Friday Fictioneers – Date Night

Every week, Rochelle gives us a donated photo to use as a prompt to write a piece of fiction in around 100 words. If you want to have a go, then click on the Friday Fictioneers image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image.



Photo © Liz Young

 “Hey babyface, how ya doin’ t’day?

Look Army, I have told you before, I am not interested

Aww, g’won. A night out wi’ me is a step up from dese fools

I don’t care. You went for a drink with Dolly and no-one has seen her since

Don’ worry ’bout ‘er. She’s arahnd somewhere

Look, Army. I am going to use small words that you will understand

Aww, don’ be like dat



Because your dates always disappear. Where’s Dolly? Tell me that.

Okay. Ah’ll tell ya. She went on ahead an’ had a beer an’ got smashed.

Sunday Photo Fiction – Children Of The Earth

Every week a photo is donated to use as a prompt to create a piece of fiction in around 200 words which is called Flash Fiction.

If you would like to have a go, click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image.


 “The world was a lot different then,” Paula stated to her students. “We thought we could control the course of the planet. We thought by reducing our energy we could save it. Some felt otherwise and stood against climate control. They claimed it didn’t really exist”

 “We tried to turn solar power into life-saving formats. They worked for a while, but the planetary resources no longer existed and the planet became unstable. Quakes became so regular; you could set the time by them.” Looking down at her notes, Paula thought back to the days before the quakes. The days when sitting in the sun did not kill.

“Some people said following the path of Noah, and building an ark, heading for pastures new.”

“Of course this started arguments across the world as to who would or should go in the ark and who would lead when the world ended.”

Looking out the bubble to Earth 7, HD13931 system, Andromeda galaxy, she wondered how long until it all happened again. Who would become the next Children of the Earth, as she had become one when humanity destroyed the sixth planet to share the name, like the five now destroyed predecessors?

SPF: Perry and the Boat

For the last three years (apart from a break of a few weeks) one of my photos has been used as a prompt for Sunday Photo Fiction, but with changes to my circumstances, I am now taking donations for the challenge.

This week’s photo is the first of the donated ones.

If you want to have a go yourself, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image. If you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image, and if you want to donate a photo for the challenge, click on the photo submission image.



Perry And The Boat

Perry looked out at the boat anchored in the centre of the lake He eyed it as he had for the last seven days. The little boat behind it intrigued him. It was always in a different place even though there seemed to be nobody on the bigger boat.

He hired a small boat and prepared to row out to it and look for himself. The boat custodian tried to advise him against it, telling him he regularly told people not to go, but nobody listened to him.

Perry chuckled and started rowing out when he noticed the smaller boat seemed to be missing. Thinking it sat on the other side of the boat, he moored the little one on the near side. He climbed aboard, glanced over the other side, and frowned when he saw no other vessel.

He walked to the wheelhouse and found the key in the ignition. He turned it and a bright flash blinded him for a few seconds. Shielding his eyes, Perry walked out onto the deck and looked for his boat, now moored to the rear. Looking to the shore, he saw a different landscape. A very much older landscape.