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Tag Archives: flash fiction
Glimmer ~ Anita Dawes #writephoto
Image by Sue Vincent My aunt once told me about an old legend about the woods in Sleepy Hollow, Hampshire. If you go there at midnight, you might be lucky to get a glimpse of your future. I thought it … Continue reading
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Tagged exploring, flash fiction, memories, sharing interests, thoughts, writing
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Hate you to eternity ~ Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto
“Are you sure. I mean he’s your husband, father to your child”? Simi stood ramrod straight, her hands firmly clasped behind her back, her eyes a cold, granite stare. When she spoke, it was as if a harsh winter morning … Continue reading
Glimmer ~ Penny Wilson #writephoto
Our cheeks were flushed, matching the fire of the sunset. Our pulses raced with excitement. This ragtag bunch of forgotten souls; 24 in all, had been walking for what seemed like forever. But now, there was finally a glimmer of … Continue reading
Glimmer ~ Gina #writephoto
Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt She listened to the music and lit the candles while waiting for him to come home. She always felt a tingle of anticipation and looked forward to dinner together. She loved to pamper him and take … Continue reading
A glimmer in the darkness ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto
I like to sit up here and watch the dawn. That first flicker, the unsteady fragile glint of sunlight peaking over the horizon. It means that a hundred and fifty million kilometres away, the searing ball of gas is still … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, creative writing, darkness, dawn, earth, end, end of days, fiction, flash fiction, galaxy, glimmer, humanity, Life, literature, mountain, peace, rejoice, short story, solar system, story, sun, sunrise, sunset, thought, thoughtful, Thursday Photo Prompt, universe, writephoto, writing, writing prompt
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Thursday photo prompt: Glimmer #writephoto
Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt. If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the … Continue reading
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Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing prompt
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Photo prompt round-up: Bone #writephoto
* The land remembers Abandoned bones bleached by time Seeing the future Greed and need ignore the signs The earth weeps for her children * The photo for this week’s prompt was taken at Barbrook III stone circle, one of … Continue reading
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Tagged fantasy, fiction, flash fiction, Humour, imagination, mystery, short story, symbolism, writing prompt
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Bones ~ Roberta Eaton #writephoto
Black Shuck weathervane in the town of Bungay Sean sat at the scarred wooden table drinking his pint and reading the paper. He looked up with mild displeasure as Harry bounded over. “Did you read about it?” Harry boomed. “Read … Continue reading
