Sunday Photo Fiction

Lather, Rinse, Repeat…

She’s my waterfall…

A young boy was walking through an Irish glen when he stumbled across a clearing with the most spectacular pool of water and an amazing waterfall. As he approached further he could see a girl, a naked girl, under the waterfall washing her long, blonde hair.

He got closer and closer to see her more clearly but at the same time he was trying to be as quiet as he could so that he would not be caught.

Suddenly, a branch under his foot snapped..

“Shit!”

The girl suddenly turned around and spotted the boy.

“Who’s there?” she shouted in a strong Irish accent.

Then she spotted him.

“Stop! I see you….who’s that? I know who you are…” she shouted.

“I-I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” said the boy shyly.

“You’re Mrs. O’Tay’s lad aren’t you?”

“Y-y-yes Miss, I’m Tim”

The boy ran away as fast as he could and the girl continued to wash her hair.

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This was part of the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge hosted by http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com. It is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied .

If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

To see previous entries take a look at the archive or click on Sunday Photo Fiction in the category cloud on this page.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

Can You Guess The Soap Opera…?

Chris and Ali were walking past a house on a quiet cul-de-sac and could see someone inside, crying.

She was an older lady and it upset Chris seeing this woman crying so he approached the window and looked inside. The old lady was putting clothes in a tumble dryer and balling her eyes out whilst a man watched over.

Chris knocked on the window.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I hate doing this, it’s n-n-not the s-s-same….doesn’t give me the same satisfaction as before” she sobbed.

“She’s crazy,” the man said. “She’d much rather dry her clothes using that clapped out old contraption that I just sent to the tip”

The old lady wailed and pointed at the man

“I’m not crazy….I miss his mangle”

This was part of the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge hosted by http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com. It is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied .

If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

To see previous entries take a look at the archive or click on Sunday Photo Fiction in the category cloud on this page.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

The Sun Doesn’t Have Its Hat On…

The Last Sunrise…

“I still can’t believe this is the last ever sunrise” said Ali.

“I know, but it will also be the most beautiful one we’ve ever saw” replied Chris as he cuddled closer to Ali.

They both sat, wrapped in each others arms staring at the magnificent colours that poured through the clouds in front of them. It was possibly the most perfect sunrise of of all  the sunrises since the dawn of time and it was bitter sweet that it would be the last.

“Do you think it knows?” asked Ali.

“What? That it’s the last time it will rise?” replied Chris.

“Yeah” answered Ali.

“Hmmmm, doubtful, if it did, it would have put it’s hat on..surely…” said Chris as a tear rolled down his cheek. Ali smiled.

They both sat in silence, waiting….

This was part of the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge hosted by http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com. It is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied .

If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

To see previous entries take a look at the archive or click on Sunday Photo Fiction in the category cloud on this page.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

Creation…

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Sunday photo fiction…

It was God’s fifth day and he was really getting into the swing of the old Creation business. So far, some of his creations included beautiful oceans, magnificent mountain ranges and fantastic rainforests.

God was on a roll. Mother Nature sat beside him and was in awe of his creativity.

Ping – and another wondrous feature was created.

“Wow!” exclaimed Mother Nature, looking at the striking sight that had appeared before her eyes, “what is that?”

God smiled smugly, extremely pleased with himself and named this new beauty…

She’s A Waterfall

This was part of the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge hosted by http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com. It is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied .

If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

To see previous entries take a look at the archive or click on Sunday Photo Fiction in the category cloud on this page.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

3, Is The Magic Number

Three figures stopped and looked up at the large stained glass window.

“What does it mean?” said the first of the group.

“I can’t hear you, what did you say” the second replied.

“What are you looking at, I can’t see anything” said the third.

“Hmmmm, I just don’t know what it’s all about!” said the first again.

“Three men…can’t fight, don’t fight, won’t fight….maybe, possibly?” he pondered, “that’s a stupid proverb if you ask me” he stated.

The other two still had no idea what he was talking about and then a few minutes later the three wise monkeys ran back to their trees.

This was part of the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge hosted by http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com. It is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied .

If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

To see previous entries take a look at the archive or click on Sunday Photo Fiction in the category cloud on this page.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

The Gate

It had been locked for many years. No one knew quite how long or why it had been locked in the first place. Although it had been given a name which had been passed down from generation to generation.

There were many stories and legends of what lay beyond this rusted, sad looking gate but no one was certain if they were true or not.

Legends of beautiful, green gardens and rivers so blue. People would dance. People would sing. People would….be there. Whether there were still people there, no one knew.

Something happened. Something changed. People on both sides of the gate used to live in harmony and now they were cut off from each other by an inanimate object.

If you looked closely enough at the padlock, the words “England” could be seen. This didn’t mean anything to the people who lived on this side of the gate in Scotland and it was just one more mystery of the….

“Independence Gate”

This was part of the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge hosted by http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com. It is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied .

If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

To see previous entries take a look at the archive or click on Sunday Photo Fiction in the category cloud on this page.

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction: January 5th 2014

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction).

The old man and the young boy stopped and sat down on the beach to talk about what had just happened.

“Why do people always want to be someone else?” the old man asked. “Why can’t they just be happy with who they are?”

The young boy shrugged and the old man pointed out to the sea.

“Take that lighthouse for example. It sits there on the harbour wall doing an amazing job of guiding ships back safely to shore yet all it can think about is how it wishes it was the ship sailing the seven seas instead of being stuck on the shore day in, day out…”

“And look at the ship, it wishes it was the lighthouse – sitting safely on the land not having to go out in the wild sea.” the old man went on.

“And the…” the old man was interrupted by the young boy.

“And they both want to be the helicopter flying high in the sky but the helicopter just wants to be safe on land or sea?” finished the young boy.

“Good lad” said the old man.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: December 29th 2013

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction). Here’s mine…

Sunday Photo Fiction: December 29th 2013

Sunday Photo Fiction: December 29th 2013

 “Are you spying on those boats again” shouted up an angry woman.

“Oh do be quiet woman and bring me more paper!” returned the man.

“What’s the paper for now? Honestly I don’t know what the fascination is with those bloody boats. They row forward, then they row back…” she questioned the man whilst handing him the paper.

The man placed the paper on the table and his drawing machine began ticking back and forward producing colourful graphs. He was immediately engrossed and forgot the woman was even there.

The woman huffed and walked off shaking her head.

“Spy. Row. Graph” she muttered.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: December 22nd 2013

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction). Here’s mine…

This was the Christmas Eve that he was going to capture the moment on camera.

He was going to blow all doubt out the window with his photographic evidence of what goes on under the Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve.

The hidden camera was set, the house was quiet and it was now time to wait. Crouched behind the sofa, waiting to witness what he had always believed in…

Just before midnight – it happened. A stumbling figure began placing presents under the tree….

The camera began clicking away but that wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted to leap out and scream!

So, Santa jumped out from behind the sofa and screamed at the drunken parent putting down the presents under the tree…

“I knew it! I knew you were pretending to be me!”

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Sunday Photo Fiction: December 15th 2013

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Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied above.

Here’s mine………

“I hope and pray they survive” thought a wise onlooker.

“Why, oh why do they fight with their own kind?” she thought.

“Such an intelligent species but why must they be so violent?”

“Held prisoners by monsters who can’t agree to live and let live….”

The lady who was looking in took a photo and moved on.

“Such a waste” thought the wise onlooker and returned to her mate inside their primate enclosure.

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