Tag: Imagination
#Writephoto – Exploration of Downstairs
What do you see # 125 – Birthplace
What do you see # 123 – Picture Day
She never liked Picture Day at school. It’s been the day when her mother made her put on all sort of wacky costumes. “It’s for the sake of the memory,” her mother would say when the day came and she whined about the ridiculousness of the costume.
“Why can’t I have a stinkin’ life?” She muttered as she walked home the day before this year’s Picture Day. “If I did have a life, I can stay with friends for the night and I won’t be forced into mom’s costume each year.”
She remembered the previous year when her mother made her wear an 18th Century dress and carry a giant protractor and triangle so everyone would know she’s in the geeky Math Club. She shuttered at the thought.
She stopped walking before realizing she was in front of her home, her hands clenched in fists. “This year, I will stand up for myself. No more ridiculous costumes. No more picture memories.”
What do you see # 122 – What the Hell Happened?
#Writephoto – Sparks Fly
What do you see # 122 – New Life
I don’t know what I expected when I signed that waiver form. My life was over anyway. The doctors gave me a maximum of two weeks, that’s if my body behaved. Then another doctor, who called himself “the Scientist” showed up, offered to give me a new life, all I had to do was give him my old life.
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#Writephoto – At Last Reunited
Trevor has been coming to this side of the docks every day for the last year, always hoping he would spot her boat but deep down, he knew she’s never coming back.
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What do you see # 121 – Awkward
I decided to give this writing prompt (What do you see) a go this week, hope you like the story.
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Friday Fictioneers: No Good
“I’m telling you, he isn’t a good man.” Her sister’s words came echoing in her brain as she crouched lower behind the shrubs. Despite the roaring river beside her, all she could hear was her heart’s thump of terror.
“Oh Val, where are you?” Her boyfriend sing-songed, cracking his knuckles. “Come out and play. You know you want to.”
Val gulped, pondering whether she should jump into the swift water and get it over with. It was then she heard a loud wham and a dull thud. “Val,” came her sister’s voice. “What did I tell ya? He’s no good.”
(100 words)
Friday Fictioneers: The Man Who Wanted to Fly
“He tried to fly before he could ride a bike.” The homeless old man said.
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Friday Fictioneers: Blind Dates
“I had a great night,” I say with a smile glued my face.
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Friday Fictioneers: Spokesperson of Discouragement
“That’s it!” Grinding his teeth, he hurled his creation to the ground and stomped on it until it was unrecognizable. Then he jabbed a finger at his sister, “I don’t want to hear a peep from you.”
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Friday Fictioneers: Heart of Dare
Sometimes, having a daring heart isn’t a good thing.
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Friday Fictioneers: The Peeper
All it took was a momentary flash.
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Friday Fictioneers: Letting Go
It is never easy. It has never been easy for me to let go but this must be done. The inevitable has been dragged on for far too long. Just to do it, say it.
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Friday Fictioneers: Bittersweet Moments
It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
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Friday Fictioneers: What’s in the Trees
Her scream could be heard from the dormitory. “What’s going on?” A few students asked as they gathered behind her. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: What’s in the Trees”
Friday Fictioneers: Cliffhangers
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a bookworm. (audience laughs) After digesting hundreds if not thousands of book, do you know what I think is the worst possible story ending?
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Friday Fictioneers: Wally and Dad
Wally couldn’t believe when his dad said, “Son, let’s go to Ball World!”
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Friday Fictioneers: Never Driving Again
Palms press against my ears, eyes squeeze shut, I sit paralyzed in the driver seat while my sister, Susan, paces outside, spilling expletives like a waterfall. For a moment, I think about spending the rest of my life (despite being only sixteen) riding the bus.
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Friday Fictioneers: A B.U.G Story
Wah…whoa, I’m feeling a bout of vertigo coming on. Where am I? The last thing I remember was walking in the park. Why is everything so big?
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#Writephoto – Money Tree
“Money tree.” Susy spoke the words slowly as if trying to teach someone to speak for the first time. “You don’t believe in such thing, do you?”
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This is Another Story 