Sunday Photo Fiction – Martini

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction. I heard it the other day and felt it fit quite well. If you want to have a go at Sunday Photo Fiction, then click the image, and if you want to read what other have written then click on the blue frog image.

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Charles Dickens walks into a bar and asks for a Martini.

Barman says “Olive or twist?”

Sunday Photo Fiction – A Dragon’s Tale

Every week a photo is donated to use as a prompt to create a piece of fiction in 200 words or less. The challenge runs from Sunday to Sunday, and y9ou can take part at any point in that week, not just on a Sunday.

If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction, image and head over to the page. If you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image below it.

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I watched the people walk past, completely oblivious to my observations and plans to lay waste to the area around. My time of watching is now over.

I smile and leap from my perch. I spread my wings to their full width and flap them; the beat of my leathery membranes cause a “wumf” and I feel the power as I soar upwards. I laugh as the humans scatter, screaming and running for cover.

“Diiieeeee!” I shout as I reach the pinnacle and turn downwards. I take a deep breath start grinding my rear teeth to start sparks. I release a billow of flame melting everything in my path. Fire leaps from house to house, from person to person. I laugh louder at the screams of terror, and the cries of the dying.

I soar upwards again and turn sharply to plummet. I fold my wings back to my sides, and release another billow of flame and watch the humans turn to ash in front of me. I see the devastation around me, and …”

The child taps the side of my perch stopping my daydreams. I can’t even move my wooden eyes since the spell turned me to this.

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.

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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

NO!

WHY?

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.

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 “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?