Category Archives: Photo Prompt

Friday #fotoflash August 16, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

Photo from Morguefile

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Bones on Display

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The boys gently lowered the skeleton onto the cart and wheeled it from the classroom. There was a large air vent on one of the walls, and they thought it would be a neat trick to attach it to the opening and see if anyone screamed.

No one had been in the area since they had been watching so they raised the two ladders and then quickly, lifting the top of the skeleton the two boys began climbing, and once the legs were about to come up off the cart, they had the other two boys grasp a hold of the legs.

They pulled it up and slowly wound first the one hand and then the other through the bars. Then they climbed partway down the ladder so they could set the legs in place. It looked pretty scary, so maybe one of the girls would scream. It would be even better if one of the teachers did.

The boys went home for the night, so anxious none of them slept. They couldn’t wait to see what their prank would wreak.

The boys arrived early that morning. They found the police outside. As each person arrived, they were asking them if they knew how the skeleton got there. No one knew, and the boys were quiet. Obviously, their prank went wrong. Thankfully they hadn’t been seen.

The skeleton is still talked about today, but we were all going to take it to our graves with us. I was the last one left, and I had no intention of saying a word, ever!

***********262 words**********

DB McNicol’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – August 4, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – August 4, 2019

Photo courtesy of Alexis Ortiz

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A quick introduction: I’m Donna McNicol and your new host here at Sunday Photo Fiction. You may notice a slightly different look AND a new link address. We have officially moved from a WordPress.com site to our own domain. So be sure to bookmark/subscribe/follow us at SundayPhotoFiction.com

A side note, I also host a flash fiction prompt every Friday on my blog. I hope you will join in the fun there as well. Thank you for joining in the fun!

Donna’s rules:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week a new photograph will be posted, either donated by a member of the community, or obtained from one of the FREE photo sites like Pixabay.com and Unsplash.com.

The challenge is to write a story based upon the photo in 200 words or less. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog.

Please be sure to post the photo with the photo credit as well as a link back to this post.

Once your story is posted, add your name and story link to the link party below. An alternative is to leave a comment and pingbacks are also accepted. Entries close at midnight CT Thursday night. Thanks for joining in the fun!

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Jumping for Joy

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Neto was trying to buy an apartment in this building just off the square. He had done his homework and was satisfied he had done the best he could do to persuade the owner to sell. Now Neto just had to wait for an answer. He was spending his waiting time dancing around the square and praying for the phone to ring with a positive response.

His phone was ringing, and so he dug it out of his pocket and answered. Mr. Newton had good news for Neto. He had been approved as the owner of the apartment, and so Neto started jumping with joy.

**********105 words**************

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress, on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Friday #fotoflash August 2, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

Photo courtesy of W. Neiman

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Parade Fun

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Robin stretched out and put her feet up on the windowsill. She couldn’t get comfortable.

Robin was 40 years old and 9 months pregnant. She worked hard today and had no breaks. The restaurant had been busy today, and even though she is only the hostess in her current condition, she is exhausted.

She started to doze off, but the baby was very active right now, and she was afraid she was going to go into labor soon. She stared out the window, trying to pinpoint the hospital among the other buildings.

She had no family, so she will have to call an ambulance when the time comes. Her only friend was working late at the restaurant tonight, and the baby’s father took off as soon as he heard the news of his impending fatherhood.

She felt the first sharp pain. This might be it. She glanced at the clock and checked the time. Another contraction. They are getting closer and even more intense. Now that they are coming every few minutes, she pulled out her phone and called the ambulance quickly explaining her position.

This was her first child, but she was 40 years old, and this wouldn’t be easy. She advised them of her age and that she had been on her feet for the last 12 hours working. They promised to send someone out immediately and for her to make sure that her door was unlocked.

The ambulance didn’t come, and the pains increased. Robin knew the baby was coming, and she was all alone. There was nothing she could do. Her body knew what it needed to do to deliver the baby. She wrapped it in a blanket and was curled around the baby when the ambulance finally got there apologizing for the emergency that held them up. They rapidly went into action and got her, and the baby transferred to the hospital.

She woke up to see her friend and boss waiting to see her. News had gotten to the restaurant.

She looked down at the baby and checked to see if it was a boy or girl. Happily, she had given birth to a girl her very first choice.

***********365 words**********

DB McNicol’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – July 28, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – July 28, 2019

Photo courtesy of DC Stultz

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A quick introduction: I’m Donna McNicol and your new host here at Sunday Photo Fiction. You may notice a slightly different look AND a new link address. We have officially moved from a WordPress.com site to our own domain. So be sure to bookmark/subscribe/follow us at SundayPhotoFiction.com

A side note, I also host a flash fiction prompt every Friday on my blog. I hope you will join in the fun there as well. Thank you for joining in the fun!

Donna’s rules:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week a new photograph will be posted, either donated by a member of the community, or obtained from one of the FREE photo sites like Pixabay.com and Unsplash.com.

The challenge is to write a story based upon the photo in 200 words or less. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog.

Please be sure to post the photo with the photo credit as well as a link back to this post.

Once your story is posted, add your name and story link to the link party below. An alternative is to leave a comment and pingbacks are also accepted. Entries close at midnight CT Thursday night. Thanks for joining in the fun!

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Taking a Dive

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Rose and Martin had bought their first house in Florida. They noticed the houses around them all had these enormous screened-in patios in their back yard around their pools.

As they met their neighbors, they started noticing these people left all their back patio doors open at all time creating an open house layout. They finally asked someone why they had these screens on the back of their houses. It enlarged their home they were told, and it was like having an indoor pool as well.

