This came as a bit of a shock to me because usually I have between 30 and 50 photos that I’ve taken during the month. I ve almost not used my phone or camera at all in January. I put it down To mostly recovering from cancer treatment and being quite unwell with a chest infection and it pretty much raining nonstop for the whole month.
Definitely came as a surprise though….
Thee were this weeks fabulous responses
Little Charmer made her glorious first appearance with some poetry
Michelle carried on her story here
Oh and I did this one…
So this week your prompt was ‘Old gods’, and these are a few pics to go with it.
Oh, and you can do what you want with the miages. They are all AI generated so no issues with copyright.
Last one for January
Over the many years Ive been dabbling on here I have always enjoyed prompts. Quite often I like to create lists for myself, and I always wnjoy them even more when I have an image or two to stir my writing loins.
So I figured I might share some of mine. Use it if you want. or don’t.
Theres no limit to how long or short it should be, just see where it takes you. It could be a short story, a poem, or just whatever takes your fancy.
If you send a pingback or a link to your piece in the comments I will gather all of the outputs together at the end of the week, so for this one the closing date will be Sunday the 4th of February.
If there is interest or people actually get into it I might compile the best one from each week and pop them into a compilation of sorts and pop it on Amazon at the end of the year (accredited of course). But let’s see how it goes first eh…
So this week your prompt is ‘TO LIVE AND DIE’, and these are a few pics to go with it.
Oh, and you can do what you want with the miages. They are all AI generated so no issues with copyright.
A quickie kinda thing
So this week the prompt is ‘Old gods’, and my short effort is below…
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We thought we would live forever, that things would always be this way, that they would always believe and that would be enough.
We strode the world, wielding such power and how they worshipped us. It was never going to end.
Oh how wrong we were.
Those before us had warned us, as we crushed them, consigning them to myth. We were new and reckless, but you know how things are when you’re young. You think you know better. That isn’t to say we didn’t have a great time, we did. But oh it was over quicker than we could believe. You must have read the stories and seen the idols. We did that. We did all of that. We did everything..
Did you see that business with the minotaur? Yes? Well that was one of mine. How brilliant was that.
“You can’t mix a bull and a man,” they said. “That’s messed up.” They laughed, said it was silly and unnecessary, and that I should have some wine, try the grapes, they were apparently really good.
Well I showed them didn’t I.
And don’t get me started on me and Aphrodite. Those new boys thought they were better than us, that they weren’t interested in such temptations, but that’s what the boys who don’t get invited to the cool orgies always say isn’t it.
Well screw them, their time will come, and when it does they still won’t have been to any great parties or wild orgies and they will be left with…with…
What exactly will they be left with? I don’t think they’ve done a very good job. It all looks pretty messed up from where I’m sitting. And you know what…shall I tell you?
The orderly reached over and pulled a blanket across the knees of the old man. He tucked it in tight around his knees and wheeled the chair towards the small table for two in front of the wide window. The rain fell heavily from dark grey skies and lightning lit up the night in the distance.
“Would you like some pudding?” the orderly asked. “Then we’ll get you to bed shall we Mr Z.”
mmmmmmeat
Once a butcher who dearly loved meat
Would rub sausages betwixt his feet
Groaned and sensually grinned
As they burst from their skins
Eyes rolled back at the explosive treat
I give you…the FIRE STORM
I have written about this many times because it is my favourite game. It’s quite childish and rude and I make no apologies for it. This is how it goes…
Every time you see the name of a caravan simply put the word ‘anal’ in front of it. Thats it.
Here is a recent hall of fame contender. The FIRE STORM.
This is the link to the prompt, and the inspirational pics can be seen belpw. And this is my effort. Bit short as I have been sick all week but it is something, right?
He always promised that one day we’d leave, that things would be different and we would escape to a place where we could be together always. I smiled everytime he told me this, deep down he was a good man. A dreamer perhaps, but that was part of his charm, you know.
I remember when we were young, how we would lie outside the house in the long grass and look up at the sky. He would point and tell me all about the things he had read in his books. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but believe him, because he obviously believed it himself.
“Out there, way out there,” he would say, “out there is where things will be different. Ive seen things.”
I would ask him what he had seen, but he would just smile and tell me I wouldn’t believe him, but I just needed to trust him.
And I should have.
But time does things to people, and promises and dreams fade eventually, and all that is left is reality.
But he never stopped believeing, even when we drifted apart. I would see him time to time and he would tell me that things would be different soon, and looking into his dark green eyes I almost believed him again.
But then the earth would shake, and the snow would fall, and once more things were just as they had always been…
Week 3…go go go
Over the many years Ive been dabbling on here I have always enjoyed prompts. Quite often I like to create lists for myself, and I always wnjoy them even more when I have an image or two to stir my writing loins.
So I figured I might share some of mine. Use it if you want. or don’t.
Theres no limit to how long or short it should be, just see where it takes you. It could be a short story, a poem, or just whatever takes your fancy.
If you send a pingback or a link to your piece in the comments I will gather all of the outputs together at the end of the week, so for this one the closing date will be Sunday the 28th of January.
If there is interest or people actually get into it I might compile the best one from each week and pop them into a compilation of sorts and pop it on Amazon at the end of the year (accredited of course). But let’s see how it goes first eh…
So this week your prompt is ‘Old gods’, and these are a few pics to go with it.
