This week’s #writephoto is below. Check out the rules and all of the fabulous entries by clicking on the link.
They hadn’t spoken for centuries.
Each would sneak out in the dead of night, hoping to destroy as much as they could.
What was the purpose?
Why did they hate each other so much?
What was the ultimate objective?
They didn’t know.
They didn’t care.
They just knew……………..
They were arch enemies!
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The Fisherman – Image by KL Caley
The good
Perfect fishing day
Caught them by the bucketload
Returned them unharmed
The bad
Constant casting, perfect calm
Fish are fasting, free from harm
What’s for dinner now no fish?
I’ll get thinner, oh I wish!
And the ugly
He’d fished here for years, first as a boy with his Dad, then as a youth while others were chasing girls, now as a man, alone.
It was a perfect pastime.
He loved to cast and dream, to snooze and remember, to breathe the fresh air, occasionally to catch a fish. He loved the solitude, the perfect reflections that rippled every time he cast, or drew in his line. He even loved it when it rained and the fish rose to the surface, seeming to delight in the shower.
He thought of it more as feeding the fish, rather than a battle of wills to lure them on to his hook.
Over the years he’d fed them worms, grubs, and all sorts of ground bait, but the best days fishing was surely the day he’d fed them his wife!
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The good
Family day out
Dressed for the English Summer
Splashing in puddles
The bad
Paddle at the seaside
walking with a squelch
eating too much ice cream
pardon when I belch
tummy feeling funny
find a loo real quick
dearie me I’m feeling ill
oops, I’m being sick!
And the ugly
Are you sure Dad?
Yes, pet. I promise everything will be OK. We just need to stamp our feet 20 times more and you will never ever see that nasty man again. I promise!
So we did. We stamped, and counted, never to see that nasty man again.
Below the sand, six feet down, with little air remaining, the nasty man could sense the pounding and, in abject terror, understand its meaning.
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 Michael Gaida @ Pixabay.com
The Health and Safety inspection for the opening of the new children’s dance studio wasn’t going well.
Everyone thought somebody else was going to organise the clean up.
Someone would be in deep trouble!
Who was responsible was anyone’s guess.
I’m sure somebody knows.
I don’t. Do you?
(280 characters)
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 Pexels at Pixabay.comThe dead man’s switch was now so uncomfortable that he was finding it difficult to keep it depressed.
One hour, 59 minutes, and six seconds so far.
His finger was sore.
It was bleeding.
He really wanted to let it go.
Only 54 seconds left and his daughter would be safe!
Just hold on!
(278 characters)
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 Mikechie Esparagoza at Pexels.comThe Wall of Love
I was worried when the old fella next door didn’t show. We normally chatted every day.
His wife suffered with crippling arthritis for many years and rarely ventured out.
They said she’d been dead for weeks. He lay down beside her under their special wall. A testament to their love.
(280 characters)
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!
The crime had remained unsolved for 40 years.
Someone had stolen the largest ballpen, as verified in the Guinness Book of World Records.
They’d left the shaft and ink sleeve propped against the Eiffel tower.
Now the giant ball had been found. Hidden in plain sight all these years!
(279 characters)
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 David Cardinez@pixabay.com
Bruno was really very pleased with his new SUV.
It wasn’t the precise colour he’d wanted, but the layout was superb, and the extras far surpassed any other make.
It was the first car to be fitted with a bathroom.
Bruno could now answer the age old question with “No, in the car!”
(276 characters)
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 MarkusmitK@pixabay.comLucky
He’d been a loser all his life.
At school they gave him the nickname “lucky” because anything that could go wrong, always did.
He decided he’d had enough. He would end it all by jumping under a train.
His phoned pinged with the latest news headline.
“Rail strike halts all trains!”
(278 characters)
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 Tama66 at Pixabay.comThe Legacy
Sad! Now that Granddad has gone there are none of his generation left.
Oh look, there’s that old trunk. I thought he’d got rid of that years ago.
I haven’t seen that for years, not since Grandma left him.
Better see what’s inside. You never know, he may have left us a nice surprise!
(280 characters)
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