From Bee at The Bee Writes, a photo challenge:
‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.
NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’
I challenge Colleen Chesebro. Copy and paste the above description with your photo and tag me so I see your entry. 😊
I’ve never believed in signs.
Except today, after a series of idiotic missteps, the dog getting loose on our walk, misplacing my car keys, a telemarketer who called as I was walking out the door, who wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise, so I just hung up because I was running late, only to be stuck in traffic, but not before getting lost after being detoured because of construction on Main, that made me miss my appointment, landing me in the reception area to wait for an opening in the schedule, where I met you, waiting like me after missing your appointment.
But like I said, I don’t believe in signs, although…no…no, I don’t believe in signs, but I get the feeling that you and I happened upon something here and if not for my crappy day up until this point, I might never have met you.
~kat
A Three Line Tale that breaks all the rules for run-on sentences and rambling gibberish, prompted by this photo by Austin Chan via Unsplash.
Some days the world felt so small. After college Lara spent the next few years traveling the globe.
“Travel while you’re young, honey,” her mum told her. She never mentioned though, that she was sick.
Lara received news of her mum’s passing two continents away. That day the world felt too big.
52 Words Exactly for Sacha’s 52 Weeks 52 Words Flash Fiction Challenge. This week’s prompt….Write about what happens next as it relates to the photo above.
“Hurry up squaaaawk…hurry up Chuck!”
“What’s Murphy yapping about? …Oh my god! What happened?!”
“We’ve been robbed. They took my stereo system and my power tools!”
“Oh no! Did you call the police?”
“They’re on their way. And of course I’ve got Murphy here.”
“Murphy?”
“Yep! He’s our eye witness.”
“Wait! Do you think Murphy saw the robbers?”
“I do. When I came in he called them out by name. Chuck and…”
“Hurrying Pete. Stereo…pack the steeereeeoooo….aaack!”
“See what I mean?”
“Wow! Way to go Murph!”
“Murphy…hurry…Murphy up Chuck…Pete pack the power tools…stereoooo!”
“Brilliant! Murphy! You’re such a good boy!”
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge inspired by this photo of a Myna bird by © DOUGLAS M. MACILROY
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. Be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.
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. Have Fun!
Photo by GLady on Pixabay.com
Starting us off…my tale:
When Joe was a kid he loved the circus; especially clowns. They were the nicest guys. But Joe was not nice. It was the perfect disguise.
(137 Characters)
From Reena at ReInventions:
“Who is that clown in red?”
“That is a demeaning phrase. The correct word for that is … Actor in the Comic Category. He is an award winner.”
(139 characters)
From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
As he scrubbed his face clean, he felt unsure. The face in the mirror and the mask had merged into one and he never knew when
From Shweta at My Random Ramblings:
He wore a mask to make others laugh for a living,
but no one noticed the pain behind his smiles when he took off his mask.
(123 characters)
From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Life is like a grammar class
Full of sentences and fragments
In every class, there’s a jackass
Therefore, we need our patience
Send in the clown
(140 characters)
From Leena at Soul Connection:
“Hey Kid Wana C My Tricks”
“JOKER”Kid Ran Away
Hey M Nt Bad Joker.Lk M Frndly,M Smiling.
Dis Kid Too Scared Of Me.
From Willow at WillowDot21:
Pushed away at home and at school
Always treated as the class fool.
He grew up happy in his own space.
He was a hit, and now wears a happy face.
From My Feelings My Freedom:
I despised clowns for obscuring their true identity. My belief was however defied, when the man in red, took the gunshot for me. Appalled!
(138 characters)
From Hayley at The Story Files:
Once again they cluttered the streets in their bright costumes, so Sally had no choice but to camp out in her attic and wait till the craze had passed.
From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
-Oh my! When you said you were a clown
I didn’t realise that it was ur actual job!?
-Oops! When it said ‘blind date’,
I thot it mnt BLIND date!
140 characters
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
His right pupil had already blown and dropped to the base of his iris. Now his nose was falling off. That cosmetic surgeon sure was a clown.
From Fandango at This, That and the Other:
I always thought that guy was a bit of a clown, but when he showed up in that stupid clown suit it just proved that he’s just a bad joke.
(137 characters)
From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Clown at the Fair
See that clown ? His real name is Ernest Doom he’s a crime writer.
How funny – I mean funny peculiar not funny ha ha
What tickles him ?
Nasty crimes for his books
From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Too much chaos, stress and violence out in the world.
“Let me take on, making people smile.”
Come all, “Smile a while”, ease out the tensions.
140 characters.
From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
It’s taken a while to track you down and I’m not in a good mood. You’re fifty years overdue and he wants it back. Hand the soul over.
(135 words)
Clowns are quite an odd topic I found. Some of you were creeped out…some of you creeped ME out with your tales. There were a few funny tales too…and some bittersweet. Well done! Clowns are definitely controversial characters. But I love what you did with the challenge.
This week we’re exploring the story behind this treehouse. How many of you had a treehouse to play in when you were a kid? I lived near the woods, so I pretty much lived in the trees. Good times. There is something magical about having a special place to hang out when you’re young. I also had a secret hiding space in my room behind a bookcase that slid open like a door. I remember setting it up like my own little home inside a home. I spent many hours dreaming about life in that special place. What memories come to mind when you look at this week’s photo by Antranias on Pixabay.com? You have 140 characters to tell us all about it! Have fun. See you next week at the roundup!
Photo by Antranias on Pixabay.com
“There it is! Come on.”
“Nope. I’m fine down here.”
“Suit yourself. Have to see if it’s still there.”
“What’s so important?”
“This!”
“Is tha…”
~kat
(140 Characters…exactly)
Sorry…had to do it. The Rules are the Rules…140 Characters…but I do love a good cliffhanger! 😉
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