#WritePhoto – Eye

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:


I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken!

The boat rocked.
“Babe! My clothes are getting wet! Can you stop that stupid splashing?!” Barbie let out a huge sigh.
Ken tried to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead with the cloth his tee-shirt covering his shoulder. ” I’m trying, babe, but I gotta move this thing somehow!” He continued to row along the quiet stretch of river.
She sighed again. “And anyway, this isn’t a yacht! I was expecting a holiday on the French Riviera, with me laying on the deck of a huge boat, sunning myself as waiters brought me champagne on tap…”
“Hold on babe, you said you wanted to sun yourself on a boat, with bubbles, go swimming in the warm water – Look, the sun is out, we’re on a boat, well, in a canoe, and I got you a mini bottle of your favourite Prosecco!”
Ken looked ahead and noticed a low bridge they were approaching. “Duck!”
He bent down so they could glide under, just as Barbie sat up to look around. “Where?”
Thump – Splash!
“Babe! For God’s sake get me out of this yucky water, instead of sitting there watching me!” Barbie flailed around in the water, her head covered in weeds from the river.
“Oh! Sorry babe!” Ken leaned forward and reached an oar to her. ” I thought you’d gone for a swim… You did say you wanted to go swimming…”

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Flash Fiction Challenge – The Chair #CarrotRanch #FlashFiction @Charli_Mills

I’m taking a chance on one of Charli’s 99-word prompts over at The Carrot Ranch!

November 2, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story a chair on a porch. Why is it there, and what might it mean? Think about using it as a prop or the main thrust of your story.

Hope this is ok!

Nanna would always be sat there in her chair on the porch.
I would spend hours with her, sat at her feet as a child, playing with my dolls, or reading a book. Sometimes she’d read me a story.
As I got older, she was still there, my sounding board, always giving me sage, simple advice for any problems I was facing.
Today I really need her. It’s a big step I’m about to take. I only wish she was still here…
Looking over, the empty rocking chair slowly creaks, as if encouraging me.
See, she is still here.

WRITESPIRATION #137 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 44 – Grope! @sacha_black

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

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This week I want you to write about the day you accidentally squeezed someone’s boob!
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Image from Google

β€œWell, this is an interesting fruit display!”
I went to pick a rather succulent mango up, except I couldn’t.
It wriggled, and then I realised that my hand was clasped around the boob of a human serving platter!
Embarrassed, I let go, leaving a clear handprint in the previously perfect body paint!

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/11/01/writespiration-139-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-44/

#WritePhoto – Ebb

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken!

On their quest for a more stimulating intimate life together, Barbie and Ken were trying to act out any fantasies they had.
Barbie got out of the car and looked around her.
β€œSeriously babe? I said I wanted Sex on the Beach… Not a Roll around in Seaweed!”
Ken looked perplexed…Where was the water?
Looking at the notice board that explained the high and low tides, he realised he’d blown it again.

And a little Haiku too…

A tide ebbs away
Revealing hidden nature
Soon to be covered

Ritu 2017

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WRITESPIRATION #137 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 42 – An Animal Perspective @sacha_black

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

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Β Write your 52 words from the perspective of an animal.

Today I was inspired by my best friend’s baby, our cat Sonu Singh, and their first encounter with each other!

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Who’sΒ that?
I’m not sure what’s going on here.
I’m used to my two-leggers picking me up and playing with me.
They’re pretty good actually, they feed me, clean up after me.
But what is that?
A little two-legger, who doesn’t even use her legs… and she pulled my whiskers!
I’m off!

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/10/25/writespiration-138-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-43/

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