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TLT: Troubleman

30 Jun

photo by Rosan Harmens – click here for full res version


Sirens playing their serenade, looking for me, the troubleman.

I watch police cars chasing a lunatic. Bob Dylan singing in the background if my head.

And I sit on a cabinet, swaying my legs and thinking how to get out from this mess.
This post was written for TLT challenge.

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The Stars

18 May

“Smile Betsy, smile! Have you ever seen so many cameras?” Emily whispered through her teethes to her friend and partner on battlefield, her beloved Betsy. Emily was overwhelmed by all that attention they got.

“I’d rather be on my B-42 again.” Betsy whispered back.

Not used to be famous and praised they both were awkwardly standing on the field among the battle aircraft.

Betsy and Emily were the very first women to survive the worst air attack on Britain during the war. Unaware of their even more famous future to come, they both were just wishing to get done with this posing for reporters.

They loved to be a part of something big as fighting in a war. Until the day they both learned the hard way how all the faces of war really look like…

 

This post was written as a prompt to twitter prompt ideas. The author of this prompt: www.calebjacobo.com.

You too can join and write your own lines inspired by this beautiful and powerful image 😊

Friday Fictioneers: Quick Escape

4 May

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

They had just a few minutes to leave the town and they would never see their home again.
Greta looked out of the window and saw the crows sitting on the telegraph wires.

“As if they are waiting for us to leave, so that they can take everything away.”
Their small house was not safe anymore. It would be the first place the soldiers would be heading to.

“And so they will”, Hans knew what would happen if they would not run away. Concentration camp for her and public execution for him.

Hans took the hand of his wife and ran, leaving everything behind.


This post was written for  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/05/04/6-may-2016/

Writing Prompt: Her Dreamy Land

4 May

found on twitter


I found this picture on twitter as I was searching for some writing prompts. The task was to write opening lines for any kind of story. Here are mines:

She was his first love. Mathew never thought their love would last forever. But when she told him he was her only true love, he knew. It was difficult to keep her concentrated on anything. She had her own dreamy land, where all planets were rotating around her private universe. But there was something so intoxicating about her, that it was impossible not to love her…

If you liked the image or this writing prompt, you can write your own opening lines to any kind of story. If you do so, you can send your link to coments. Please give the credit for the picture and this writing prompt to the author: 

This writing prompt was provided by calebjacobo.com

TLT: There In The Woods…

28 Apr

photo prompt by Dayne Topkin – click here for full res version

 
On the cold mountain of Himalayas, you need something that warm up your heart.

There, under the mountain, a small cabin is hidden behind the trees.The red tea-pot shining from the kitchen welcomes you whenever you enter the cabin.

It is always ready, waiting for the lost souls who need to warm up and find their way back home.

This post was written for Three Line Tales | Only 100 Words

https://sonyca.wordpress.com/category/three-line-tales/. 

TLT: Unbearable Lightness of Being

14 Apr

photo by Jesse Orrico


“Play some nice song, father.”

Priest sitting behind his old piano, turned to his parishioners. He smiled and played first tones of their favourite song.

The good spirit of the day floated across the room. It was one of those days when you feel the lightness if being…


This post was written for TLT challenge.

No Way Out

12 Apr

hideout

Albert Finch

“Oh my God, oh my God, they are home!” Emily got swamped by horror.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she desperately tried to find some place to hide. As a miracle from heaven the door of an old wardrobe opened with squeaking sound… She jumped to the wardrobe and tried to make as little noise as possible.

 Emily didn’t expect anybody to be at home. This was her only opportunity to find the truth about her family’s murder. Police finalized the investigation and did not find anything. No weapon, no trace, no nothing? Really? She could not accept this as an end. And so she started her own investigation.

There were a few people she suspected. And the biggest candidate she had on mind to be convicted was her ex-boyfriend, crazy psychopat who recently ended his stay in psychiatric clinic.

She sneaked into his home and was determined to find some evidence. But as soon as she started to search his office, somebody came  home.
She listened to the voice of her own fear from within the wardrobe. A person was approaching the office. The door slowly opened and he came in. The silence in the room was oppressive.
Suddenly the wardrobe door opened and there he was. Standing in front of her smiling. His face expression was calm and cold in the same time.

“So this is how you pay back all that love I gave you during our years together?” his voice cutting the tick air.

His hand aggressively grabbing her arm was the last thing she remembered…


Well… I don’t know how did I come up with this story, but here it is… :D…this time it is little bit longer.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/photo-challenge-108/.

 

 

A Reckless Decision

3 Apr

collage-20

Louise packed her last things and watched her room in a silence. She looked to the walls, to the chair she used to sit every day, to the bed she used to lean her body every night on exhausted from work on a farm. She looked to the bookshelf above her bed for the last time.

Circus. That was her passion and ticket to the life she had always dreamed of.  She wanted to be part of the famous shows, to become a part of such crazy and beautiful world. Soon she will be on the road towards her freedom.

Her heart was beating fast as she was coming down the stairs to say last good-bye to her mother. Eyes  gazing downward, afraid to say a word, she approached the kitchen where her mother was sitting at the table, waiting for her daughter to change her mind.

“Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” her mother disapproved. In the fear of loosing her daughter forever, she hoped Louise would stay when she’d see her mother’s sadness.

“This is my destiny, mother. At least I have to try, don’t you understand? This is my chance to get out of here and become someone.”

“You are someone. You don’t have to join some freak show to find that out!”

 Mary regretted those last words since. She never got the chance to take them back, for Louise never returned to her mother’s arms again.


This post was written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie : Writing Prompt #153 “Collage 20”

The Games We Used To Play

31 Mar

photo by Moritz Schmidt

Do you remember those times when we were kids, having fun with all those games we used to play?

We still play games today.

They are just more dangerous than any other child’s game.

This post was written for Three Line Tales, Week Nine.

The Hunted Ones

22 Mar

“Meet me at the old photo centre. That is the safest place.”

Jerry hung up. He didn’t have much time. The situation needed some decision. Now or never.
He took his gun and jumped into the car. This was the first time after years that he felt that much adrenaline in his veins.

He agreed to meet Greta near the old photo centre. Their ways separated there a few years back. Yet he couldn’t get her out if his head. They both were trying to escape Bill, the worst hitman in Virginia. They figured separating would be the best way how to get rid of Bill.

He arrived five minutes earlier then her and watched Greta to slowly approach the photo centre.
“There she is. This time I am not letting her go.” Jerry got out of the car and when he was about to close the door, he felt huge pressure on his chest. Then he saw the explosion. His body flew away as a feather. His eyes were full of smoke but he was trying to find Greta and hoped she survived the explosion.

Greta’s body disappeared together with the old photo centre’s building. At that moment Jerry decided not to be the hunted one anymore. From then on he became the hunter. He swore himself that he won’t stop until he kills the hitman himself.


This post was written for FFfAW – Week of 3-22-2016