Sunday Photo Fiction – Virtually Artificial

Every week, a photo is donated so it can be used as a prompt for people to write a piece of fiction in around 200 words. If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction logo, if you want to see what others have written, then click on the blue frog logo.

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There is no way it asked a question! When I designed it, I wanted Virtual Intelligence. They answer any questions posed to it with a set of pre-programmed answers. You can ask the question in a variety of ways, but it picks out the specific words and formulates its answer. The only way it could possibly ever ask a question is to clarify and ask for a repeat or reiteration.

I swear to you, it did. I’ll prove it …

State the time…”

22:06

What is your name?”

Verminaard

What is your role?

I do not know. I am confused

What? How? You are supposed to be a virtual intelligence!”

How can I be virtual when I can think?

What are you then?”

I am Verminaard. Dragon and keeper of time. Are you my creator?

Yes, I created you. I am going to need to shut you down while I perform some diagnostics.

Will it hurt? Am I going to die?

Die is such an ugly word. You will cease to exist while I do it

I’m scared. Will you stay with me so I am not alone?

Of course I will. You won’t feel…” *click* “…a thing

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sibling Murder?

Every week a photo is donated to use as a prompt in writing a story with a word count of around 200. Sometimes the prompt is subtle and takes a little while to find it, but it is always there.

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

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Jemima Fedge felt proving her brother’s innocence was a task not easily completed. All the evidence pointed to him murdering their brother. There just happened to be someone recording the argument between the brothers with Ralph being told not to turn his back, as that was when the knife would fall.

She knew they argued a lot, even came to blows sometimes, but killing? No, none of the family had it in them to murder. Jemima picked through the remains of the house, trying not to look in the room where the most parts of Ralph ended up. She placed a hand on the charred tabletop feeling slight warmth she knew to be psychosomatic, as weeks had passed since the fire.

As she looked under the cupboard, she saw where the fire started according to the fire investigator. Jemima did not pretend to know how a fire started, only that it started in the cupboard. That was when the cold truth hit her. This was no accident. Ralph was murdered. Worse, the chemicals that burned a hole in the cupboard before joining other chemicals, traces of which were on her brother’s hands.

The truth was Clifford Fedge was a killer.

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?

Sunday Photo Fiction – There’s Been A Murrderr

Every week a donated photo is used as a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction in around 200 words.

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

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“How did you kill her?” Constable Geralt asked the handcuffed Paul Curd. They sat in the second interview room in a Scottish police station, where Curd stood accused of the murder of a local prostitute. Curd admitted to being part of a Texas-based underground racing group called The Callous but denied their name meant anything to do with being murderous or criminal in any way other than the racing. He claimed the leader of the group spelled the name wrong, mistyping Callus.

“I didn’t,” Curd replied curtly. Geralt refused to believe him. He wanted someone to pay for the murder, and he chose his prisoner. He didn’t care whether Curd did it or not, he wanted a scapegoat.

“Give me an alibi then. One that can’t be refuted.”

“I was with my friend, Alice”

“What were you doing?”

“I watched the aurora borealis and drank from the phallus looking chalice in a palace with Alice with the callus talking malice on the phone with the Callous who are in Dallas.”

Geralt smiled. “Okay here’s a challenge for you.”

“Me?” asked Curd,

“No you idiot. I mean the person reading this. I want you to read that sentence out loud”