He was determined to learn the art of magic. Mark stayed in his room, watching YouTube and doing bits of research on Google. Mark practised and practised until, finally, it came time for the big show. He may have been prepared, but even he was surprised when the cat disappeared.
The noise from downstairs awoke Daniel who had been sleeping in his bed. He found himself holding his breath to listen carefully to what was happening. Daniel could not stop himself from running downstairs. He burst into the lounge to see Santa, but only saw his dad. Daniel was disappointed.
"Mummy," Danny called out as he entered the building. He was hoping he wasn't too late to say how much he loved her. Danny couldn't believe he had waited as long as he had. She looked up, smiled sweetly, then whispered, "Do I know you?" Her memory had eroded away.
My gaze swept the room, taking in all the antiques for sale. The proud ticking matched my heartbeat, and I crossed for a better look. I wasn't alone when I reached the grandfather clock. When our eyes met, love seemed to swell within me. That clock made us meet.
"So, this is it?" The ghost was clearly unimpressed as she drifted down a corridor. She had expected heaven, not to be stuck watching her ex moving on. Mind you, freaking out his new girlfriends so he remained alone provided some entertainment. Teach him to chuck her off that cliff!
This is my response to today's story a day prompt. I have selected three images to write a fifty word story about. Each one is linked by a single viewer of each image. This was the prompt that we were given: The Prompt Click on this photo. Flick through the gallery and pick the first [...]
On the face of it, today's prompt seemed to be an easy one for me to do. I expected to be full of ideas to complete this one, as it is something that I deal with most of the time personally. So the prompt was, Prompt: Visibly Invisible Today’s prompt is about the inner self of [...]
"Why do you hate me?" He frowned, crinkling his perfect brow. He looked up from his papers to meet her eyes. "Why would you think that?" "You won't let me in," Sara replied. He put down his pen. "Personal feelings don't matter." Saint Peter sent her downwards and smiled. Revenge.
They clutched at each other, but all panic had faded. Instead quiet acceptance filled that final hold. Love had swept over them, but the marriage ceremony had sealed their fate. Fishermen passed nets overhead, trapping lovers. The vow spoken was until death would they part. They had banked on longer.
So, I am curious to see what you make of this. You all saw my attempt in 'shot down', so I want to see yours. Fifty words, this picture. Go! Give me a pingback (add this post link to your reply) or post in comment section 🙂 Go on, it's an amazing picture.