Christmas was coming. Stephen sighed, another day in the bitter cold. He put on his Santa hat and zipped up his suit as he took his position near the lamppost; waving cheerfully to passersby while humming a tune.
The entire day passed with the usual “Ho ho ho, you had better been good this year,” many selfies, and tons of wishlists from kids. Evening came and as he got ready to leave, a child approached him. He stood waiting to take the custom ‘Selfie with Santa’ that kids always wanted; the child held up a plate of chips, “A small gift for the one who brings me toys every year.”
The photo prompts have been given by Sandra Crook at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Yarnspinnerr at the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW). The word prompt (tune) has been given by Six Sentence Stories by Recording Life Under The Radar.
As she was sitting in a restaurant, she overheard a conversation between two women. “Find a rich prince with whom you can ride into the sunset and live happily ever after,” said the older one to the other.
She smiled as a snippet came before her eyes. She had found her prince in her mate; who she would give a lift to work everyday. Surely it was their lengthy conversations and his insect-chasing skills that gave them their happily ever after instead of anything else.
The picture prompt has been given by @any1mark66 at the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW). The word prompts have been given by the WordPress Daily Post and Six Sentence Stories.
My cupboard tells a story. No, not one of time freezing moments, a story behind a favourite sweater, or even of mercy shown to a bird who built its nest in a basket.
It tells the famous story of…I’ll clean it tomorrow.
The photo prompt has been given by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by her. The word prompt has been given by the WordPress Daily Prompt.
“Hey there. Yes I’m talking to you. Me, the lake. Stop looking around. I know a journalist when I see one. You probably need a story, I could give you one.”
“A story? You?” Said the man, “Prove it.”
“Well I’ve been here for more than a century or so. I’ve seen how people have used me as a wishing well, a poet trying to create an identity by telling how beautiful nature looks through his words, young children who used this place as a picnic stop; my, what an appetite they had…”
“Ok!” he replied, how about I keep an appointment with you tomorrow. By then you can decide on the juiciest stories.”
“Done.” Said the lake. As the man walked away, the lake said quietly to itself, “Looks like another story to tell.”
The photo prompt has been given by Rogers Bulltot at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by Eloise Greenfield at the Sunday Whirligig and the WordPress Daily Prompt.
I know what you are thinking, but this story isn’t about the same.
This is about my friend who went on a birdwatching safari with a few other people. According to him they set up camp late in the night and then went birdwatching. They saw a lonely owl perched on a tree, barely visible due to the cloak of darkness around. They came back to find a visitor hungrily growling. Not wanting to turn into dinner they decided to spend the night elsewhere.
In the morning as the sun rose, everyone including the birds went on their daily tasks. Crows cawing, sparrows chirping, a mynah yelling as though accusing someone of some sort of fraud.
As they walked ahead they heard a buzzing sound, the cause – a host of angry bees coming in their direction causing them to scatter and flee.
I’m not sure of my friend, but I certainly enjoyed his tale.
The photo prompt has been given by Douglas M. Macllroy at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by Sallie Wolf at the Sunday Whirligig and the Daily Prompt.
I haven’t posted in a long time. Can’t believe that WordPress stats show that my last post was 21 days ago. Anyways moving on today’s piece of fiction.
“Grandma! Is this enough to take a trip around the world,” she asked excitedly, holding up her piggy bank. Her grandma carefully counted the money and said, “Hmmm just about enough.” She took the child to the nearby library and paid the membership fees.
There in the reading room a whole new world opened. Circus carnivals with drummers pounding their drums and horse riders attempting a number of death defying tricks. Secret gardens where princes and princesses met, one even gifting his beloved a talking parrot! Haunted warehouses where the silver rattled and imaginary ghosts were allowed to do whatever they wanted.
Coincidences, surprises, victory, and a whole lot more! That evening they went home only to set out on a new trip the next day.
The photo prompt has been given by J Hardy Carroll at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by Margarita Engle at the Sunday Whirligig.
“Spin a yarn” they all said. Carol looked around at the group. “Well, so we went camping to the nearby hills. It was beautiful! The vast scenery, the grey mist. We sang songs while kicking stones, seeing whose would go the furtherest. And then…” “What!” Exclaimed everyone, sitting up in anticipation. “And then,” she repeated shrugging her shoulders, “one stone just rolled a little way ahead before grinning at us as it went upright.”
The photo prompt has been given by Danny Bowman at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by John Masefield at the Sunday Whirligig.