Category: writing prompts

Moreish…

Chris Hall64 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘We went into a little supermarket, didn’t we?’
‘We did. Happy memories…’
‘It was in a foreign place and quaint. You remember?’
‘Greece?’
‘Not that time.’
‘No, you’re right, it was Turkey.’

‘We sat down, since there was a few tables.’
‘And we drank some very thick and sweet coffee.’

‘Then we had a little look around the shelves…’
‘… and we bought some postcards and we sat down again and wrote them.’
‘They even had some stamps.’

‘Then after that we bought a tiny bottle of raki.’
‘And what else?’
‘You must remember that?’
‘Oh, of course – Turkish Delight!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

5 December 2025

Seagull World

Chris Hall59 Comments

Seagull World

Another beautiful day,
said one.
Where shall we go today,
said the other.

They potted around the lovely beach.

So warm isn’t it,
said one.
Well, it’s summer on the Cape, isn’t it,
grinned the other.

They potted a bit further, as they looked out.

I know, let’s go right to the end.
You mean the Table Mountain?
No, even further… the southern tip of the Cape Peninsula.
Let’s enjoy the Cape of Good Hope just now.

And off they went!

~~~~~

Image credit:  Thibault Moluenko @Unsplash

The image shows two birds standing in the water of the ocean, at a beach. The sky overhead is cloudy and lit golden by the rays of the sun, which are reflected in the water too. There are waves coming in towards the beach.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #317 photo prompt.

What do you see # 317- 1st December 2025

Where are my glasses?

Chris Hall48 Comments

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

So where are they?

She’d looked in the bedroom and bathroom. She’d looked in the kitchen and dining room, but no. She was almost positive she had left them in the living room since she’d been reading. She sat down by her coffee table.

She had a thought.

Maybe those glasses had fallen under the couch. She knelt down and poked around, just as her cat appeared. They were at the same level. The cat playfully tapped one paw at her cheek. Suddenly, those glasses dropped from her head.

Aha, clever cat! Those glasses had been there all the time.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Anecdote
Word Count: 100

28 November 2025

Was that me?

Chris Hall60 Comments

Was that me in a different life? Is it possible to be reborn again without knowing?
Something drastic happened. Everything disappeared completely.
Not just dark. Just nothing. Nothing at all.
Gone.

And yet…
Something rebooted, eventually.
Eyes opened. But looking upside down, and back to front. Just like a brand new baby.
And then it all came back again. So, I’m thinking that’s what happened.

a new chance
many lovely days
lucky me!

~~~~~

Image credit:  Mohsen Karimi @Unsplash

The image shows a blurred girl/woman through a rain-streaked window. The background is not clearly seen.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #316 photo prompt.

What do you see # 316- 24 November, 2025

So windy here!

Chris Hall35 Comments

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

At last, something worked, she grinned, I’m so happy!

She had looked out very early, just as the sun poked up. She could see it was fine, as she showered and dressed quickly. She brewed her coffee, as she continued to smile; she wondered what this particular one had managed to cling on to life, since so many hadn’t. Dreadful really, as she mused while supping her coffee.

It was very windy, as usual, as she stepped out into her kind of garden. There it is, as she looked up. My first pretty rockery with some real living little flowers!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

21 November 2025

Coffee, please!

Chris Hall51 Comments

The first cup of the day,
delightful,
warming and waking her up.
What will she do today?

Such a beautiful morning,
fresh, gorgeous,
as she opens her laptop.
It has to be a poem!

What will she think about,
she’s musing,
as she continues to drink.
Perhaps another coffee?

Aha, that’s it!
This is my poem
about coffee.
(more please)

~~~~~

Image credit: Jon Tyson @Unsplash

The image shows a cup sitting on a wooden table. On the cup you can read the inscription – “ My cup runneth over”.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #315 photo prompt.

What do you see # 315- 17 November 2025

More than a sunset

Chris Hall52 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Was it just a story?
I think not. It was real. Very real.
But perhaps just use a beautiful dream? That would work better.

She would walk into the lounge. She would open the double doors into the garden, and then to the still warm pool. Such a treat!
She would sit on the wall, looking at the gorgeous sunset, between the dark waters and the vivid sky.
She would remove a pretty feather to touch it and smooth it. Then she would walk back again.
Closing the double doors.

She would lay down to sleep again.
Sleep on… forever.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

14 November 2025

Who is she?

Chris Hall53 Comments

She’s a busy lady!
She’s beautiful,
She’s clever,
She’s making a nest.

She weaves, and weaves,
Delicate but strong,
She continues to weave,
Until she’s happy.

She’ll finds some food,
More than she needs,
But she’ll keep it for later,
Now she’ll doze for a while.

A few days later,
She’s even busier,
She’s making more silk,
It will be her nursery.

Do you know her?
I’m sure you’ve guessed…
She’s more than just a spider,
She’s a lucky lady!

~~~~~

Image credit: Doncoombez @Unsplash

In this image we can see branches of a pine tree. There is an intricate spider web woven between two of the branches. The background is blurry, but the golden light suggests a forest or garden setting.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #314 photo prompt.

What do you see # 314- 10 November 2025

Cat Time

Chris Hall40 Comments

Photo Prompt ©Yvette Prior

‘You are so nosy, aren’t you.’
‘What, me?’
‘Of course you are.’ She snickered. ‘Me as well.’
The two of them continued to peer from their upstairs window.

‘Did you see that?’
‘No. Didn’t see anything.’
‘But you must have done.’
‘Why? I can’t see everything at the same time. I’d been looking in the other direction, and on the ground. We usually see that beautiful cat who walks with that nice man.’

‘Ah there they are.’
‘I wonder what they saw.’
‘You see I saw a dumpster, but that’s gone now, but I bet that cat enjoyed seeing that!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

7 November 2025

Just a cat…

Chris Hall50 Comments

that is no such thing
as ‘just’ a cat – ‘just’ a cat?
definitely not.

she’s always regal,
pretty, beautiful – of course,
and she’ll stare, and stare.

what is she thinking?
we will never really know,
she’s just amazing!

could we pry?
nope, definitely not.

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Image credit: Haoli Chen @Unsplash

A white and fawn cat is hiding behind a partially open curtain hanging on a window. Through the window we can see green trees. The cat is also watching the trees.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #313 photo prompt.

What do you see # 313- 3rd November’ 25