Photo Challenge #456 – Better Learn Fast

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Photo Challenge #357: The Dream

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I opened my eyes and felt my heart leap from my chest as I stared into the foggy abyss. I am acrophobic. Who’s idea is this?

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Photo Challenge #356: Go Big or Go Home


All his life, he had known only one thing – go big or go home. In elementary school, he created the biggest piece of artwork, folded the largest paper crane, and even attempted to bring his teacher the largest gift he could find. Fast forward, he graduated college with a degree in fine arts and an aspiration to become the next Michelanglo – to create the most magnificent sculpture that would be viewed by passerby.

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Photo Challenge #354: Together at Last

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She opened her eyes and sat up. Where am I? What is this place? She wondered as she looked out the window of the house. The house was surrounded by wheat fields.

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Photo Challenge #350: Caught in Action

– Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982

The drawing was blinding. I couldn’t even touch it, let alone look at it. This is what I spent $500 for? I was expecting scandalizing photographs, detailing all those mysterious hours my husband has spent away on his so-called “work trips”. I was definitely not expecting this.

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Photo Challenge #349: Love, Trust, and Promises

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I have never trusted anyone. My whole life, I’ve known only one thing – people lie. People cheat, break promises, betray one’s trust, and never do the things they say they would do.

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Photo Challenge #143: Happy at Last


“All right, children, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Mrs. Fields asked her kindergartners. Emily’s hand shot high, “Yes, Emily?”  Continue reading “Photo Challenge #143: Happy at Last”

Photo Challenge #134: Missing Person


Her face is plastered on every wall in Manhattan. “Missing Person, $5 million reward if found.” Continue reading “Photo Challenge #134: Missing Person”

Photo Challenge #120: White Chapel


The town of White Chapel has known for its supernatural activities and freakish and sudden deaths, though hardly anyone knows the real reason behind this myth. Continue reading “Photo Challenge #120: White Chapel”

Photo Challenge #118: Dearly Missed


Elle and Emily ran playfully along the beach. It’s been such a long time since either of them had done it and it’s certainly been a long time since Elle wore anything that’s not black. “Em, where are you going? Slow down!” Elle called but Emily kept running and laughing, her blue dress floated in the air behind her.

Five steps ahead, Emily turned and smiled, “Come on, Elle, if you want me, you’ll have to catch me.”

Elle stopped, placed both hands on her knees, catching her breath. “Em…I…can’t.”

Emily had stopped running and now, she was walking backwards, “Sure you can, Elle. All you have to do is find your inner strength.” Her voice echoed as she faded away, “Find your inner strength.”

“Em!” Elle screamed, lurching into a upright position on her bed.

“Another bad dream?” A voice said beside her as her fiance joined her. She nodded, threw herself against his chest, and burst into tears. She tried to speak but her fiance softly stroke her hair and whispered, “Shh, don’t say anything. I know.”

A response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge.

Photo Challenge #112: The Dream


Alex looks around, shaking her head, no, this can’t be real, this is a dream, she thinks. She is standing in the middle of the woods, wearing what looks like a black kimono. Continue reading “Photo Challenge #112: The Dream”

Photo Challenge #111: 30 Minutes Before…


Thirty minutes before her wedding, Dahlia found her ear pressed against the back-wall of the closet in her room as she intensely listened to the conversation between her future-husband, Scott, and maid-of-honor, Nikki, that was happening in the next door. Continue reading “Photo Challenge #111: 30 Minutes Before…”

Photo Challenge #91: The Shop

Anne Worner “Don’t Fall In” CC BY 2.0

Continued from “The Mark

On his way to the terminal, he finally found her. He approached the window of what looked like a new boutique, at least one he’s never seen even with his frequent visits to the airport. The mannequin in the shop window wore a very short black dress and its face was covered with a veil but he recognized the mannequin’s hands anywhere. The countless time he’d held them in his own and how many times he had touched it with his lips. Those were her hands which means he had found her.

Quickly, he took out his phone and dialed the police sergeant he met several nights ago. The moment the line went through, he blurted, “I think I found her.”

“Where?” The police sergeant answered in a bored voice.

“At the airport.”

“All right, don’t go anywhere. We’re coming.” Heart pounding and overwhelmed with emotions, he crossed the busy path to the Starbucks. He sat down and checked his watch. Still have an hour, he thought.

