Photo Fiction-67 – Wired River Creature


Photo Fiction-67 – Wired River Creature

Wired River Creature

The village people all knew about the strange river creature, but no one had seen him for some time, so they thought he must have moved on, everyone had become very relax about this story floating around.

That river creature had woken up from his long winter sleep and was very keen to find something to eat.

Why no one had noticed this strange creature was still in the river was because his back was covered with weed from the seeds that had landed on him while in was in his deep sleep, they had been growing, and were clinging to his dirty body, making him invisible.

The river creature noticed a strange thing hanging on to a thread in the water, which was Sammy’s bait, he grabbed it and into his mouth thinking that this bug sure had a long tail.

Sammy got such a fright he let go of his fishing line because if he hadn’t he would have gone into the river and everybody knew not to swim here as many had never been seen after entering this river.

Knowing there was nothing he could do without a fishing line he returned home to tell his tale about the big fish taking his line.

But that creature in the water once he had started swallowing that line knew he had a problem as he kept swallowing this strange thing down, he never found the end of until he came to the end of the rod, as it was across his mouth the thin line was right down into his stomach he could not bite it off.

That creature  was never seen again presumingly it never survived the fishing line.

290 words.

Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on this picture. You pick your poison, poetry or story. Please don’t forget to, mention this post in yours, and link back here

Photo Fiction/66 – Mother’s Love for her Son


Photo Fiction#66 – Mother’s Love for her Son 

Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on the picture and link it to the above title.

Mother’s Love for her Son 

Sam had been enjoying his day exploring the river, that he hadn’t noticed the night setting in, all of a sudden he saw the night sky in the distance and panic started setting in as he knew his mother would be worrying if he wasn’t home before dark.

Now with trying to hurry he had created a problem, as he was turning around, he had become stuck in the mud and weeds, he hadn’t seen the water level getting lower as the tide when out to sea.

He knew that no way was he going to get the boat unstuck tonight, so he swam to the river bank and climbed out moving as quickly as he could with his wet clothes towards home, trying to stay calm.

As he rounded the corner on the track he came face to face with his mother, he got such a shock that he nearly fainted.

She was angry at first, but after Sam had told her what had happened, she was so happy that Sam had made a good decision in a difficult situation, she said that they would get up at first light in the morning and she would help him get the problem sorted out.

That’s true love, after all, nobody had been hurt, if Sam had stay with the boat who knows what could have happened.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 76th Challenge – Who’s Racing

Provided by Phylor

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 76th Challenge – Who’s Racing?

Who’s Racing?

Why are cars lined up here, are they going to race with a horse, who looks ready for the challenge?

That was my first thought as I approached the clearing in the bush, then I released there was nobody else here except a horse and a couple of cars.

I wonder who put the notice down by the gate stating that the race would be starting at 2.00 pm, must have read that sign wrong.

Returning back to the gate, I found everyone there, all for the same reason, who’s racing car or horse.

It looks like the horse is the winner as no car can win a race without a driver, as a horse doesn’t need a rider to win a race.

Words 133 before I added the Guide.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story.

Please include photo prompt with your story.

Please ,credit photo to the photographer.

The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post

Sue Vincents Thursday’s Photo Prompt – Stepping Stones #writephoto


My Response to Sue Vincents Thursday’s Photo Prompt – Stepping Stones #writephoto

Stepping Stones #writephoto #shortstory #shapingyourstory

After an early breakfast Matt and Paul packed up their tent and belongings and set forth down a rather steep incline making towards sunlight they could see coming through the tall trees, there must be a clearing sooner or later.

When they started out on their camping trip the bush had been small and spread thinly out in front of them, but as they went deeper in it had got quite busy with bush and not much room to move.

As night was setting in they pitch the tent and got the fire going, and cooked a meal.

After a good night sleep, they were feeling quite refresh and ready for another go with their tramp through the bush.

When they got down the steep sidings they saw a river running, so decided to follow it downstream at least they were out of the thick bush.

They had been walking for a good hour and had come across stepping stones going right across the river.

So off they went stepping from one step to the next until we were on the other side of the river, now that was where everything about their camping trip came unstuck.

Loud queer noises were coming down the river.

They never knew it had been raining very heavy further up in the mountains.

Those queer noises were the rocks and rapids thumping their way down the river and were approaching the stepping stones they had walked over only half an hour ago.

Then they both suddenly released what was happening they froze on the spot.

They both knew they were in for trouble as with the force of the water coming down there was no way they were going to get back to the other side by using those stepping stones.

The water was building up along the river bank pushing them higher up on the river sidings, they were in trouble they had to find a clearing in the cliffs and get onto the higher ground or they would be swept away down the river.

