A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter …
Weekend Writing Prompt #215 – Ink
He inks himself, thinking how the skin mural will give him courage. It does not.
Now, it reminds him to be brave.
Welcome to Week #79 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. Prompt …
Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #79 – June 26, 2021
CCC137 Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one…
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #137
The old man sat alone on the bench, under the warm sun, feeding little foxes that wandered near – they had grown accustomed to his presence. The bolder ones even curled up on his lap and let him scratch their ears.
Every day, without fail, he sat there alone, feeding the foxes, the squirrels, the birds and any other creatures that would came near him. It seemed he had all sorts of food for the animals – they must have viewed him like a god.
One day, the little foxes came, but no one was there. They were confused as they sat there waiting until night came. The next day, the old man still did not appear. And the next. And the next.
Soon, no more animals stopped by the bench.
The old man was gone, and so did the animals.
Welcome to Week 282 of Three Line Tales. Photo by Mehrab Zahedbeigi via Unsplash You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr: …
Three Line Tales 282
They told her she would never make it, that it was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Subconsciously, she started to fence herself into a comfort zone, finding excuses for being unable to fulfil her dreams.
And now, she can only watch from behind her fence as her peers move inexorably toward their goals, leaving her behind.
Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits. The painting below is by artist Chin H. Shin.For the visually challenged writer, […]
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #123
She looked at her painting. Her painting of friendship. No matter how she looked at it, it did not reflect her friendship with the other two.
They were called “The Three Musketeers”, so why did she always feel like an outsider when they were together? Like the two of them were confidantes and she was an interloper?
She looked at her painting again. Two women sharing an umbrella and another by herself. She decided to rename the painting.
“The Farthest Distance in the City”
Welcome back to another WDYS Monday. Rules; You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly. If you post a response before next Sunday, I will […]
What do you see # 87 – 21 June, 2021
Her head down, she slowly pushed the stroller as she mentally took inventory of what she could buy with coupons she cut out from the newspapers.
Baby formula, milk powder, diapers, rice, eggs, toilet paper, would the budget be enough to cover?
There had not been any sale lately; the subsidy from child relief had depleted some time ago; the Soup Kitchen was not sufficient enough to feed her family; the restaurants in her neighbourhood had not been throwing out any surplus food that she could surreptitiously collect. Life was besieging her from all sides and she was running out of ideas.
“Oh, what a precious little thing!” A lady interrupted her thoughts. “She brings a refreshing smile to your face when you look at her!”
She smiled politely at the lady, “Thank you! She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
The lady, who was couching, waving her fingers at the baby and making cooing sounds, stood up and smiled back at her. “And who knows, you might be the best thing that happened to her!”
“Oh, my bus is here!” The lady waved her hand to flag down the bus. “See you around!”
She waved goodbye at the lady and looked down at her little gem. “Am I the best thing that happened to you?”
The baby only gurgled and kicked her legs happily, as she sucked on her little fist.
She laughed at her daughter’s antics. “My best gift is you!”
my world
dimmed into night
but you painted
a full moon
to rain silver
upon me
the last light
in the sky
promising hope
the final companion
i find solace in
as I dwell
in this bleak darkness
Kreative Kue 316 asked for submissions based on this photograph: John W Howell is a multiple nominated and award-winning author who blogs at Fiction …
Kreative Kue 317
“I’m telling you, there’s a squirrel in there!”
“Where?!”
“There!”
“Come out, squirrel!”
“Come out and play with us! Now!”
“We can’t see you yet! But we can smell you!”
“Hurry out now!”
“Out! Out! Out!”
“Come on! Let’s be friends!”
“Yea! We’ll play nice!”
And sadly, it was during that morning walk, the two puppies did not make any squirrel friends. In fact, the entire squirrel colony had to migrate to a more peaceful part of the woods because of the daily harrassment.
Their excited barks were too terrifying.
Welcome to Week #78 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. Prompt for Week #78 (Jun 19, 2021 – Jun 26, 2021) Sound Click here for the 6WSP image. I will do a roundup post each Friday. So please be sure […]
Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #78 – June 19, 2021
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter …
Weekend Writing Prompt #214 – Unknown
They stepped into the unknown world eagerly – just what will they find, panacea, Arcadia or utopia?
The team of elites explored the world but found nothing. There were traces of inhabitation but someone had scrupulously, albeit hurriedly, erased all evidence.
As they reported their disappointing results, they failed to realise they almost found the Atlanteans hiding in different worlds to guard the secrets of Atlantis.
From the Window Seat 