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.
“Ok everyone, now memorize all the clues so that you can split up and search for the clues.” It was the day of the treasure hunt. The palms waving their fronds, songbirds singing a rousing song and butterflies flying about.
All the kids were huddled up in their groups trying to figure out the clues given in the small pieces of paper. Soon they were all running about the old fort searching for the treasure. This fort had been ravaged by the weather as well as the wars that it had seen. Now it was home to the lone fox or stray dog except during such occasions.
One group while crawling through a half broken wall came upon a box. A shout went up, “We found it. We won!” The adults walked towards them as they were struggling with it. This was not what they had hidden. With some effort they opened it. Inside was a dazzling amount of coins.
The other group that actually found the treasure that was hidden sat contentedly munching their chocolate gold coins.
The picture prompt has been given by Rogers Bulltot at the Friday Fictioneers. The word prompts have been given by Twyla Hansen at the Sunday Whirligig and from the Daily Prompt hosted by the Daily Post.
Ugh I’m so mad at her! She always does this in the mornings. I turn and slam the bathroom door as I go for a shave. As the water is running, I grab the blade only to cut my finger. I gulp down my desire to yell and go towards the kitchen. To my surprise there is a pile of bandages and a message. As I wrap one around my finger I read the message. “Knew you would cut yourself. Kept the bandages for you.” That girl surely knows how to melt someone’s anger.
The picture prompt has been given by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at the Friday Fictioneers. The word prompts have been given by Joyce Sutphen at the Sunday Whirligig.
“Huff, huff” she finally reached the top. Young Penny had always been looking for something challenging. She zeroed in on climbing up a mountain top. Of course, most of the wise people in her family told her not to attempt it, but she was adamant. And this not to waste. She explored most of the caves in this crooked mountain before reaching the top. She reached there as the sky was turning an orangish brown colour with shadows begin cast all around. As the stars came out, she brushed her hair back thinking about her journey. It was so beautiful!
The photo prompt has been given by CEAyr at the Friday Fictioneers. The word prompts have been given by William Butler Yeats at the Sunday Whirligig.
“Yes” she said tearfully as she kept the bouquet of flowers in a vase. She waited for the door to close behind her before cracking a satisfied smile. She looked over at the condolence letters, some still in their envelopes.
She had thought that he would be different, but he was just like most of them. He rejected her because she wasn’t pretty enough. She wasn’t easily defeated though. She worked harder to impress him and after marrying him decided to send him to a place where he wouldn’t be able to reject anyone.
She put on another sad face as she went to answer the knock at her door.
The photo prompt has been given by Dale Rogerson at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. The word prompts have been given by Esther Cohen at the Sunday Whirligig.