Category: writing prompts

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.

~~~~~

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!’

~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~

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

Art Project

Chris Hall54 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

The two boys had been mooching.
‘Hold on.’ He stopped and pointed.
‘Oh, I see. Interesting.’
They looked at each other, then jumped over the hedge.

‘Ooh, a painting,’ as he peered at it.’
‘It’s a bit dreary.’
‘Here, there’s some sticky paints on the easel.’
‘We could jazz it up a bit.’

Both of them got to business.
‘This looks better. More colour.’
‘Shall I add an animal?’

Then a man appeared. ‘Oi! He strode toward them.
He was wearing a beret!
He glared.
He walked around.
And then he said: ‘Hmm, that’s actually better now, especially that kangaroo.’

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

31 October 2025

What fun!

Chris Hall55 Comments

Just a mushroom?
No, it’s definitely more than that.

It’s beautiful.
It’s crimson, golden, even russet.
Come on, let’s get closer.

They knelt down carefully.
We shouldn’t disturb it.
Well, not just yet.

It’s a beauty.
It certainly is.
Okay, let’s pick it.
Now!

~~~~~~~~~

Image credit: Benjamin Lehman @Unsplash

This image shows a golden cap mushroom growing in a forest floor.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #312 photo prompt.
Plus, hooray! Congratulations, it’s four years for WDYS. Well done, dear Sadje!

What do you see # 312- October 27, 2025

One day?

Chris Hall43 Comments

Photo Prompt © David Stewart

It was lashing down that fall, as she stared outside, willing for something to happen. She’d switched on her tv, and sat down on her dilapidated couch. She’d watched some of the news, but nothing had really grabbed her. She’d switched it off.

She’d picked up a trashy novel from her coffee table, as several magazines drifted down to the floor. Another chapter finished, she sighed and put it down. Surely she could do something better than this?

She went into her kitchen, and brewed some coffee. She mused as she poured, then walked back.

Could she be a writer?

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

24 October 2025

All White

Chris Hall41 Comments

a
hostage?
no, don’t be silly!
this is a stage (almost)
she was wearing her glad rags
as she skipped the light fandango

it
was only
a very tiny flat
not a hotel, nor a hostel
it was all her own… just for the summer
and she’ll bathe before running across the Rialto Bridge

~~~

Image credit: Karsten Winegeart @Unsplash

This image shows a Summer morning, at Rialto Bridge, Venice, Metropolitan City of Venice, Italy. We can see a young lady/ woman standing on the pier, looking back.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #311 photo prompt.

Plus, Di of Pensitivity 101 – Monday’s Three Things Challenge: HOTEL, HOSTEL, HOSTAGE

What do you see # 311- October 20, 2025