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Category Archives: photo prompt
Photo prompt round up – Splash #writephoto
* Disturbed reflections Exploding reality The mirror shatters * The photo for this week’s prompt was taken beside one of the streams on the moors above Ilkley, where…bah’t ‘at… three adults played like children, damming the stream one solstice afternoon. … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry
Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing challenge, writing prompt
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Offerings – Kerfe #writephoto
these wells of wishes– falling up into the air– held by waves of light Continue reading at methodtwomadness
Posted in Art, photo prompt, Photography, Poetry
Tagged haiku, Joan Mitchell, napowrimo 2018, painting, Poetry, writephoto
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Temptation II – Kate #writephoto
Sister Magdeline and I were so engrossed in planning our escape that we even forgot that we were in the haunted cloister. We were busting out to watch what was being toted as a spectacular meteorite rain that night from … Continue reading
Liquidate – Sight #writephoto
It was an unusual sound that Damien heard. A sound that something was hit, yet the sound was suppressed in a manner that an unusual curiosity raised within Damien. Damien was afraid to go out alone during the night. His … Continue reading
Roses and Stone – Wallie’s Wentletrap #writephoto
It was all that he had left. All that he had left of a memory. For a moment he sat, turning the stone in his hands. “This is ours, Ellan. Ours forever. Mrs. Coleman said she’d give me some cuttings … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography
Tagged death, fantasy, fiction, inspiration, Life, motivation, personal, photo, romance, Spiritual, writing
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Splash – Suzanne #writephoto
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Splash – ‘C. M. Smile #writephoto
Wandering along the willowy path, I heard a bubbling brook Flickering wings! Fairies taking a bath! Look nothing from the books. They splashed and jittered across the water, Ducking and skittering about. And among them was a playful otter, How … Continue reading
Splash – Dorinda Duclos #writephoto
I walked among the ferns, lush from a newly fallen rain. Taken by the verdant color of these plants, I was not paying attention to where I was going, although I could see what looked like a small pond up … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography
Tagged #shortstory, alien, being, dorindaduclos.com, encounter, Night Owl Poetry, pond, silver, splash, Sue Vincent, writephoto, writin
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Splash – Penny Wilson #writephoto
Splash me with the blue of heaven The exact color of Your eyes Let me flow Between your fingers Quell my parched Skin Continue reading at Penny Wilson Writes
Splash – Kim Blades #writephoto
I left the bewildered world far behind and down the warm, dusty descent of the bush-track did hurriedly slide no longer caring what his words meant. Continue reading at Kim Blades
