Photo Prompt – The Storyteller’s Abode
A Walk in the Park
Jake stumbled along the familiar route, drawn to the warm light shining through his window. Home. He was nearly home. The chill air bit into his exposed arms, the thin shirt doing little to warm him, and he shivered. His thoughts skittered as his gaze caught on the trees lining the path.
This couldn’t be real. It just… couldn’t…
The last thing Jake remembered was walking in the park, Filo pulling on his lead and the scent of rhododendron blossoms filling the air. After that, nothing.
He could hear barking from inside the house. At least Filo had made it home, even if he hadn’t. His hand shook as he pushed open the door.
“Jake? Where have you been?” Lily’s arms wrapped around him, tears falling. “I thought you dead. It’s been months!”
He wanted to deny it. Surely he’d just left the house this morning. But the golden leaves on the trees told him it was true. He squeezed Lily close, unable to stop shaking.
The worst part was, he had no idea what had happened.
Word Count: 175
This post is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s prompt was provided by me.
Gentle light caresses fields shorn of their summer abundance as the newly awoken sun peeks above the horizon, tinting the wide sky in pastel shades. A lonely blackbird breaks the lingering hush of the pre-dawn hours. Soon it is joined by its fellows, and their voices rise in joyous chorus. Peace settles upon me as I breathe in the magnificence of the new born day in this place that I call ‘home’.
pure light emerging
awakening wide landscape
This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week we’re asked to share a picture of a place local to us – a place that we think of as ‘home’. These pictures were taken a few weeks ago when I was out for a dawn walk to the meadow, my favourite place in the village. This is the view on the other side of the lane.
bar the pathway ahead,
anger and hatred
tangling ankles in tendrils of flame,
binding feet into immobility.
Specters woven of inconstant sorrow
will not remain triumphant.
yet lies beyond.
This post is for Musin’ with Susan’s Macro Moments challenge. This week’s photo was taken in the meadow at the beginning of September using my Canon EOS 1100D, 18-55mm lens: f/7.1, 1/100, ISO-100.
Anxiety set her thoughts asway, her certainty vacillating as she gazed over the garden: this was insane… she wasn’t ready for such a change… but… but… She drew a deep breath. But she loved him, she couldn’t deny that he completed her, and tomorrow… tomorrow she would say, ‘I do.’
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales.
“Is that food ready yet, woman?”
Julian sighed – here we go again.
“It’ll be ready when its done. If you got off your lazy backside and helped out, maybe it’d be ready sooner!”
Every day it was the same: Henry would snarl and Edna’ strident voice would rise in response. He’d found them amusing at first – the pair knew exactly how to rile one another – but soon their constant arguing had worn him down.
Julian wasn’t surprised she’d slipped poison into her husband’s food – he treated her like dirt, after all. He also wasn’t surprised that the mean old man had strangled her – her nagging was enough to drive anyone to murder. Unfortunately, their actions had simply bound them together, reliving their miserable life, for all eternity.
And nothing he’d tried would get rid of them!
He’d once thought that living in a haunted house would be such fun. Julian winced, rubbing his temples as Edna’s voice reached a piercing pitch. He’d been such a fool.
Hopefully he’d find someone else equally idiotic soon…
Word Count: 174
This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Maria from the blog, Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!
Every Wednesday, all across the internet, bloggers post pictures with no words to explain them. Here is mine.
draped in elegant purity
amidst an array of
interlaced with droplets
of shimmering starlight
in celebration of
This post is for both the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge, with the theme H2O, and Cee’s Black and White challenge, with the theme liquid. The pictures were taken on a very misty morning down in the meadow, when the little trees were festooned with dewdrop covered spiderwebs.
I hope you like them.
If you hear merriment
amidst lengthening shadows,
strands of beguilement entwining your
senses whilst sunbeams scatter like
raindrops upon fertile soil,
look carefully: there you’ll find
ephemeral shelters emerging
for other-wordly festivities
I photographed a lot of toadstools around the meadow and in the little wooded area during September. As I had a few too many to include in the Changing Seasons post, I thought I’d share them with you today, instead.
I hope you like them.
He’d been standing in line, waiting his turn, for far longer than he cared to remember. The sign continued to blink idly in the distance; the column shuffled slowly forwards. Bureaucracy, it seemed, wasn’t just a problem in the land of the living.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.