Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.
Hosted by Priceless Joy.
The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam, author of the blog, Creative Busyness. Thank you Etol!
by John Yeo
The twins were playing at the bottom of the garden with their rag dolls in a woodland clearing.
“Let’s pretend they are alive, and make a story up Jenny.” Said Jilly excitedly, “I’ll take the two with big eyes and you pretend to be the yellow and blue ones.”
“OK Jilly,” replied Jenny with a grin and they began an aliens game, using strange different voices for the toys, and having wonderful fun.
Half an hour later there was a loud summons from the house,
“Come in you two! It is very late now, and time for Supper.”
“Alright Mummy, we are coming.” Chorused the twins.
“What about the toys Jenny?”
“Oh, leave them where they are, Jilly. They should be alright.”
Later, at the end of the garden there was a quiet whir as a flying saucer landed. Three strange, three headed beings, approached the rag dolls, that were abandoned by the twins.
Strange noises as they swept the toys into their ship and flew away.
(“Captain we have captured some aliens!”)
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
This week’s photo prompt is from pricelessjoy.
by John Yeo
Potts, the park attendant was an overbearing man, a stickler for rules and regulations. He came down hard on dog-walkers who allowed their pets to foul the footpath. Litter louts were frowned on and ordered to place the despised rubbish in a bin.
Several notices around the lake requested people not to feed the ducks. Every day Potts caught sight of a little old lady on a bench by the water-side with a bag full of bread feeding the ducks. Potts would continually remonstrate without effect as she would completely ignore him and feed the ducks. One day Potts sat next to her and tried to reason with her. “The bread attracts rats and vermin which are a danger to children, who are vulnerable to disease.”
The old lady turned to him with a wry smile and said: “Son, you will never make me stop, these birds are my family, I have nothing except the cancer that is eating away my soul. Hard-hearted Potts wept as his Mother continued to feed her ducks.
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This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog
White nights by (Juanfer Penagos)
As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia
by John Yeo
The magic is in the mind, always in the mind. I can grow these globes in the garden of time. With enough effort we can fill a whole sky with populated globes. I can conjure chemicals to mix with other chemicals and cause them to rain on these sterile globes. Some will seed and evolve into life forms, some will continue to revolve around my globes, mixing and merging, populating and depopulating. These new life forms will expand and the fittest will survive……
“Will you please put your toys away and go to your room, it is late.”
Oh Mother! Please can I just have another couple of eons.
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