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it’s Valentine’s day
come on, let’s go and eat here
we’ll sit together
we’ll have a little smooching
since both of us are soulmates
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Valentine’s Day 💘
Category: writing prompts
Park place
Photo Prompt © David Stewart
She had been moseying along that long sidewalk, since she had little to do that day. The street was wide and very, very straight, as she continued to walk on. There were trees on the left and trees on the right, and they had been planted for some years.
She almost felt that she should hug a tree.
But that would look daft.
A little later she entered the park there.
There was a handy bench not far, so she sat down.
Opening her big bag, she took out her writing book and a pen.
Then it became a poem.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Those Cloisters
She stood reverently,
bowing her head,
hoping to find herself,
there was no-one around,
and that was what she wanted.
She began to walk,
trying to stay focused,
but what was the point?
But then she knew,
she must do this,
that beautiful
nunnery.
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Image credit: Yasmin Onuș @Unsplash
This image shows a long stone corridor with repeating arches, where soft sunlight creates dramatic shadows and highlights the historic architecture. Mardin, Türkiye
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #327 photo prompt.
Otters at large
Those otters were on the move.
They were swimming with purpose.
They had enjoyed those smallish fish,
but now they are going down stream.
Previously they had been in a beck.
They had been playing in little pools.
It had been pleasant and good fun,
but then it had been time to stride on.
Leading, like she would, she beckons.
The three almost grown-up pups were alert.
They could see they were getting closer,
since this is the proper river, and what will they find?
Soon they were there; where should we choose?
They all looked around along the bank.
But it didn’t take long, fortunately,
and, of course, Mister Otter was back!
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113 words
An interesting apartment
Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast
It was my first pad, and for the first time it was just me on my own.
Rent, of course, but not too expensive. Well, it was pretty tiny.
Partly furnished, all old stuff, but usable.
A single bed, a little rickety. A big cupboard, a dressing table (hideous), and a chest of drawers.
I’d a beanbag and a couple of big cushions, my clothes and bedding, my books and the darling record-player, plus some albums.
On the landing there was a shared kitchen and bathroom.
The first night, I’ll never forget that.
I woke up.
A ghost appeared.
Perfect.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100
Around the world, and more
She got up in the night that time,
it was gorgeous and warm,
and so clear.
The moon was full and huge,
the stars twinkled beautifully.
There was planets – she knew them,
and beyond there were galaxies.
She stared, and stared again,
then she was moving, up and up.
She will meet and greet,
but who were they?
She closed her eyes,
and that was it.
And was it just a dream?
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Image credit: Steve Busch @Unsplash
The photographer described this image as; Triangulum Galaxy. Not your normal-looking galaxy. This galaxy is known as a flocculent spiral galaxy because its arms are made of patchy segments, not long, continuous spirals like you see in most other galaxies. It also lacks a strong central core of dense, bright stars. The patchy blue and red/pink areas are large star formation regions. This galaxy is 2.7 million light years away.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #326 photo prompt.
Seven words
It said, ‘take what you need.’ It was stuck on a telegraph pole by the pavement.
She stopped and looked. Interesting, she thought.
But she moved on, although she continued that thought.
She mused as she walked along that road.
What were the seven words again?
She could remember them, and all were good, she felt.
She pondered as the rain started again. Well, it was the UK after all.
Then the next telegraph pole appeared, which also had the same words.
However, this one had been disfigured.
So ‘love’ and ‘money’ had disappeared, as did ‘passion’ and ‘happiness’ – very sad that.
Then ‘luck’ had become ‘uck’ – very unpleasant.
But, at least it hadn’t been replaced with ‘fuck’ (gosh, naughty).
Right in the middle, the word, ‘courage’ had lost part of it.
Now it’s called ‘rage’… another gosh for that.
All that was left was ‘hope’ and that seemed appropriate.
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Image credit: Maximus Mazar @Unsplash
This image shows a paper poster on a pole, saying – “Take what you need”
Underneath are tabs marked- Love, Hope, Passion, Courage, Happiness, Luck, Money!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #325 photo prompt.
Precocious, she was…
Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
‘I want to go on the dodgems. The bright purple one looks best.’
She grins, looking to her older brother. ‘Pretty please?’ As she jumps up and down, then waves her little hands.
‘You’ve got the money, haven’t you. And I’m sure we’ve enough.’
She wheedles her older brother. And it always works.
‘Look, it’s stopping.’
She grabs his hand and almost drags him over to the pretty bright purple bumper car.
She jumps in. She’s always the driver, even though she can only just reach that pedal. Then he pays that tall guy, and they are off. Broom, broom!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
More dunes
We met in the desert that time,
just me and him,
he walked, but I rode a camel.
We started our journeys,
him from the west,
me from the east.
We’d left at dawn,
just as the sun peeped up,
as we plodded across the dunes.
We arrived as the blistering sun beat down.
We did our trading,
and then we left.
Was there a moral?
No need for that…
Just good business.
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Image credit: Pedro Kümmel @Unsplash
This image shows desert dunes with footprints left by humans and animals in the sand. The photographer explains; Under the warm sun, the dunes carry gentle scars of passage, lines and footprints that vanish as quietly as they appear!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #324 photo prompt.
Lift-off…
Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast
It had been quiet as usual, apart from those times when the services were on. I had a part-time job in the cathedral. I did various tasks, from the top of the gantry to do the stained-glass windows, to the lowest part in the crypt where I moved odd objects, but very gently.
I had been in the crypt, but for some reason I headed up. There was a strange noise, and it was getting louder. And then the whole ceiling disappeared into the sky, as the crypt ripped out.
I stared, and stared. It was a spacecraft. How extraordinary!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Sorta Fiction
Word Count: 100
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