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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

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

Thursday photo prompt: Tranquil #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Tranquil #writephoto

The Rules:

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 13th March and link back to this 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.

The Outing

by Teresa Smeigh 2019

Meandering down the paths of the local park, Chris and Suzy held hands and talked about nothing in particular. She had tried finding out where they were going, but Chris wouldn’t tell her.

“I have found a great spot and I have a surprise for you,” he said.

They came out onto a clearing that had a large pond. The spot was beautiful. The birds and insects were chirping as they looked for a spot to sit.

“I know we have been in this park before, but I just found this lovely pond and would love to make it our place. Will you marry me?” He pulled a jewelry box out of his pocket and opened it to show her a ring.

She pulled back in horror. The ring was on a finger, a human finger.

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