Category: writing prompts

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

What a car!

Chris Hall46 Comments

Photo Prompt © Ted Strut

It was a good year, in fact, it was a great year, so many people said that.
Do you know why?
I will tell you.

Come, sit down here. Just next to me.
Ahh, such a booming town. Lively, busy, such a good place to be then.
He thought for a moment, and continued.
What a beautiful car. It was my first, you see. Very grand at the time. He smiled, showing his gums.

I wonder what happened to it.
You see, I don’t remember that.
Lots of things I don’t remember now.

Does anyone know?
I guess not now.

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

5 September 2025

Message in a Bottle

Chris Hall58 Comments

The ocean beckons,
what shall we do today?
I know what we can do,
let’s throw a pretty bottle in to the sea.
Oh yes, it’s always nice to send one out.
It needs a note, of course,
we’ll write it together;
a moment later, it was done.
We just need to bung the cork back,
and off it goes.

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Image credit: Tanya Barrow @Unsplash

This image shows a set of steps leading to a structure on a beach with multiple directional arrows pointing in different directions. Some of the names written on these arrows are Hogwarts, London, New York, Saas Fee, Dubai, Area 51, Bangkok, etc. In the background, you can see the ocean waves and sand.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #304 photo prompt.

Plus, Di of Pensitivity 101 – Monday’s Three Things Challenge: BOTTLE, BUNG, CORK

What do you see # 304- 1st September, 2025

Another bar

Chris Hall61 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

She had been staring for some time. She’d been cradling a large brandy glass, and it still wasn’t empty, it was warm and mellow, like she could’ve had a small cigar in the past. But that was long ago, it was so different then.

She watched the young things, who were dancing in the moonlight. She began reminiscing – so many ideas and plans, but nothing was real.

She put down her glass, as she took something out. She fiddled with it, and put it back again. Nothing worked.

She stood up, and walked away.
But no one saw her.

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

29 August 2025

Lovely France

Chris Hall59 Comments

I’m looking down,
in this interesting place,
I haven’t been there before.

It’s very beautiful,
and such a lovely day,
I’ve always liked France.

I’ve been over the sea,
but the warm land
is even better.

I’m a seagull
is there any food here?

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Image credit: Eugenia Pankiv @Unsplash

This image shows the rooftop of a building, with turrets and a sloping roof! There are different birds sitting on the roof, including a seagull. There are bird droppings all over the turret, chimney, and the roof.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #303 photo prompt.

What do you see # 203- August 25,2025