Sunday Photo Fiction – September 10th 2017


Sunday Photo Fiction

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in 200 words or less. Careful editing will keep your words within the confines of the 200 word limit. The photo doesn’t have to be centre stage, there have been times when I have had to read the story a few times to spot where the prompt is hidden. Please include a mention and / or link to whoever donated the photo.

The challenge makes you look at replacing two words with one, and a little jiggery pokery. A few words over is sometimes necessary when there is no way of shrinking it without losing an integral part of the story. Using a program like Microsoft Word or Open Office have a word counter so you can see how…

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Evening In Milo Maine (Set 1)

Two photographs in the early evening. There was nothing planned about this, we were passing through and jumped out of the car.

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We were coming from a wedding and had all of our gear in the back. All we did was grab ‘some stuff’ and run around by the river while we had a bit of light.

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Rainbow Colors

A Momma's View

Every time I log into my WordPress account the beautiful colors of the rainbow greet me. And it has a very interesting effect on me.

On one side I feel happy. Because, hey, you know, a rainbow is something really pretty and usually makes you feel happy. But then it also stands for homosexuality. And all the discussion that comes along with it. And that’s where the heavy feeling sets in.

Now you probably wonder why I would feel that way and let me set one thing straight: Some of my best friends are homosexuals and I believe that your sexual preference has nothing to do with your character or who you are as a person.

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

like mercury colliding...

eat the damn

cake…do it

dance naked

drink champagne

you are here

to celebrate

i listen to the

little voices in

my head

they know my

heart best

some say peace comes

before the storm

but watchers follow

its path and see

its wild nature

they never rest

whisper me lies

fill my head with

sweet nothings

i need peachy pink

drivel when

things wax ugly


Magnetic Poetry. Play online HERE.

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