Category Archives: Picture Prompt

Thursday photo prompt: Murmur #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Murmur #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows dark clouds and bare trees against a fiery sunset, with a murmration of starlings creating a cloud of their own.

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. Obviously, there will be a different start and even changes to the chapters and names. I will take this to a certain point to keep your attention while I can, but like the other week when I had to break into this story because the picture didn’t work, it may end at any time although I will try to give you a gist of the story. 

The Story Starts To Unfold

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Joanne’s mind started to wander as she listened to the murmur of voices, especially Jack’s. She looked out at the most spectacular sunset. It was beautiful.

Joanne brought her mind back to the story. He was telling them how he met her. She had been on her knees in his mother’s room cleaning the floors. His mother insisted they be cleaned on Joanne’s knees. She squinted up at him while she continued to clean.

He sought her out when she wasn’t working, and his mother was nowhere around. They talked. She was from England, so she knew he was married already, so she was leery of running into his wife.

Conscious of their ages, he told the story for younger teens. They began seeing each other whenever they could, avoiding his mother and wife. For the most part, he was cheating on his wife. One day Joanne told him she was pregnant. They had a choice to make. Should he divorce his wife but not tell her why? He married Joanne, and they found out they were having twins. Now he either had to tell his wife, Princess Isabella the story or he and Joanne had to move away, but separate, each taking one of the twins with them. They married before the births of the twins.

Joanne had her heart set on moving to the United States of America. She took John and headed to America. Jack took Oliver and moved over to England and found a charming little town to live in. He met a woman, Priscilla, so he told Joanne that he wanted a divorce so he could marry Priscilla.

Joanne was heartbroken as she never got over Jack, but she signed the paperwork, and he got married before Oliver was three years old. Oliver didn’t remember Joanne. Priscilla was his mom even though she was his step-mom.

They never contacted each other again, and slowly Joanne got over Jack, or so she thought. Until today. She can’t believe she fainted when she saw her two sons together.

*******341 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.

Twittering Tales #154 by Kat – 9/17/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

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Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com

Who Can We Trust?

By Tessa Smeigh

“Ron I am scared.
“I am too, but we have no choice. Nator is after us for the chip and we have to think of the safety of our son.”
“I found several pieces of luggage.”
They contained a mound of costumes. “We can sneak out.”
“How do we know we aren’t watched here?
” We don’t.”

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These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 4 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in but I am doing 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.

Sunday Photo Fiction – September 15, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – September 15, 2019

Photo from Pixabay

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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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Chairs in the Air

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The crew had worked hard setting up for the pageant that night on the beach. They set up outside because the weather report was for a beautiful night.

The girls lined up in their gowns for the initial start of the pageant. Since it was a county pageant, they lined up in alphabetical order of the state’s counties.

The audience was starting to file in and seat themselves. The pageant officials had reserved seats for the families. The rest of the audience sat behind them in no particular order.

As the announcer starts the program, the breeze begins to pick up. The contestant’s hair and dresses are starting to blow around.

The sky darkens. The waves are picking up. There is barely time to get inside to safety. Everyone is crammed into the lobby of the hotel.

The guests and contestants watch the chairs on the beach begin to blow around. Trash and kids toys blow into the lobby window.

The skies darken more than usual and as quick as it started it was over. People start venturing out and stop.

Strung up through the stairs were a lot of the chairs caught on the rungs and on each other.

**********200 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 September 13, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

Photo courtesy of Morguefile

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Surprise Birthday!

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Dana was not used to the high heels. She wore flats since she was 6 feet tall and taller than most boys as it is, without adding high heel shoes. She had a handful of Birthday balloons filled with helium, which she assumed her boyfriend Toby sent her early this morning.

Today was her 21st Birthday, and she wanted to start it out with a bang. Suddenly she falls off the heels, and she falls with a bang on the road, and that wasn’t the type of bang she meant.

She let go of the balloons in shock. She grabbed her knees in pain. They were scraped and bloody. Tears started falling. She searched for a tissue but ended up wiping the tears and blood on her torn white dress, not caring about staining even though she was on her way to visit her boyfriend. The tear in the dress had already ruined it, so the stains didn’t matter much.

