Category Archives: Picture Prompt

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 79


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 79

 

Reena’s Rules:

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the format or the length of the piece. It just has to be your reflection on the prompt from the core.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up with here with a pingback, or copy-pasting the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

The prompt:

So, here goes the theme for this week’s prompt. Use one or more of the words given in the prompt, and weave into a composition of your choice. It is not necessary that the spirit be cheerful or seasonal or festive. Go with whatever the word/s spark in your mind.

Words: Color, Chroma, Pigment, Hue, Stain, Tinge

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The colors were bright and whirling around. She couldn’t see straight. So many colors, then just one, RED, a stain!

The red was dripping down her hands from the slices in her wrists.

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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

Thursday photo prompt: Rift #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Rift #writephoto

The Rules:

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.

Lost

by Teresa Smeigh 2019

The breeze blowing through the trees made the walk bearable, almost. Somehow, Linda had gotten off the path and she had no idea where she was. She continued walking though slower now. She was getting hungry and she had already consumed her lunch. She searched through her backpack looking frantically for a nutrition bar or something to eat.

Up ahead she could see a clearing. As she approached, she knew it was going to be hotter out there without the cover of trees. Now she searched her bag for a bottle of water. Once she finished the bottle of water and her nutrition bar, she braced herself to step out of the trees and into the opening.

Stepping out of the woods she looked around her. The clearing was quite large and full of different size rocks. She selected an area that looked comfortable and sat down for a break and to figure out how she was going to get back to her car.

She heard voices and thought she was dreaming at first. This area was so deserted she doubted it was real voices. Pinching herself to make sure she was awake she sat up and looked around. Way across the clearing was a couple of men and a woman coming out of the woods in another direction from the way she had come.

She watched them approach and realized with horror that the girl was gagged, with her hands tied behind her.

The men pulled guns out and pointed them at her.

“Well, lookee here. One for you Jake!”

“Yeah, she’s prettier than yours too!”

“Is not!”

“Tie her up while we fight this out.”

Linda was horrified. She was afraid to run because they would probably shoot her.

Suddenly she jerked awake. Oh, thank God it was a dream and she was alone in the clearing. Still lost, but at least not a prisoner. She decided it was time to get a move on before something bad did happen least of all that it would be dark soon.

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

Twittering Tales #128 by Kat – 3/19/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales

Photo by Matthew Henry at Unsplash.com

It seemed like a pile of dirty rags just lying there on her bed. Samantha stared. It hadn’t been there this morning. Unsure what it was exactly, she was surprised when it not only moved, but a cry sounded within. She jumped back expecting a rat. Instead it was a cute pug.

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Rules from Kat:

Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.

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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

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 17, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – March 17, 2019

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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Creepy Twins

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Suzie knew she was late to school. She stepped out of her car in the student parking lot and quickly gathered up all her belongings. She dropped her purse first and had to stop and pick it up and then she dropped her backpack before she could hook it over her shoulder making her later still. Finally getting her belongings under control she picked up her pace and looked over to the bike rack dreading what she would see. She saw a flash of yellow.

Hurrying from the parking lot she became aware of just how late she was. The creepy twins were already there with their matching yellow bikes. Everyone in this school drove except for Matt and Mark. They rode their bright yellow bikes, and no one could miss them. They were also late every day.

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Rules:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week I will post a new photograph, taken either by myself or donated by a member of the community. The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the prompt. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog. Make sure you give proper credit when using the photo.  Use the “Click Here to Enter”  icon below to add your story to the SPF collection. While you are there, take time to read and comment on some of the other stories. I know you will not be disappointed.

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 78


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 78

 

Reena’s Rules:

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the format or the length of the piece. It just has to be your reflection on the prompt from the core.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up with here with a pingback, or copy-pasting the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

The prompt:

“That proves you are unusual,” returned the Scarecrow; “and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Land of Oz

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“Oh, scarecrow what are you blathering about now? If you only had a brain you would make more sense.” whined the cowardly lion. “Here, here,” said the tin man. “What are you two going on about now?”

The cowardly lion felt a tear drop run down his face and he ran away so no one could see him and make fun of his tears.

“How the heck should I know,” said the Scarecrow. “I don’t have any brains, so I have no idea what is going on.”

“Oh you two, I need a heart, but you don’t hear me going on and on about nothing.”

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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

Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

The Rules:

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.

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

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 77


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 77

 

Reena’s Rules:

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the format or the length of the piece. It just has to be your reflection on the prompt from the core.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up with here with a pingback, or copy-pasting the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

Woman – Her Journey

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woman on her knees

man trying to rise above

she puts him in place

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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