Posts Tagged ‘legends’

Submit a story or poem, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE.  Comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Fiction//Drama

Words: Not sure

Rating: PG

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She soared the highest heights as sea air kissed her lips. Her weightless limbs rode the currents as she gazed at the world below. She swooped and swirled, amazed and afraid. How could this be? People dove from boats and cast lines as she floated overhead. The last thing she remembered was unfolding a deck chair as her hubby baited his hook. She jumped as a voice filled the air.
“Bonnie, it’s time,” it commanded.
She moved toward the light, feeling the tug of the world on her legs.

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Submit a story or poem, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE.  Comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Sci-fi

Words: 100

Rating: PG

Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

Buzzing woke her, confusion greeted her. She was picking berries when the stinging rain came, now she was on her back. Looking left she gasped when she noticed the giant bee, Hearing her ringtone she ran through the overgrowth, tracking the sound until she bumped into a giant black box. Her phone had to be in there. Unable to find an opening she climbed on top, jumping when her background picture sprung to life.

Horror undulated down her spine when she realized she was standing on her phone, as big as a truck, and she was the freak.

Alastair, a talented photographer and writer has started a new fiction group that meets weekly to pen 150 words based on the photo.  Check out this weeks offering and submit one of your own HERE. Once at Alistair’s page, you can add the link to your own story with the link button. (A cute blue monster button)

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The first thing Meg noticed were the smells. Coffee, mustard and bus exhaust, then came the noise. She was in the city, her city,  but not where she should be. Walking to the corner she passed a news stand, the lead paper caught her eye. It was the picture actually, showing a set of stairs she walked everyday on her way to work. The headline read “Woman’s Body Found!”

Grabbing a paper she started to read as she made her way to 2nd street, hoping she wasn’t too late for work. The story related the tale of a woman in a dark blue pants suit, with open toed pumps. She appeared to be about thirty years old with auburn hair. A gold bracelet with a kitten charm was on her left wrist. Her blood ran cold, the article described her outfit, and her to a tee. The killer was still at large.

Then she saw the time stamp on the photo, 03/06/2014, it was March of 2013 when she dressed and left for work. Why hadn’t the vendor yelled when she took the paper without paying?

“Hello? She yelled, but nobody turned. “Somebody hear me, see me please!”

She was met with silence. She touched a man and he passed, her touch unnoticed. Then she saw a man in a yellow hoodie duck into a liquor store, and she recognized that hoodie. The reason for her return was obvious. Ducking into the store she planned her attack and how to expose her killer.

Submit a poem or short story of 100 words or less, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE, or click on the little blue guy at the bottom. Writing tips, typo alerts and comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Macbre

Words: 99

Rating: PG-13

Janet Webb

Janet Webb

Hang dress outside, check. Light sage and light candles, check. Now the incantation that would create his perfect woman. With trembling hands, Stu opened the brittle paper from the ancient, mysterious woman and began to read.

He read faster and faster as a blue light filled his balcony. The dress moved, slowly at first then it filled like a balloon as a tuft of auburn hair sprung from the neck. Then came the scream.

“Damn, I should have hung the dress closer to the ground!” He growled, peering at the broken body below.

 

 


Submit a poem or short story of 100 words or less, inspired by a weekly photo in this fun, flash fiction group. You can read submissions or add your work HERE, or click on the little blue guy at the bottom.

Writing tips, typo alerts and comments welcome, as long as they are respectful and helpful, not hateful.

Category: Fantasy
Words: 100
Rating: PG

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Wow, a field of stone art, not what she expected when she set out with her camera. Some were plain, others resembled men or horses. Checking her settings, she found the best light and starting shooting. Someone would buy these shots, it could interest magazines catering to art, gardening, architecture or history?

She screamed as a giant hand pierced the clouds, blotting out the sun as it moved a sculpture. Scrambling on her hands and knees, her dropped camera forgotten, she screamed as a voice fell from the clouds.

“Check mate!”  It boomed.

“Damn!” A voice replied, “another game?”

Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing exercise.  Talented writers from around the world submit their own stories based on a photo prompt, flash fiction style. I strive to keep up with this group as it stirs my creative juices and pushes me when I need pushed. You can read the stories or submit your own 250 word, (give or take a few words) story Here.

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Slinking through the door she attempted to mingle with the crowd as she peered at the exhibits. While billed as a gallery show for up and coming artists, she knew he was here, somewhere. She could feel his evil. It all looked foreign to her, from the painting of a woman with teeth in her forehead to the sculpted Zebra dangling from a cross.

Then she saw it. A single, subtle skull with a peaceful butterfly perched in an eye socket, disarming yet hopeful, just his style. She watched as well-to-do patrons sipped wine, searching for the next big trend to invest in, all lined up like lambs at a slaughter. She knew that once they were drunk enough, stroked enough and feeling all was right with the world that innocuous looking skull would morph into their worst nightmare. He would come and none would be spared. He would kill with glee and offer the souls to his master if she couldn’t find a way to stop him.

The smell of ozone signaled the beginning. She had to come up with a plan, and fast!

Copyright Jane Kohler 2013

The Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is a group of writers that come together to share weekly stories based on a photo prompt. Go HERE to read or submit or your own story; or click on the little blue guy under my story.

copyright-claire-fuller Kira didn’t have an artistic bone in her body, yet each night she  found herself in a strange world where her hands skillfully coaxed marble into art.  Each morning she tried to convince herself it was a dream,  but she couldn’t deny the blisters or the marble dust under her nails and the unknown faces that clung to her day. Disturbed at first, she used caffeine to avoid sleep and the dreams, but now she welcomed them, knowing something wonderful was waiting for her when she finished, Nestling into the pillow, she smiled, eager to finish.