He stared at the mannequin. “Who would do this?” He asked himself, “Who could be so perverted?” Couldn’t anyone tell that it was a real person? Couldn’t anyone tell that it’s a woman who’s been murdered in cold-blood? He became so lost in his thoughts that when his phone vibrated in his hand, he jumped, letting it fly out and land on the floor. “Hello?”

“Where are you? I’m here.” Said the police sergeant.

“I’m coming.” He grabbed the handle of the suitcase, stood up, and exited Starbucks. “And you’re sure that this is her?” The police sergeant asked, glancing at the mannequin with speculation.

“Yes, I know those hands anywhere but if you want to confirm my suspicion, all you have to do is look for the birthmark.”

“All right.” Together, they entered the boutique. The shop was lit brightly with sleek white ceramic floors. Everything, shirts, pants, and even skirts, was neatly folded and placed in either the cubicles along the walls or on staircase-like displays. They approached the check register. “Excuse me but are you the shop owner.”

“Yes,” the woman in a stylish ivory business suit and pony-tail replied with a smile, “how may I help you gentlemen?”

“Excuse me but I’m wondering if I can take a look at that mannequin?” The police sergeant pointed at the window.

The woman frowned. “Is there a problem?”

“No,” the police sergeant lied, “I’d just like to confirm something. It’s for a case I’m working on. I hope you won’t mind. It’s got to do with mannequins in general.”

“No, go ahead.”

“Thank you,” the police sergeant said.

They hurried to the window, both of them stood on either side of the mannequin, and slowly and carefully, the police sergeant lifted the skirt. He gasped. It was fainter than before but he could see it, a mark in the shape of a star on the upper right thigh. It was her, his beloved, dead, and modified by chemicals. “It’s her,” He told the police sergeant who nodded.

Carefully, they took a step back and that’s when they both heard the loud cock. “Don’t you dare move.” The shop owner said pointing a gun at his head.

A response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge.

Photo Challenge #90: The Mark


Continued from “The Great Mistakes

He picked her picture off the ground and flicked the broken glass from the picture. “You looked so beautiful.” He muttered and glanced around the dark room. Continue reading “Photo Challenge #90: The Mark”

The Great Mistakes

image by Anne Worner “Peace” CC BY-SA 2.0
image by Anne Worner “Peace” CC BY-SA 2.0

Continued from “The Shadow“…

No one will ever know she’s the mannequin behind the glass, posing so still and steady and no one is going to find out.  Continue reading “The Great Mistakes”

Photo Challenge #88: The Shadows


Her body will lies in the depth of the alley forever…  Continue reading “Photo Challenge #88: The Shadows”

Photo Challenge #87: Reunited

richardloaderI couldn’t believe this. Even after a decade, the place remained unchanged. Before my mother discovered my secret and forced me to follow her across the country, I would come here a lot. This was my sanctuary.

Gently, I ran my hand along the bark of the tree until my fingers reached a flap of loose bark. Upon lifting the flap, tears began streaming from my eyes. “Unbelievable,” I gasped. After so long.

A+D, something I did years before my mother’s discovery of my secret. “David,” I whispered, I still think about you all the time.

“Agatha?” A familiar voice said. I whipped my head around. There he was, looking not a day older than the day I left him. He smiled, “Agatha, is that you?”

“Yes, it is.” With three strides, I closed the distance between us. He raised his palm, I did the same, like the way we would begin our dance. As our skin touched, a warm bright yellow light appeared between us. “What’s happening?” I asked.

“Agatha, you’re coming to join me.” David said softly.

I frowned. “Join you where?”

“Agatha, do you remember what you were doing before you arrived here?” I shook my head. “You were traveling to Cincinnati when your car skidded off the highway.” I gasped as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

I opened my mouth and closed it. I couldn’t believe it. “I was on my way here.” I said and looking into his eyes. “I was on my way here.”

A response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge.

Photo Challenge #83: Great Land of Wonders

kevin-rossatty“Don’t you worry, I will protect you.” Sebastian said as he hugged the bucket tight against his chest. He was lost in a world where animals talked and mushrooms hopped and teleported and policed. It was like Narnia meets Wonderland. Continue reading “Photo Challenge #83: Great Land of Wonders”