SPF-Time Capsule

“Boop, Beep, Boop, Beep…”

The water droplets in the glass container danced to the music when suddenly, two little beings stepped out from the water droplets onto the top of the cabinets.

“Monpegus, where are we?”

“We are suppose to be in the early 21st century.”

“How did we get here?

“Lilinan, the humans put our time capsule on top of their cabinet. The water droplets brought us back to this continent and into this time period.”

“What are we going to do to get back home, Monpegus?”

“Sssh, there are humans coming. Get back into the capsule.”

“Beep, Boop, Beep, Beep…”

“Lilinan, keep thinking, “there's no place like home…there's no place like home….”

This is my 114 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al Forbes. Al furnishes us with a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we build our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read the wonderful stories written by very creative writers, click HERE.

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SPF-The Auction II

The Auctioneer barked out, “Eight, Nine, do we have Nine?” I raised my hand, and a man to my right raised his hand. “Nine, ten, do we have twelve?” I raised my hand again and the other bidder didn't raise his hand. Twelve, going once, going twice, SOLD for twelve thousand U.S. dollars to the young lady in blue! I almost passed out. TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS for an old bamboo vase? I thought it was $12! I had no idea what I was I going to do. I didn't have $12,000! Slowly, I crept out the back door and ran.

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This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction. Alastair Forbes furnishes us with a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. If you would like more information, click HERE.

To read other stories created for this challenge, click HERE.

 

SPF-The Auction

The Auctioneer barked out, “Eight, Nine, do we have Nine?” I raised my hand, and a man to my right raised his hand. “Nine, ten, do we have twelve?” I raised my hand again and the other bidder didn't raise his hand. Twelve, going once, going twice, SOLD for twelve thousand U.S. dollars to the young lady in blue! I almost passed out. TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS for an old bamboo vase? I thought it was $12! I had no idea what I was I going to do. I didn't have $12,000! Slowly, I crept out the back door and ran.

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This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction. Alastair Forbes furnishes us with a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. The challenge is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. If you would like more information, click HERE.

To read other stories created for this challenge, click HERE.

 

SPF-A Little Angel

Lia, one of the littlest angels in heaven was sent to spend a Christmas on Earth.

The first human she saw was a man dressed in a red suit and children lined up to sit in his lap. She watched curiously as each child whispered in his ear, then jumped off his lap.

Lia walked up to Santa Claus and whispered in his ear,

“I am from heaven.”

Santa laughed, “Ho Ho Ho, What do you want for Christmas child?”

Lia thought for a minute,

“All I want for Christmas is Peace, Love and Goodwill on Earth,” she joyfully replied.

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Merry Christmas Everyone!

 

This is my 100 word story for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction. Our kind host, Al Forbes, provides us with a lovely photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read the other wonderful stories written by very creative writers, click HERE.

 

SPF – The Rapist

I was standing at the corner of 5th and Silver waiting for the walking light to turn green when I saw him. Him, the man that raped me three years ago. I felt the air rush out of my lungs and my heart beat furiously. I wanted to run and not let him see me, but the light turned green. I began walking in the crosswalk, keeping my head down, hoping he wouldn't see me. Suddenly, a power greater than me picked up my feet and legs and threw me in his direction.

“You bastard!” I slapped his face.

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This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction, kindly hosted by Al Forbes. Al provides us with a wonderful photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like more information, click HERE.

To read the other wonderful stories written by great creative writers, click HERE.

 

My Friend, Monte

Every summer, I go to a dude ranch in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado where I have access to their ponies twenty-four hours a day. My daily routine is to ride Monte, my favorite pony, to a picnic area next to Lemon Lake. Monte lazily grazes while I eat my lunch. I take in the beauty of the lake and mountains and breathe the crisp clean mountain air. Monte looks up at me and laughs, as though he knows what I am thinking. I laugh back. He lazily goes back to his grazing. I go back to my thinking.

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This is my 100 word submission to the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction, kindly hosted by Alistair Forbes. Al provides us with a great photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the wonderful stories for this prompt provided by wonderful creative writers, click on this LINK.

SPF-The Accident

My car began spinning on the black ice that I could not see on the highway. Then, my car slid off the highway, ending up in the San Juan River. It was the most frightening thing that has ever happened to me. Sadly, the entire car became submerged in the murky water.

As I was becoming surrounded by complete darkness, a bright light summoned me. I felt myself being pulled in the direction of the light, feeling absolutely no fear. My life began taking on a new meaning as I watched the tire bobbing on top of the rushing river.

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Al Forbes is the kind host of Sunday Photo Fiction and has provided us this photo prompt for our stories. This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction, where we are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we are to use to create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read all the wonderful stories submitted by great creative writers, click HERE.

 

SPF-The Actress

Lucinda pretends a lot. Sometimes she pretends she is a princess, other times she pretends she is a damsel in distress, and tonight she is pretending to be an actress. As she stands outside the theatre she can hear the actors playing their parts and she pretends she is among them.

It's a cold night and her mother is trying to keep warm inside a cardboard box on the south side of the building where the wind can't be felt. Lucinda is cold too, her coat really isn't that warm, but tonight she doesn't care. Tonight she is an actress.

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Photo provided by Al Forbes

This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction. Al Forbes is our kind host and he provides us with a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to join. For more information, click HERE.

To read the other submissions for this photo prompt submitted by wonderful writers, click HERE.

Should I or Not?

“Let's meet at the lion.”

“What lion? What lion?”

“The lion at the library.”

“Could I really do this? After all, he is married and I am only separated.”

My heart was sick thinking about this and the consequences that could follow. I still love my husband and maybe there is a chance we could get back together to make our marriage work. What would this do to that possibility? Is one night of excitement worth it? Yes, he is very handsome and would do a lot for my injured ego. Or would it?

“Sorry, but I won't be there.”

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Thank you to Al Forbes for our photo prompt this week and for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. He gives us a photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read the other stories submitted for this challenge, click HERE.

 

SPF Challenge-The Black Hole

My mother is constantly screaming at me to clean my room. Hey – I'm a teenager and teenagers don't have clean rooms! She gets mad at me whenever I can't find something. She tells me, “It's probably lost in that black hole you call a bedroom!” So there are a few dirty dishes sitting around. I haven't had time to take them to the kitchen.

I am in my bedroom looking for my homework but can't find it and suddenly this hand grabs my ankle from this black hole that suddenly appears and I yell, “HELLLLPPP!!!”

glub glub glub

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Thank you Al Forbes for our photo prompt this week!

 

This is my 100 word submission for the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge that is kindly hosted by Al Forbes. He provides us with a weekly photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

To read ALL THE WONDERFUL STORIES provided by other CREATIVE WRITERS click HERE.