Category Archives: Picture Prompt

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.

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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.

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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.

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 96


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 96

Reena’s Rules:

PROMPT:

The two sentences for the prompt this week are fairly simple, and yet not so simple.

This is where I lost myself

This is where I found myself

Choose any one and base your piece on it. It is not necessary that the words appear in the piece. It is a theme to be followed.

As usual, there is no restriction on the format or length of the piece. You can get as creative and innovative as you want.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments. Tag it Reena’s Exploration Challenge for easy access in the Blog Roll.

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

This is where I lost myself.

I know not where to look.

I tripped around searching

Until I found my hook.

I climbed back on

And looked for you,

But you weren’t there,

You were in the loo!

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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.

Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto


Rules for Sue’s Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a seashore with a clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland.

Rough Housing

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Quit pushing me, you brute,” Susan said, laughing as she said it.

John pushed her down in the sand and held her there laughing in her face.

“Now I’m covered in sand, you definitely are a brute.”

“Don’t worry, there is plenty of water out there to clean yourself off.” He picked her up and took her over to the water and walked in far enough she would go under when he dropped her.

She came up spluttering and cursing him out. “Now you messed up my hair and got my new suit wet. It wasn’t for swimming, you, idiot.”

“Then what is for then?”

“Do I have to spell it all out for you, John?”

“I don’t understand you, females.”

“Oh John,” she said, sighing and pushing her wet hair out of her eyes.

“You might as well go scuba diving, and I will go find someone interested in me.”

“Susan, what are you talking about. I thought you wanted to go swimming since you were showing your new suit off.”

“That just goes to show you how much of a boy you still are. I was all dressed up for you. I fixed my hair and got a new swimsuit and you didn’t even notice.”

“For me? Why me? How about some clarity here?”

“Oh, using such big words doesn’t make you a man.”

“What makes me a man Susan?”

She leaned over and gave him a long kiss. “That should give you an idea.” She picked up her bag and left for the house.

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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.

Twittering Tales #145 by Kat – 7/16/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.com

Flying the Coop!

By Tessa Smeigh

“Did you hear about Dan,” Jules asked.
“The cops picked him up,” Ron said. “I wonder if he will spill his guts?”
“Just what we need,” Linda said. “Ron we should get out of here before he does talk.”
“OK, pack the kid and the stuff and let’s get moving. No sense taking a chance.”

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These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 3 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in.

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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 12, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

Photo Source: https://morguefile.com/p/744208

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Donated Playground

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

They were scheduled to open a new playground for the town in a few weeks. There was a large fence surrounding the area that had been laid out for the outdoor play area. No one was allowed to see what they had going on behind the barrier.

There were plenty of fancy new climbing toys and swings. There was a good-sized sandbox. Plus the old Sanders place donated some large climbing trees to add to the metal climbers typically seen in a new-age playground. These were installed, and a couple of children had the honor of trying them out, which they enjoyed. Modern mixed with old.

There was a large party put on by the town elders to celebrate the new addition to the town for their children. They even put on a large barbecue to be enjoyed by all. It was a great day for all.

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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.

 

https://scvincent.com/2019/07/11/thursday-photo-prompt-castle-writephoto/


https://scvincent.com/2019/07/11/thursday-photo-prompt-castle-writephoto/

Click Here for Sue’s Rules:

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a silhouetted castle in the half-light, set in a lake surrounded by hills.

Dark Secrets

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Randall listened to the birds calling. He was into bird calling. He was ignoring his girlfriend, who was snuggled next to him asking him questions non-stop.

“How do you get over to that castle over there?” Regina asked first. Randall tried ignoring her first. That didn’t work.

“Randall, tell me how you get over to that castle? Don’t ignore me.”

“You need a boat, now leave me alone!”

“Can you get a boat and take me over there?”

“Regina the castle is closed to the public so no I can’t get a boat to take you over there.”

“Randall, no one has to know we were going over there.”

“Regina, I know the security guard over there so please drop the subject.”

“Well that is perfect then, surely your friend will let us in.”

“Ok Regina, I will ask him and let you know what he says,” Randall says to shut her up, but his mind is thinking.

Regina has been a pest for the last few weeks. He is tired of being with her and would talk to Donald and see what he says about doing away with Regina over there somewhere, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about her anymore. He knew Donald wouldn’t care about doing something like that. In fact, it would give him something exciting to do.

Randall made the arrangements, and the date was set.

Regina never shut up about seeing the castle for a couple of weeks until the date that had been set up with Donald. He told her over and over she had to stop talking about it. Someone might overhear here he kept reminding her.

Randall didn’t want to miss out on the fun of killing Regina. The plan was that Donald was to bring the boat over to this side, and then all three would motor over to the castle side. They would head to the side with all the deep brush and trees, and Donald would have a hole already to dump the body into. Then he would shoot Regina and drag her into it, and then he would take Randall back to the mainland.

However, things didn’t go as Randall planned. Donald had his own plans. He didn’t plan on getting caught, just because Randall may not be able to keep his mouth shut. He made two holes, and after shooting Regina and getting rid of her body, he turned to Randall and took care of him. Now no one would be able to accidentally talk about it.

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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.