Category: writing prompts

Funny?

Chris Hall53 Comments

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

It was the middle of the day and the middle of the week. Always the same, just like clockwork. Only the obvious tasks. She would remove the slightly drooping flowers on the top few steps. She’d already brought some new ones to freshen it up.

She looked up to the tall windows and beyond, she said a little prayer, closing her eyes.
But then it happened, and so quickly.

She walked back, slipped and tripped.
Her beautiful blooms were held up.

But, oh dear.

Her bloomers were on show, just as the old rabbi appeared.
What a confusion…
Oops, indeed.

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

10 October 2025

The Hand

Chris Hall37 Comments

a jagged edge, it’s blurring, it’s dark and so cold
tears are dropping across her face, a hand waves
a blunt object appears, it’s unearthing but what?
suddenly something shatters and scatters across the room
she’s moaning, she’s scared, hardly surprising
the hand appears again
what is it doing?
but it’s gone
wake up
BANG

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Image credit: Katie Mukhina @Unsplash

This image shows the shadow of an arm and hand cast on a wall. The outline of the shadow are a bit blurry.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #309 photo prompt.

What do you see # 309- October 6, 2025

Going Up!

Chris Hall32 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

A fascinating building, so tall and slick, and some interesting jutting parts. Most peculiar, but in a good way. Fast escalators and faster lifts, let’s not bother with those stairs – that’s too much time and time is money.

Staring at the window, so clear and sparkly, how would that work, she wondered?
It was her first day to work there, as she sat down in her cubicle.

She had many tasks to do, working flat out for more than two hours. Then a voice appeared, ‘you might like to join us by the window.’

And, of course, that’s history now.

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

3 October 2025

Dancing Days

Chris Hall51 Comments

my dancing days
were delightful
I’d shimmy and shake
boogie down
and dance the night away
there was hip hop
salsa, samba and rumba
what a wonderful time it was
my dancing days are over
but I reminisce often
you see I was
that dancing queen
back then

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Image credit: Marcel StrauB @Unsplash

This image shows a dance floor lit by strobe lights, and many people can be seen on the dance floor.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #308 photo prompt.

What do you see #308- September 29 , 2025

Just dusting…

Chris Hall47 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She’d been humming in an off-key, as she dusted in the music room, moving things around a bit, but not too much. ‘Well, a job is just a job,’ she muttered to herself, as she decided to listen to the radio.

The music was rather bland, strange that it was tuned to that particular station. ‘What nonsense,’ she mumbled, while tuning further.

‘Ah that’s a bit better,’ as she started to hum again.

Her dusting became more vigorous and more animated.
The music felt almost alive.
Suddenly she grabbed the nearest guitar, and she shouted, ‘I’m going to boogie down!’

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

26 September 2025

What a lovely sketch!

Chris Hall59 Comments


another artist
what will this be?
it seems to be a landscape
and it’s pretty accurate.

I wonder if I could get a bit closer
although I don’t want to put him off;
rather I should walk a little further
such a lovely lake.

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Image credit: Salva Jamm @Unsplash

This image shows a man, probably an older man, sitting by the shore of a lake and there is a painting / picture in his hand. It looks like he is trying to capture the scene in front of him on paper / canvas.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #307 photo prompt.

What do you see # 307- 22 September’25

Who’s coming for dinner?

Chris Hall24 Comments

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

‘Something delicious to eat this evening,’ as they walked through the hall to the dining room and sat down.
‘We need to order, but we also need to do something else.’
‘True. We should crane around the tables and chairs.’
‘We maybe could have a little look in the library – there is one, isn’t there?’
‘Plus, we could also duck into the kitchen, we could see what is best.’

They stood up, leaving their napkins.
So what happen next?
.
.
.
‘I’ve got it,’ she said. ‘It’s me, Miss S in the hall, with the candlestick.
That’s it, we were playing Cluedo!

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

19 September 2025

Hearts are broken

Chris Hall48 Comments

hearts are broken
that’s life
some will mend
and some won’t
is there a judgement?
wrong or right
or is it just luck?

blind sight
that’s all there is
just the seasons
winter or spring
that’s just life
and how long
you might live.

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Image credit: Gio Bartlett @Unsplash

This image is titled “broken heart graffiti.” It shows a sad face painted in blue, with red hearts for eyes, and a heart that is outlined in white and appears to be broken, painted in red with a blue zigzag line in the middle, on a white wall.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #306 photo prompt.

What do you see #306- 15 September’25

Those Guitars

Chris Hall47 Comments

Photo Prompt © Yvette Prior

‘Wow! What a sculpture.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘Very much so.’

‘Is it made in bronze or copper, perhaps?’ He peered even closer. ‘Hold on. Are they real ones? I mean, real guitars?’
‘Sure.’
‘But how did you do it?’
The guy… the artist, shrugged his shoulders.
‘But, will you tell me… or is it a secret?’
‘Well, basically just lots of paint.’
‘Could I buy it? Although, I guess it’ll be very expensive.’
‘Not as much as you would think.’

‘Those guitars had been in a locker, but now no-one would pay anymore.
I got it for a song.’

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

12 September 2025

More coffee

Chris Hall58 Comments

That’s right, more coffee – and soon.
She bent down to pick up her bag;
she needed to write.

She looked over for a moment,
the view was divine – sea and sky,
but back to work.

Will she ever finish this great tome?

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Image credit: Peter Thomas @Unsplash

This image shows a table for two, set overlooking a picturesque scene. There are two teacups on the table, one of them is empty while the other is full of tea! In the background, you can see bright orange flowers, and far away mountains are visible too.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #305 photo prompt.

What do you see # 305- 8th, September-2025