of elephants!
Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
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Laura the lamb was really embarrassed. Late for school, yet again! It was bad enough that her Mum insisted on taking her every day, always waiting outside the gates, there for everyone to see. No other Mum had 2 bodies; and why did the legs always try to go in different directions?
Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Graehawk at Pixabay.com
The Happening
It was a strange community. They never seemed to get together, or even to communicate at the most basic level, until someone suggested they arrange a happening. Maisie keenly arranged it all. Just what is a happening? Jack asked. Think of it as a play, she said. With (280 characters!)
OK, I know it’s Monday. So, what if I am a little late? I can cope with that, I’m retired!
My first thought for Helen’s prompt of give/giving was to offer you I gave you all by Mumford and Sons. If you want to, you can still listen to it here.
The problem with SLS is that I tend to get carried away when researching what to offer. I end up, every week, spending time listening to loads of music when I really should be doing other things. It’s a great problem to have!!!!!!
If you want to take part, or wish to listen to all the other musical offerings, you can find everything here.
I finally settled on another Mumford and Sons song, Awake my soul – Live at Red Rocks. It doesn’t really fit in directly with the prompt, apart from the fact that the group give a fantastic performance, they really enjoy it, as do the audience, and I hope that you will too!
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know My weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free Har har, har har, har har, har har
Awake my soul, awake my soul Awake my soul
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know My weakness I feel I must finally show Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die Where you invest your love, you invest your life In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die And where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul Awake my soul For you were made to meet your maker Awake my soul, awake my soul Awake my soul For you were made to meet your maker You were made to meet your maker
Songwriters: Benjamin Walter David Lovett / Edward James Milton Dwane / Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford / Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Photo by Matt Artz at Unsplash
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
The Sand Fly Typing Pool
The experiment had been tried before with monkeys. Now, working with sand flies, it was thought that, eventually, their landing on the row of keyboards must lead to a work worthy of Shakespeare. What a pity Charlie, the office junior, had forgotten to load the platens with paper!
It starts with one word bt can’t contine mch frther becase this keyboard is tterly seless.
Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com
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By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com
Photo by Matt Artz at Unsplash