Friday, 29 November 2019

Cee's Black and White Photo Challenge: Doors and Drawers

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Doors and Drawers



For more information on this challenge, please visit the Black & White Challenge page.

This week the topic is Doors and Drawers.

Here is my entry:






Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Cee's Fun Foto Challenge - Yellow



Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Yellow
Create a Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge (CFFC) Post
Joining in with this challenge – this week the subject is YELLOW.

Here is my entry for this week:
Wine bottle hat and scarf

Double yellow lines on road

Yellow statue under bridge

Yellow plane

If you would like to join in Cee’s challenge here is the link:
Please check out my Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge to check out more of what this challenge is about.




Thursday, 7 November 2019

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - TIME


Joining in with Friday Fictioneers
Using the photo prompt create a story using 100 words.

Here is the link to read other stories or to join in.



The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.


Photo prompt: Ronda Del Boccio


TIME

Anna never knew what to expect when she visited her Gran.  Doris had been living on her own for the last five years.  At first the family were quite worried how she would cope as Stan, her husband, had organised everything, from the money to the grocery shopping.

They stopped worrying after a year as Doris seemed to have a new lease of life.  Now, however, things were in the wrong place with no logic to them.   

It was time to have a family conference, maybe even look in to a residential home for her, if they could afford it. 

Thursday, 31 October 2019

Friday Fictioneers - Empty House



1 November 2019

Published October 30, 2019 by rochellewisoff

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS



PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit. 



PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


Empty House

Toby came home to an empty house every day after school.  He was 12 years old and quite capable of looking after himself.  He saw the empty food containers, the clean glass and quickly scurried to the kitchen to prepare his lunch box for the next day.

He thought he would just have a rest before he prepared the evening meal when he saw his mum’s leather case on the table.  She was going to be so angry when she got home from her long commute.  He just had a peek at the paperwork.  Two words jumped out – Decree Nisi.

Word count: 100

Expectations - Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner



30 October 2019




The Six Easy Guidelines

1.        A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
2.        Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
3.        All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
4.        Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)

5.        Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section.

If you want to join in here is the link:


This week’s photo prompt:

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Here is my story.

EXPECTATION

She heard the heavy iron key jangle on his belt.  Her stomach roiled with anxiety.  Would he be in a good mood when he entered the house?  Would he be angry at something that had happened on his journey home?

Alexander turned the key in the door, lifted the latch, plastering a smile on his face.  Even though he had had a bad day he wanted to be loving and kind to his wife.  It was too long since he’d actually appreciated all she did for him.

There she was, a vision in loveliness.  Her gossamer nightdress floated against her lithe body.  Her curls cascaded down her back, their black beauty shining against the lamplight. 

As she opened her mouth to greet him, he backed away. Her smell was overpowering, the cloying perfume making him gag.  Her bracelets tinkled as she raised her hand to caress his face, her smile was strained, she wasn’t sure of his reaction.
Alexander was not going to let Isabella down again.  He held his hand to his cheek, covering her slim fingers with his strong fingers. 

“Shush, shush, it will be alright.”

A single tear escaped down her cheek.

“I love you,” he said.  

Word count: 200

Saturday, 26 October 2019

TWILIGHT


Joining in with this weekend prompt from

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/10/26/weekend-writing-prompt-129-twilight/?blogsub=confirming#blog_subscription-2


the challenge:

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 for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Sammi’s comment section.



TWILIGHT

Walking in the gloaming, lights begin to twinkle as each household begins to close down for the night.  

Ethereal glows casting their shadows along the street, spotlighted in areas by the lamppost lights beginning to flicker into life. 

The evening contained a surreal aura.



Thursday, 17 October 2019

Friday Fictioneers - 17 October 2019










Photo prompt:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


The shop lights illuminated the cobbled paving, glowing bright white and golden, enhanced by the street lights suspended above the pedestrianised area.  Sheila winced at her last mouthful of cold coffee, surprised she’d managed to make it last for an hour.  The dirty looks sent her way by the proprietor of the café told her she must move.  Stealing herself she opened the café door and walked out in to cold loneliness wondering if anybody she saw before her were happy in their lives.  Nobody noticed her which summed up her humdrum existence, stuck in the rat race of corporate business.