Oh, and you can do what you want with the miages. They are all AI generated so no issues with copyright.
The eye watering course of life and love
A fellow who cheated, contrite
Hoped his wife would forgive him, she might
Reach down deep in her heart
And they’d have a new start
But she lopped off his cock in the night
The prompt was DARLA, the pics are below and these were the responses. A good start I think and it got a couple of folk going so that is a result in my book.
Michael Seidel treat us to this
Michelle gave us this great beginning
LexiKonical treat us to fab interpretation
And you had this from me.
Another writing prompt for your pleasure
Over the many years Ive been dabbling on here I have always enjoyed prompts. Quite often I like to create lists for myself, and I always wnjoy them even more when I have an image or two to stir my writing loins.
So I figured I might share some of mine. Use it if you want. or don’t.
Theres no limit to how long or short it should be, just see where it takes you. It could be a short story, a poem, or just whatever takes your fancy.
If you send a pingback or a link to your piece in the comments I will gather all of the outputs together at the end of the week, so for this one the closing date will be Sunday the 22ndof January.
If there is interest or people actually get into it I might compile the best one from each week and pop them into a compilation of sorts and pop it on Amazon at the end of the year (accredited of course). But let’s see how it goes first eh…
So this week your prompt is ‘ALCHEMY’, and these are a few pics to go with it.
Oh, and you can do what you want with the miages. They are all AI generated so no issues with copyright.
Flash fiction kinda stuff…
This is in response to my own prompt. The pics below were the inspiration and the prompt title was “Darla”
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Darla was born in that timeless perineum of vague uncertainty and half eaten boxes of chocolates that occupies the days between Christmas eve and New years day. A place where time marches to the unfathomable beat of a dozen drunken drummers all attempting to play synchronised opening beats to Phil Collins’ ‘In the air tonight’ whilst being chased by killer clowns demanding they hurry up and get to the good bit.
As a large proportion of the world lurched between one bout of searing indigestion to the next, Darla came screaming into the world, perfectly pink and with a dark shock of hair that her mother claimed was surely from the gods, as she herself was blonde. The midwife’s suggestions that it was surely on the father’s side were dismissed out of hand as Darla’s mother insisted to the contrary as there was the small matter of an unwavering assertion that she had never slept with anyone to allow her to conceive. But who is going to listen to a teen mother with a tendency towards tie dye and tarot? No one, that is how many. Precisely no one at all.
And it was with that unwavering belief in her divine conception that Darla grew up. It did not make for easy friendships, whether she professed her beliefs from the rood tops or whispered it in darker corners was irrelevant, it simply followed her without the need for any effort on her part. As they bobbed along on the ebb and flow of life their past was impossible to completely leave behind, regardless of which small town they were soon packing up from or washing ashore on.
And it was in one of those small towns, which shall remain nameless as it is of interest to only for those flotsam and jetsam of humanity who found themselves floundered there, that Darla found herself when the end came. Or perhaps, when the end came for her.
In those final moments, most things burned and many other things collapsed. A third lot of things exploded into a sparkling cascade of death whilst everything not in categories one, two or three tended to whimper into oblivion with scant resistance. Had it not been so terrifying and cataclysmic it might have even been beautiful.
Darla took a deep breath and pulled her satchel across her shoulder. The skies crackled and spat like embers whipped by the wind, and she thought about her mother, and the stories of how she came from the gods. It had all been too much for mum, and she wouldn’t miss this place or these people.
It was time to leave, they would be here for her soon.
Dad was on his way…
Something a little sci fi to start the year off.
Over the many years Ive been dabbling on here I have always enjoyed prompts. Quite often I like to create lists for myself, and I always wnjoy them even more when I have an image or two to stir my writing loins.
So I figured I might share some of mine. Use it if you want. or don’t.
Theres no limit to how long or short it should be, just see where it takes you. It could be a short story, a poem, or just whatever takes your fancy.
If you send a pingback or a link to your piece in the comments I will gather all of the outputs together at the end of the week, so for this one the closing date will be Sunday the 15th of January.
If there is interest or people actually get into it I might compile the best one from each week and pop them into a compilation of sorts and pop it on Amazon at the end of the year (accredited of course). But let’s see how it goes first eh…
So this week your prompt is ‘Darla’, and these are a few pics to go with it.
Oh, and you can do what you want with the miages. They are all AI generated so no issues with copyright.
Camera roll revelations
NO MORE FREEBIES
This time tomorrow
Chocolate, sweets and pastry
Contain calories
Christmas marches on
My diet, like the desert
Still lacks greenery
Eleventeen days
Between Christmas and new year
Warped reality
New year ahead
Filled with opportunity
To fail miserably
Hearth and home
Surrounded by family
Who now need to leave
Oh sweet leftovers
Turkey and pie for breakfast
Trifle on the side
Planning my diet
But not until new year
‘Til then, gluttony
The presents are wrapped
Fingers tear at bright wrapping
Disappointment, thanks…
Turkey and stuffing
Gets timings from internet
Explosive results
Baubles on the tree
Food and drink in abundance
Trousers fit no more
Afterwards 