When they were just about ready to give up to the river, they saw a goat running as fast as it could go, then it disappeared so they both had the same idea together follow that goat, and sure enough there was a clearing where a stream ran down to meet the river, moving as fast as they could with their gear they enter the sidings of the stream and started climbing up.

They never got back to those stepping stones, they  had to be picked up by a helicopter which found them two days later, though not expecting to find them on the other side of that rather deep river.

When the lads told them how they got to the other side, most hearing the story thought that they must have been dreaming, as no one to this day have ever come across those stepping stones.


This week’s photo prompt:

Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by Wednesday 27th July and link back to this post with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

All posts will be included in a round-up on Thursday 28th July.

Best Friends – fffaw Week of March-15-2016

Flash Fiction March 15 2016

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I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 

Best Friends

Mickey, the dog had been around for many years, he was Joe’s best pal where ever he when Mickey had been right behind him, he had come to the rescue many times, once Joe had been bail up with a wild pig against a high fence.

Micky put his own body between his master and the pig, it ended up Joe caring Micky out of the steep ranges because of a broken leg, and a large rip in his side, leaving the dead pig to be carried out later.

No one could ever separate those two, now Joe was going to war, they were going to be split up, no way could they be together.

Watching them saying their goodbyes, I saw tears rolling down the cheeks of both of them, even though Joe had shades on, my eyes welled up also, just watching them, I had to walk away. So sad.

Maybe never to see each other again?

Phantom Ghost

The Storyteller Abode

While walking around the sand dunes picking up shells, Amy came upon a walkway going up a steep side of the cliff, she had never seen that before.

Deciding she would climb it, sure was very steep, making her stop every now and then to get her breath, as she a rounded the next corner, surprise, there was a large stone building with more step leading up to an empty hole with only the blue sky showing through.

She stood looking at the features of the stones wondering if she should venture any further, she hadn’t seen any sign saying that it was private property.

Deciding to investigate, up she went, as she approached the top a shadow appeared at the top, it gave her such a fright, she screamed, it was amazing she didn’t fall down.

When she got over the surprise and look again there was nothing there.

Was it her imagination?

Perhaps a phantom ghost?

She wasn’t waiting to find out, she got down those steps and didn’t stop running until she hit the sand on the beach.


Thank you to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode for providing the photo!

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 

New Farm Puppy

It wasn't me

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Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #7 – 2016

The opening sentence for the February 12th, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:

“……. For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!”

As I opened the door to enter the shed where I put my new pup to sleep last night so he wouldn’t wander during the night and get lost.

I could see something had gone terribly wrong, there was puppy sitting there looking at me hoping I would believe him I don’t know that it was “For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” time but for certain he was begging me to believe him.

What could have created a mess like this bags, boxes you name it, it was everywhere.

So I started to clean it up, moving things from the corner, what should dive out? a possum, it frighten the living daylight’s out of me, no wonder there was such a mess, what had been going on?

Yes, I believe you, poor puppy, going through all that torment with a possum or was it fun.

Farmers don’t keep dogs in the house especially pups, can you imagine the mess, dirty muddy feet all over the furniture and carpets, plus many other reasons.

Talking Head – Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner


Jessica wasn’t a person to worried about most things, but when Alan took her into this old cottage, the first thing that caught her eye was that deer head.

It gave her quite a bad turn which filled her stomach with contempt.

Then she was sure as she was staring at it that it distinctly said,

“You lookin’ at me?”

Now most times she could cope with strange findings along the trail of her travels, but this a talking deer that looked, at any minute it was going to jump straight through the wall.

Her next reaction was a scream, which was so loud that the owls on the wall nearly fell off their perch, Alan feeling very displeased with what had happened.

“Why did you scream like that it’s only a deer’s head it cannot hurt you”?

Jessica replied, ” I’m not afraid of the deer”.

Alan “Why did you scream then”?

Jessica replied ” If an animal going to start talking to me on the wall what happens when I see one in the bushes”?

With that thought in her head, she turned and walk out of the cottage, hoping that the deer wasn’t following her.

The opening sentence for the February 5th, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  “You lookin’ at me?”

Unfaithful Partner – Final Straw


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The opening sentence for the January 29th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:  

“The last time, everything fitted in three duffles, not going to work this time as he tried to push his personal belongings into the third bag.

It was never meant to end this way, she had been having an affair, leading to the final breakup of a shaky three-year relationship with what he thought was the love of his life.

He had been trying not to let his mind think about the feelings he had building up in him daily about his partner unfaithfulness.

But he had returned home a little earlier than he had intended too, there they were both in each others arms.

No hiding from anything now it was all out in the open, that dreaded feeling was back in the pit of his stomach that he had been fighting for some days now.

It wasn’t going to work, no way was he ever going to get all his gear in those duffle bags, what about his share of their relationship, he might as well just walk away and forget about everything, after all, he wouldn’t need anything where he was going.