photo by Andrew Donovan Valdivia via Unsplash Her autumn comfort,Dancing over the fallen,A graveyard playground. I wrote this in response to this week's three line tales.
Tag: Challenges
WW/FFFC: Moving on
The young girl set down her suitcase before glancing back at the way she had walked. It was time to move on a all busted nd the only thing left to do was deciding where she was going to go. Pulling down the balloons, she studied them. No, this solar system bored her. "Bye," whispered [...]
TLT: Fun of the fair
photo by Hannah Busing via Unsplash The girl is smiling,The big wheel dominates sky.Tall enough to ride. I wrote this in response to this week's three line tales.
TLT: ignored
photo by Zac Ong via Unsplash he Water Dances Here,The moon making it silver.Unnoticed by some.Written for this week's three line tales
SPF: Vacation
Photo courtesy of Morguefile The family were silent as they trudged around in the forest. It was almost as if they were speechless because of the beauty they found themselves surrounded in. The wonderful grasses and flowers bent beneath their weary feet. The family had long since finished taking their pictures and just wanted to return [...]
TLT: Enclosed
My secret garden,Vines hiding outsiders' eyes.Rose scented prison. Written for this weeks three line tales
Sunday photo fiction: The unusual place
Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com Tony knew this place as the train graveyard. The place where they bought railway carriages to die. It seemed odd to just leave these things in the middle of nowhere rather than destroy them. He explored it one day so he could write about it as an unusual destination. What he found [...]
TLT: Mafia?
Canals form the streets,Gilded boats carry tourists.Concrete shoes hides some. I wrote this in response to this week's three line tales.
WW/FFFC – Fuzzy
This was a dream, it had to be. The world around me appeared black-and-white, covered in some kind of fog that made everything seem unfocused. London. I was in London somehow. Looking at Big Ben in the mists of maybe time itself. Where were the cars? I wrote this in response to writing Wednesday and [...]
Friday fictioneers: Working museum
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr I loved my job in the working museum. Every day, I got to play dress up as a delivery driver from a time gone by. Then I met a little boy who was curious. I didn’t mind that; it was part of what I did. It was when questions became personal that [...]
