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Category Archives: photo prompt
#writephoto – Remains – Dorinda Duclos #shortstory
We are but mere bones in the catacombs of life. Laid out for all to see, we eventually fade away, back into the earth from which we came. I spent the latter part of my life in the earth, digging … Continue reading
Death Is No Excuse – Geoff Le Pard #writephoto #flashfiction
‘So,’ Dr Stelios Gobbe peered at the skeletal figure stretched out on his couch, ‘you’re not yourself, you say.’ Stelios winced. When Ulysses ‘Lardy’ Wainscoat has booked a session he’d explained his recent mutism to the receptionist, asking that he … Continue reading
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Out of everyone, I chose you – Deepa #writephoto
He stretched his legs snapped his fingers hauled himself and wondered how long he had been lying like this near the remains! Continue reading at Sync with Deep
Birds of a Feather – Fandango #writephoto
They say that birds of a feather flock together. So when she saw a large, blue feather float down from above and land on the sidewalk right in front of her, Amanda instinctively looked up to see where it might … Continue reading
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Take- off – Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto
The azure clouds, the ever changing carpet of kaleidoscopic hues, the endless span of blue heavens: all this and more is my abode. Here the days and nights are one. I decide the time. I and I alone decide what … Continue reading
Remains – Olga #writephoto
In the surreal depths of my earthly dreams, I envisioned my ending, but I wanted to see more. I am more than the bones of death’s final blow. I am an ethereal soul with a journey unknown. Continue reading at Stuff … Continue reading
Descent – James Pyles #writephoto
The little girl had picked up the carrion bird’s feather, the only remains of her connection to the griffon vulture who had delivered the dire news of the Great Gray God, and tucked it in her pocket. For a few … Continue reading
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Tagged #writephoto, children's fantasy, childrens fiction, Davidson children, demons, dragon, evil, Sue Vincent, swamp
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Tales From the Crypt – Fandango #writephoto
The tour guide was explaining how these catacombs were once used as dungeons where the king would house enemies of the state and the skeletal remains on display are the actual bones of some of the prisoners. “Oh, if these … Continue reading
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The Chamber – Emily Weatherburn #writephoto
An unwelcome breeze whipped past his hair, cold and intrusive, as though invisible hands were brushing through it. He allowed himself a glance back up the tunnel, his eyes searching for the square of light through which he had come, … Continue reading
