Photo Credit: Liam Desic
The Renaissance Faire!
Wenches wear leather corsets
and the blokes wear tights!
kat ~ 23 March 2016
A Three Line Tale based on the photo above. Thanks to Sonya at Only 100 Words for the prompt. Read other tales or enter your own by clicking HERE.
Photo Credit: Uday, with the blog, Udayology
“Come on, it will be fun!” Shawna said, dragging me to the old abandoned building.
We were on vacation and had decided to do our own exploring away from the tour group.
The heavy door scratched the floor as we pushed it open. Inside the dimly lit room, frames of various shapes and sizes covered the walls floor to ceiling.
We moved closer. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Each frame had the image of one of my relatives. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“It’s wild! There’s my grandma…and my cousin. How is this possible?!”
“Wait a minute. You’re seeing portraits of YOUR family?”
“Yeah…every frame a different one, some I don’t even know. But they’re old. Maybe, my ancestors? This is weird!”
“What’s WEIRD is that I’m seeing all of MY family members in the frames.”
Without saying a word Shawna and I bolted for the door. Before slamming it behind us, we turned to look one last time at the daylight illuminated walls. Each frame actually contained a mirror!
Now THAT is weird!
kat ~ 22 March 2016
A story in response to PJ’s (Priceless Joy) Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer Challenge based on the photo above by Uday, with the blog, Udayology. If you would like to read other stories or add your own, click HERE.
Photo Credit: David Foss/HGTV
She had a thing for shoes.
kat ~ 22 March 2016
A Six Word Story for Nicola Aukland’s Six Word Story Challenge. This week’s prompt word is: Superfluous. Read other stories and be sure to vote for your favorites in the comment section HERE.
Photo Source: Pixabay
Sam never much liked that mutt tagging along, but his buddy Chuck seemed to need him so he put up with it. There were times of course, when Bart (that’s what Chuck called him) proved to be an asset, especially at night. Bart remained vigilant, warning them of approaching intruders, allowing them to sleep, a rare gift on the front. Sam grew to appreciate their tag-a-long but he kept his distance.
No one, not even Bart could have seen it coming. The bomb lurked under the path waiting for someone to trip it. Today, that someone was Chuck. Sam and Bart rushed to him as soon as they regained their own bearing from the force of the blast, but Chuck was already gone.
As the medics carried away his friend’s remains, Sam looked down at Bart, tears in his eyes. “Don’t worry buddy, you’re with me now.”
Sam never much liked that mutt, but now he couldn’t imagine going on without him.
kat ~ 18 March 2016
(162 words)
A story based on the photo prompt above for FFfAW (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers) hosted by Priceless Joy (PJ). If you would like to ready other stories or enter your own click HERE.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Dearest Julia,
Each day I sit here enveloped by gloom, more so because you are not here to help me bide the time. I keep your favorite trinkets near the window. Like the swelling muddy river below, memories of our adventures flood my head with melancholy.
This house has become a prison to me since the accident. The visiting nurse brought fresh flowers hoping to cheer me. But eventually they died, reminding me of you.
Do you think of me in heaven, dearest? I pray each day that God would allow me to join you there.
Forever Yours,
Charles
~kat 18 March 2016
(99 words)
A flash of fiction in letter form for Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge based on the photo above by our hostess, Rochell Wisoff-Fields. Read other stories HERE.
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