They didn’t have enough money yet having just bought this house, so they decided to wait, but as the days went by, people told them they had to worry about alligators coming up to use their pool. The screens would keep them out.

Rose and Martin were beginning to wonder. What were the chances of an alligator coming up to use their pool?

One day something happened to make them reconsider.

They were having a large barbecue. Martin went to clean out the barbecue grill and suddenly yelled.

“What is wrong, Martin,” Rose yelled from the house.

“We have company,” he yelled back at her and then entered the house.

“What do you mean we have company? It is really early.”

“I mean I opened up the barbecue grill, and it had several lizards in it. I talked to the neighbor, and they said it was normal, that is why they screened in their back yards and covered the pool. That keeps out the alligators and lizards from getting in.”

“Martin, we need to get a screen asap. It would also open up our pool area nicely and then we could have a covered pool as well. I like the idea. Please.”

“Ok, you win. We’ll get a screened-in porch as well. I will start asking where to get one at the party.”

“Oh, Martin, thank you so much. I would hate to run into an alligator in the pool one morning.”

***********328 words**************

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress, on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Friday #fotoflash July 26, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

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Parade Fun

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

I was costumed in a long beautiful gown made by my mom, and I was wearing a sash that said “Miss Missouri.” My perch was on a long truck bed filled with other girls also wearing different sashes from other states. My hair was long and flowing and dark chestnut. Even though the other girls all had their hair up, I kept mine down. I didn’t like those styles where your hair is all on the top of your head.

The truck went down Main street, and the buildings were filled with those workers who only had a little time to catch a quick view during their lunch. Being a holiday, you would think more people would be off, but they changed the date this year to give the workers a long weekend, so some people had to work still.

“With that long dark hair braided and those high cheekbones you would make a wonderful Native American Indian girl,” my troop leader said beside me while we waited to go on. Maybe we will plan our next float to be about the Native American Indian, and you will be our single head of the float, and all dressed up as an Indian. The other girls can portray other parts of the Indian lifestyle.

Sadly that never came about as it wouldn’t fit the theme of the next year’s parade and I then moved on to another troop.

***********237 words**********

DB McNicol’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – July 21, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – July 21, 2019

Photo by Arun Sharma on Unsplash

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A quick introduction: I’m Donna McNicol and your new host here at Sunday Photo Fiction. You may notice a slightly different look AND a new link address. We have officially moved from a WordPress.com site to our own domain. So be sure to bookmark/subscribe/follow us at SundayPhotoFiction.com

A side note, I also host a flash fiction prompt every Friday on my blog. I hope you will join in the fun there as well. Thank you for joining in the fun!

Donna’s rules:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week a new photograph will be posted, either donated by a member of the community, or obtained from one of the FREE photo sites like Pixabay.com and Unsplash.com.

The challenge is to write a story based upon the photo in 200 words or less. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog.

Please be sure to post the photo with the photo credit as well as a link back to this post.

Once your story is posted, add your name and story link to the link party below. An alternative is to leave a comment and pingbacks are also accepted. Entries close at midnight CT Thursday night. Thanks for joining in the fun!

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Treatment Day

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Although the waiting room was much more modern than the one I remembered as a kid, it is there for the same reason. It’s a doctor’s waiting room, and I’m going through a long spate of an illness that simply won’t go away. The treatment requires a needle, and I’m afraid of them. One needle is supposed to treat it and make it go away, but it isn’t working.

“As a child, I used to run down the long halls as far away as I could get from the doctor,” I told the receptionist.

“I hope you don’t plan on doing that now, Mrs. Jones.”

“With all this weight and my age, I doubt I would get far. I reckon I will have to take the shot, like it or not, but why aren’t the shots working,” I sighed to myself.

The receptionist smiled to herself. The doctor was giving her a placebo to make her keep coming back and paying for the expensive treatment. This treatment is known for its failure, and the doctors all like it that way. Eventually, they will give the patient the real one, and they won’t have to come back after that usually, but why not milk it out while they can.

***********208 words**************

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress, on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Friday #fotoflash July 19, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

Photo Source: https://morguefile.com/p/180645

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Practical Jokes Kill

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Aaron Miller I told you never, ever to play one of your practical jokes on me or we were through.”

“Oh, Sharon, don’t be such a pill. I didn’t hurt you any.”

“I told you that I didn’t believe in playing practical jokes on people and that you best not do it to me and I meant it!”

“Oh honey, it is just an old rubber hand, and surely you didn’t believe it was a real hand, did you?”

“That is not a fake hand, Aaron. It is a real hand.”

“What do you mean that is not a fake hand, Sharon?”

She pulled a small hatchet out and chopped his hand off at the wrist. He grabbed a towel to try and stop his wrist from spurting blood all over. “Sharon, what have you done? Oh, my God!”

“Now I have a feeling that you will listen to me from now on and quit playing practical jokes. What do you think, Aaron?”

“I think you are crazy and I want nothing more to do with you. I played a simple joke, but what you did was violent and crazy. I just can’t get past what you just did.”

“Oh, just call the ambulance and grab the hand and have the doctor sew it back on. Geez, you are such a baby. You can dish it out, but you can’t handle it.”

“I am going to call the cops on you, you’re nuts.”

“Oh shut up,” she told him and swung the hatchet into his chest by his heart. She struck at him numerous times until she was sure he was dead. “Now you won’t play any more practical jokes.” She cleaned off the hatchet and put it in her tote bag, leaving by the back door, making sure that no one noticed her departure. She knows no one saw her arrive as it was already dark and the road is mainly deserted. The house belonged to Aaron, and no one knew her as his girlfriend.

***********336 words**********

DB McNicol’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.