Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Collector

An eagle sits atop a wall staring out away from the building it guards. Behind the stone bird was an old house where a collector once lived. He travelled far and wide to gather the most intriguing artifacts and bring them all back to join his ever filling house. Despite everything he still somehow managed to keep everything organized according to which continent he found them, something which he took a lot of pride in.

His prized possession was that eagle which once sat atop a different wall in Rome. He kept it outside so that everyone could see it, and he kept it facing outwards so it would be able to see any would be thieves.

However he later found that he should have had the bird facing inwards so that it could watch him.

He died not that long ago. Archaeologists and museum curators took his collection and gave everything new homes where they would be safe and where people could see and learn about their history. The people who took his collection all called him a thief, but to this man he wasn’t stealing anything. Instead he built a hobby out of collecting new friends.


This story is for Sunday Photo Fiction where writers must write a story based on a prompt which is around 200 words long. More information can be found here. Other stories for this challenge can be found here.

Photo comes from A Mixed Bag.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

Beneath the Ocean’s Surface

Deep beneath the surface of the ocean many organisms make their home. Glowing white jellyfish swim freely around angler fish and other bizarre creatures. Many of these organisms have yet to even be seen by human eyes.


This is a story written for Three Line Tales week 72. The goal is to write a story that is three lines long using a photo prompt. You can find the challenge post here.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Bookstore

The bookstore had been there for nearly a century. The shelves were lit by light bulbs dangling from the ceiling which had been installed only two decades before. There never seemed to be a speck of dust on the shelves and though the hardwood floor could at times be covered in dirt because of thoughtless customers, the employees always made sure they swept it well at least once a day.

Though the store was rather small, many customers came in each day to look through the many books and maybe find something that catches their interest. Now a teenaged girl searched for the perfect book to read in her spare time. She picked up one of the thickest books on the shelf and leafed through it before sighing and putting it back on the shelf.

An employee noticed her and for some reason he felt she was sad. He decided against going to help her because he felt that sometimes people just need some space to think. But despite the fact the teenager was surrounded by the words of over a hundred different people she felt more alone than ever.

When the store closed she was still searching.


This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner week #24. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction below 200 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.

The photo prompt came from https://www.pexels.com/photo/architecture-bookcase-books-bookshelves-300412/

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Photographer

The photographer crouched down in the middle of the cobblestone street, slightly angling her camera to hide the steady trickle of tourists. She wanted her photographs to capture the historical aspect of this building, and not the touristy trap part. She could only hope that her pictures would turn out as beautiful as she thought they would turn out. Only a quick look on her computer’s screen would tell her.

But as she snapped photographs in the middle of the cobblestone street she realized that people stepped around her. They never looked down, or laughed at the way she crouched, but rather she was completely invisible to them. It was as though she was never even there. And that is true in the fact that the only person absent from most photographs is the person who originally took them.


This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 150 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.

Photo prompt provided by The Magesticgoldenrose.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

Chess

The man was overjoyed when his young daughter begged him to play chess with her while clutching the box to her chest. Together they took all the pieces out of the box and set up the board. His daughter chose the pieces made of clear glass, he took the frosted glass pieces. After they were all set up they started the game.

His daughter wasn’t very good at the game. She had only learned how to play chest a few months before so she still made a lot of mistakes. Each time she made a mistake such as moving a bishop sideways he would tell her what she did wrong so that she could get better at the game. At first she wasn’t too happy when he did this, but after a while she just followed his instructions and gained a better grasp of the rules.

She didn’t win this time. She had yet to win, but she hoped that one day she could beat her father at chest. For now the two were just happy to play the game together.


This story is for Sunday Photo Fiction where writers must write a story based on a prompt which is around 200 words long. More information can be found here. Other stories for this challenge can be found here.

Photo comes from A Mixed Bag

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Clown – #3LineTales

“Dave was the clown at my nephew’s birthday party.”

“Oh really, how was he?”

“To be honest not very good, but at least he made the kids laugh.”


This is a story written for Three Line Tales week 71. The goal is to write a story that is three lines long using a photo prompt. You can find the challenge post here.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

Going Out on the Lake

The surface of the lake rippled softly as Doug climbed down into the boat. He took inventory of everything he had brought with him as well as everything already in the boat as he waited for his friend to arrive. He wanted to be sure that they could go out on the lake as soon as they arrived.

After a several minutes he realized that his friend was going to be late so he climbed back onto the pier and looked out at the lake. The gentle waves lapped against the the stairs he had built only a few years before that went down into the water. He wanted to be sure that his kids, whenever he ended up getting kids would be able to play in the water.

Other cottages like his own dotted the coastline. Most were empty. The cold nip of winter had yet to leave completely. He himself was still bundled up in layers of clothes. But the feeling of being out on the water once again allowed him to ignore the snow that still clung to the forest floor but nowhere else. He couldn’t wait to get out there with his friend.


This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner week #24. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction below 200 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.