Sitting on the road crying she fell someone come up and put their arms around her. She jerked back and looked at who had grabbed her and was relieved to see Toby.

“What happened to you? And where did those balloons come from,” he asked her.

“I fell off these blasted heels and didn’t the balloons come from you?”

“Sorry you fell, hope you didn’t hurt yourself too badly, but no, the balloons aren’t from me. These are,” he said. And then she noticed the balloons in his hand.

“Oh they are so much prettier than these, but who gave them to me?”

“A mystery. Do you have a secret admirer?”

“Not that I know of. I like yours better.”

He gives her a quick kiss and then checks out her wound. It had stopped bleeding, and he gave it a quick kiss and held out his hand to help her up. Just then Rodney came racing up and shoved them both to the ground. The balloons flew away, and Rodney started kicking Toby over and over. Dana took off a heel and hit Rodney in the head knocking him out.

“Those darn heels were good for something,” they both said at the same time.

Rodney was coming to so they took Toby’s belt and belted his hands together and called the police.

“Happy Birthday, baby!” They could hear the sirens in the distance. Rodney was trying to get loose.

***********400 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.

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 104


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 104

Reena’s Rules:

PROMPT

PROMPT  104- LONG AND SHORT OF IT

Here’s a rather long paragraph by Jiddu Krishnamurthy…See web page for the paragraph.

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I was 12 years old and excited. So excited I couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow I was going on an aeroplane. It was a small plane, and I sat next to the pilot. There were no more passengers. It couldn’t hold anymore. This was a lot of excitement for a 12-year-old boy.

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I chose the combo of 3, 6, 9 which was words sat, aeroplane and the.

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: Reaching #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Reaching #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a barren landscape against the shadows of distant hills. Bare branches reach towards each other, framing the scene, while shafts of light stream through a golden window in the dark, cloudy skies.

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. Obviously, there will be a different start and even changes to the chapters. I will take this to a certain point to keep your attention while I can, but like the other week when I had to break into this story because the picture didn’t work, it may end at any time although I will try to give you a gist of the story. 

The Kids Await The Answers

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The kids got tired of the stone steps in the rocks, and Oliver refused to go down them, so they decided to go back to their usual haunt. On the way, they passed a sight that showed a view of the sun going down and reaching down from the sky and revealing the barren area in the distance. The kids hurried back to Marshall Pond sure that that was where their parents would look for them.

Everyone was on edge wondering what the story would be. John and Oliver were especially upset as it seemed their parents had pulled quite a stunt and that they were definitely related and most likely twins. Everyone kept telling them they looked like twins, and they certainly looked like the picture each saw in the mirror.

Eventually, both parents arrived and told the gathered children that they needed to talk to their children alone. The others headed for home with a promise of the whole story the next day.

Taking the boys back to JoAnne’s house, everyone tried to calm themselves for this story that had been a long time coming since the boys were already 16 years old. JoAnne made everyone hot chocolate as the nights were getting cooler and she hoped to calm down this situation.

“Well?” both boys prompted getting tired of waiting.

Jack cleared his throat in preparation of starting the story. JoAnne just sat there with a worried look on her face. “Listen to me you two, we always tried to do what we thought was best for the two of you. This could very quickly have turned out that John ended up with me, and Oliver with JoAnne.

As you have probably guessed by now, you two are twins and JoAnne, and I are your parents. What you don’t know and what makes this story all the more unbelievable is that I am a prince and JoAnne was the head maid for the Queen. We couldn’t be seen together, especially once her pregnancy became pronounced. This meant sneaking around to be able to see one another.

*******348 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.

Twittering Tales #153 by Kat – 9/10/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

Photo by Nadiya Ploschenko at Unsplash.com

We Can’t Trust Anyone

By Tessa Smeigh

“Linda check the computers for any info. No one is watching us,” Ron said.
“Oh Ron, we have to get out of here, they plan to kill us once they have the chip.”
“Let’s go! To the safe house we haven’t used yet from the Alliance.”
“We are in danger,” Linda said turning from the window.

**********280 characters************

These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 4 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in but I am doing 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.