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Tag Archives: fiction
Behind Devil’s Doors by Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto
https://scvincent.com/2017/06/01/thursday-photo-prompt-knock-writephoto/ The full length wall room mirror is plastered with a golden edged sticker that boasts the legend “The Lord’s House is full of love.” Looking into it, Pramila runs her fingers over her badly battered face, the little … Continue reading
Knock by E. R. Smith #Writephoto
Creeping up long steep stairs, this is what mountain climbing must feel like. Heart pumping, little brother behind, sort of sliding on the walls away from the railing. Hey you’re gonna get dirty! My whisper/shout echoes. If I didn’t really … Continue reading
Gargoyle #writephoto by Isabel Caves
The human children kept knocking on his door. Some knocked and ran away, others waited to ask about his horns, pull on his tail, or even invite themselves inside for a chat and some biscuits. None of this was acceptable. … Continue reading
#writephoto – knock by The Bag Lady
He hesitated for only a second and then gave the secret knock. His friend Joe told him about this place, but you had to be a member or know the secret knock to enter. Knock, knock, knknock, knock, knock knock! … Continue reading
The Pact By Raymond Roy #writephoto
The Pact Just as he reached up for the knocker, the door eerily swing open. Deep into the remote cottage yellow sunshine cut into the pitch black recesses. True divided lites in the aged handcrafted wood windows created a checkerboard … Continue reading
#writephoto. Knock… by Willow
This is my entry to Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo #writephoto Knock. Rules and Pingback here During the night Rachel felt so near to Mathew she thought she could reach out and touch him. Through her broken and intermittent sleep she also … Continue reading
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Tagged fiction, Knock, serialisation, Sue Vincent, Thursday #writephoto
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Thursday photo prompt: Knock #writephoto
Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 7th June and link back to this post with a pingback. Please make sure that … 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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Photo prompt round up – Derelict #writephoto
The photo for this week’s prompt was taken on the Holy Island of Lindisfarne. We visited the island one January day, just as the tide was about to cut the island off from the mainland for several hours. There were … Continue reading
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Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing challenge, writing prompt
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Ruin by Jessica Bakkers #writephoto
Rain teems down and pours through the ruined roof in rivulets. I huddle against the back wall on the rickety wooden bedframe. I claw at the threadbare blanket that covers my legs. It’s my only source of warmth and has … Continue reading
