Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt. If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.
Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) on Wednesday each week, and link back to the promt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
The wizard’s Ride
by Teresa Smeigh 2019
“Quiet,” Marley hissed! “Do you want the guards to hear us?”
Jen pushed her and quietly said, “no.”
They had found a hiding place just before the park closed and were supposed to meet up with their friends at midnight at the old wizard’s castle. They were looking for the sign out front of the ride with a wizard’s hat on it, but the full moon was now sliding behind some clouds and they were having trouble seeing. She could barely read the map. Jen had forgotten to bring a flashlight and now to her dismay she could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Marley said. “We’ll need to look for a dry place to wait out the storm, not to mention the rest of the night either way.
“What’s the point of trying to sneak inside anyway,” Jen asked. “I would rather be in bed, especially now that a storm is coming.”
“Jen you are such a baby,” Marley complained. “We’re just trying to see if it can be done.”
They plodded on searching for landmarks on the map. “I think it is just ahead.” Just as the sign came into view the girls were wondering where to wait for the others when someone yelled, “Boo!” Both girls screamed and turned to run and bumped into some more of their friends.
Floodlights popped on and lit the area up. They all huddled together wondering if the guards were going to catch them. Instead they saw a figure in a wizard’s hat seemingly float out of the ride’s door. They split up and ran for the guard’s shack. They no longer cared about getting caught.
“I guess those stories of the ride being haunted were true,” Marley said, not caring who heard her.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian