Afterwards Writing Prompt #7 – Monday 19th of February – “Portal”

Everyone loves a portal!

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 enjoy 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 25th 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 ‘Portal’, 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.






	

FROG AND TOAD

A cheat by me perhaps…

So this week the prompt was ‘Natural Order’, and these are a few pics to go with it at the bottom.

I’m cheating a bit as the story,inspired by the frog pic, was from my book I wrote in 2021.

How I wrote my book

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Frog and Toad


“Fear is nothing; the real thing is courage.”

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“Good morning, Toad,” mumbled Frog with a mouthful of dragonfly. “How are you this morning?” She asked.


Toad shuffled alongside the pond’s murky waters and looked across to where Frog sat on her lily pad, eating.


It was a bright, sunny day, and the sun was already climbing into the crystal blue sky.


“Good morning, Frog,” he croaked. “The pond is especially full today, isn’t it?”

Toad was not particularly good at conversation, but he did know a full pond when he saw one, and this pond was most definitely full.


Frog finished her fly before she replied.

“Indeed it is Mr. Toad,” she said, “the storms have come at just the right time, and the ponds and rivers and waterholes are all wonderfully deep. Are you going for a swim this morning?” She asked. “The water is cool, and the flies are many.”


Frog’s dark eyes protruded from her pale green skin, darted left and right and up and down. Toad nodded in answer to her question, and was just about to slip into the water when Frog’s tongue shot out. In the blink of an eye she was chewing on another blue-green dragonfly that had strayed too close. The dragonfly’s delicate, black wings hung from her lips as she ate heartily.


“That looks delicious,” Toad said, enviously.

He was quite hungry himself, and dragonflies were a favourite of his – if he could manage to catch one.

“It looks like another lovely day,” he said.


“Oh, it does,” said Frog.


What a handsome Toad indeed, she thought to herself.


“Would you like to join me for some breakfast Mr. Toad?” She asked, smiling a wide smile.


“Breakfast?” Toad replied, looking somewhat confused. Breakfast with a frog was quite out of the ordinary for toads. Frogs were frogs, and toads were toads as far as he had been led to believe.


Frog saw the confused look on Toad’s face, and she laughed. “Mr. Toad, we are not so different, you and I. You like the pond, don’t you?”


Toad agreed that he did very much like the pond.


“And you like lily pads, don’t you?” Frog asked.


Toad thought for a moment and agreed that yes, he certainly did like lily pads.


“And what about flies?” Frog asked. “Surely, you like flies, don’t you?”


Toad didn’t need to think about this at all; He thoroughly enjoyed flies. Flies were one of his favourite things; flies were better even than lily pads and ponds.


“I do, yes,” Toad answered. “I like flies most definitely.”


Frog smiled and suggested that he should join her for breakfast then, as he enjoyed ponds and lily pads and flies just as much as she did.


Despite enjoying flies and lily pads and ponds, Mr. Toad was still taken aback by the offer as he had never had breakfast with a Frog before.

“I see,” he replied, thinking about the proposal. They did seem to enjoy the same things. “I think then that I would enjoy that.”


Frog jumped from her lily pad into the water with a splash and soon hopped out of the pond to join him as they set off around the water’s edge in search of breakfast.


As Toad shuffled, Frog hopped alongside. They travelled together, chatting and occasionally stopping to gobble a fly or share a juicy centipede. Now and then, they would pop back in the pond for a quick refreshing dip or to rest on a lily pad.


And so, Frog and Toad spent the morning together, and breakfast became lunch, and lunch became supper.


They talked of frog things and toad things and things that were neither frog nor toad things but were still things that frogs and toads might discuss. And when the end of the day came, Frog slipped back into the pond, and Toad walked off slowly back to his log.


“Same time tomorrow?” Shouted Frog bobbing up and down in the water as she watched him walking away slowly, her heart racing just a little faster.


“Most definitely,” said Toad as the sun began to set, golden rays reflecting like fire on the rippled waters of the pond.


He did so enjoy ponds and lily pads and flies after all…






	

ROUND UP – Afterwards Writing Prompt #5 –  “>>>CONNEXION>>>”

Ready to see what we got this week? 6 fab responses! Read ’em…dare you!

Little charmer gave us this cheeky number

Tom continues to nail it here

A.P. Christopher just keeps dishing up quality over at his blog!

Michelle has now strung all 5 prompts into one tale- impressive!

And some intergalactic filth from me

Afterwards Writing Prompt #6 – Monday 12th of February – “Natural Order”

Onto prompt 6

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 18th 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 ‘Natural Order’, 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.






	

“>>>CONNEXION>>>”

You should just skip by this one I reckon

This was a prompt that goies with the pics at the bottom

Prompt here:

Countless suns blazed across the inky night sky as the city below held it’s breath,  twenty million inhabitants watching as the royal wedding party descended slowly in a small silver pod, the gigantic form of the orbiting class 1 Pleasure Craft an imposing and regal backdrop. 

The pod travelled slowly towards the iridescent high towers of the State palace, the twin moons looking on like a heaving pair of breasts, and the pod seemingly slipped between them before disappearing from sight.

Whilst the crowds waited, hungry for the confirmation that the bonds between the two warring peoples had been cemented, crimson clad handmaids whisked the Prince Aurorus from his silent carriage towards the bed chamber.   High vaulted ceilings and pristine marble floors reached out before him, the wedding train floating behind.

Wide eyed he gasped at the beauty of the palace, he had always imagined them so savage and base, but this spoke to something more beautiful and advanced. His heart pounded at the closeness of the alien handmaids, for as long as he could remember sworn enemies of her people. But now, through this bond, peace might be restored to the universe.

At least that is what father had told him in those moments before he had been whisked away by the high priests. He remembered how the ground had shaken as the low orbit bombers strafed the citadel back home. Beyond the blast shields that kept them safe, the world burned, and mother sat and watched, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t look as he was escorted from the room. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

And now here he was, surrounded by grandeur once more.

“Make yourself comfortable,“ said one of the handmaids as they passed through large ornate doors into a dimly lit room. He could make out the glitter of gold and precious stones on the walls as he walked towards the large bed that sat in the middle of the floor.

“Here?” he asked.

The handmaid nodded and hissed a command in her own tongue. The others all left the room leaving just the two of them. The handmaid motioned once more to the bed, nodded again and smiled a wide mouthed smile, eyes flashing and her scales catching the light. She then backed slowly out of the room, pulling the heavy doors closed behind her.

Aurorus knew what was next. Simple, painless and necessary he had been told. The priests spoke of duty, of tradition, of oaths that needed to be upheld, of the need to...

“My Prince,“ came a voice from the shadows. “Welcome once more,” it continued.

Barl stepped from the darkness and stood before Aurorus. He seemed larger now that he had during the ceremony.
Aurorus tried to speak but the words caught in his throat. Barl walked across to him, his yellow eyes deep set in his head, flashed as he looked at him there on the bed.

“They are waiting for us you know?” he said, “For our people to be united through our union. For light to return to the universe on this most glorious of days.”

Aurorus nodded. He knew. The priests had prepared him, assuring with hand wringing and much nodding that their people were not so different in so many ways.

Barl stood fully eight foot tall, the light reflected on his scales and they flickered with purples and reds, thick horns running the length of his arms and his long tail swishing around behind him, the tip curling as it rose and fell with his breathing.

“What is that?” Aurorus asked, motioning to the thick appendage that he held in his hand. It started in the middle of his chest, curled around his arm, and sat comfortably in his palm.

Barl look confused. “Did they not prepare you? It is my Schlem-na”

Aurorus felt uneasy. The priests had not mentioned that, he was quite certain. That was not something you would easily forget.

“Never heard of that,“ he said, pulling his knees tight to his chest. He watched him hold it towards him, almost as an offering.

Aurorus shook his head.

“The end comes off,“ said Barl, as if that might be some comfort.

Aurorus watched as the end opened up.

“You can fuck right off,“ he exclaimed, shifting back on the bed.

Barl tilted his head to the side, unsure of the words, they weren’t ones he was familiar with.

“And look, from inside the Schlem-na you can see the galtob,” Barl continued. He seemed very proud of his galtob. The galtob snaked from inside the Schlem-na, a full foot long, as thick as a finger and a bright blue. Like the sky at home, Aurora thought, only far more terrifying.


But it was nowhere near as pretty as the skies at home, and when the tip of the galtob hissed and bared a hundred pin like teeth he screamed, recoiling.

“My Prince,” said Barl looking to assure him. “Is it not a most regal and princely thing? Is it not the mightiest galtob across a thousand worlds?”

He seemed to be of a mind that it was, though Aurorus – being no expert in such things, was wholly unprepared to make any sort of qualified assessment as to the majesty of Barl’s Schlem-na, galtob, or anything else for that matter. The bed sheets were quite nice, and he had quite enjoyed the wedding robes and the ceremony, but right now they seemed somewhat secondary considerations. 

Barl’s galtob let out a shrill scream.

Aurorus let out one too.

The galtob reared and darted towards him. Barl felt his Schlem-na vibrate in his palm and he groaned with pleasure.

“Galtob approves,” he declared jubilantly, and crawled onto the bed next to him. Galtob did indeed approve and schlem-na backed up his affirmation with another girthy pulse.

“What do you say my prince?,” Barl pressed.

Aurorus recoiled as he stretched out the hand that was not holding his hissing collection of matrimonial hellishness.

Aurorus closed his eyes.

Once more Barl pressed, and the galtob snaked slowly towards Aurorus, swaying hypnotically. The teeth seemed to smile as it neared him and he could have sworn she heard it call his name and tell him what a pretty mouth he had and such slender hips.

“No,“ whispered Aurorus.

Barl leaned in. The Galtob now just inches from his face, pressing once more.

“Are you ready to make the universe whole again? To bring unity and peace and to cease this chaos?” Barl asked.

The galtob trilled sweetly and the pulsing of the schlem-na quickened. Barl smiled, rows of razor sharp teeth in his thick scaled face. A broad aperture opened in his forehead and a second galtob snaked out, though this one was thicker and pink and dripped a thick white liquid.

Barl saw Aurorus' eyes widen..The mouths of the galtob opened in unison.


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Does Aurorus:

A) Gently wrap his fingers around the First galtob, giggling as the Schlem-Na flushes pink with anticipation, the second galtob whispering sweet promises in his ear. Don't knock it until you try it, right? It is for world peace after all...

B) Bite off the head of the galtob as it darts from his forehead to his mouth, crush the schem-na in his hand, screaming wildly that the universe can burn for all he cares, whilst he grabs the second galtob, pulling it free and swinging it around his head like a tiny-mouthed lassoo...
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Hey I was just pissing about with this. It reminded me a bit of one of those choose your adventure books I had when I was about ten (at least one of which I actually still have)
Anyway...it’s something...

ROUND UP -Afterwards Writing Prompt #4 – – “TO LIVE AND DIE”

Some cool stuff for you to go read

Got some treats for you this week in response to the weekly prompt. Go give them a read, you never know when you’re going to dicsover someone new!

Michelle is carrying on here story here. Wonder how far she will take it?

The fantastic AP Christopher, one of my favourite bloggers, gives us this great piece,

Mansionic Perspective put this together for their first response to the prompts. Not someone I know but looking forward to checking out their stuff.

Lexikonical is back for more fabulous stuff which you should go check out here

Little Charmer couldn’t resist the lure for another crack at it with here inimitable style.

And then there was me


	

Afterwards Writing Prompt #5 – Monday 5th of February – “>>>CONNEXION>>>”

>>>Start Transmission…>>>

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 ‘>>>CONNEXION>>>’, 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.






	

TO LIVE AND DIE

it all comes to this…

So this week tje prompt was “To Live and Die” and there were a few pics to go with it.

This is my effort

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The first thought that went through Terence’s mind as he opened his eyes was “What a lovely light,”  This thought was soon followed by a second which considered why the devil he might be lying on the floor, and a third one hot on the heels of the second which pondered where exactly he might be.

He attempted to move but nothing happened.  His eyes seemed to be working just fine but beyond that nothing else did what it was meant to. Not one thing.

“Well this is just no good,” he said to himself, “this simply will not do at all.”

He strained again but still nothing.

For a while he lay there looking up at the light.  “It really is quite pretty,” he thought, “I should get one like that for the hall at home.”

In an instant something about the word home triggered an explosion of memories and emotions inside of him.  He was suddenly overwhelmed by a lifetime of experiences flashing before his eyes, and it all started with her.  

She was present in almost every thought and every memory.  She seemed to have been there from the very beginning but for some reason he could not recall her name.  He could feel her touch and he could hear her voice , and she was all at once a stranger and so very familiar.

There were children too, and grand children.  Birthdays, holidays, Christmas and so so much love and laughter.  There was a little house by the sea, and a dog that always barked when the gate creaked.  Memory after memory washed over him as he lay there looking at the ceiling, and as they flashed by she became older, yet no less beautiful.

In between the laughter there were tears, and the cold darkness of solitude and yet always the laughter and the love would return and each time he would see her smiling face.  A great sadness overcame him as he saw her laid to rest, her coffin laid into the ground on a cold grey day.  Terence lay quite still and enjoyed the intensity of each moment until, at last, he remembered how he got here, where he was and why he was looking at the ceiling.

And then there was nothing.

The Engineer crouched over Terence and ran a scanner across his forehead.  He spoke into a small receiver embedded in his grey coverall collar.

“Base 9, this is Henderson, I have found the synth and can confirm that shut down has completed.”

“And what is his Status?” came a response.

Henderson double checked the dial.  “I can confirm that the unit has reached end of life cycle and his memories have successfully downloaded to central.”

“Good work Henderson” came the response, “We will format the content and pass it onto the family, seems the owner’s kids were pretty fond of the unit and have asked for the memories.””Copy that.”


	

Roundup -AWP #3 – “Old gods”

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.

Afterwards Writing Prompt #4 – Monday 29th of January – “TO LIVE AND DIE”

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.





Old gods

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.”

Afterwards Writing Prompt #2 Roundup – “Alchemy”

The prompt was ALCHEMY, he 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.

Michelle gave us this, continuing what she started last week

LexiKonical smashed it again

I did this

Alchemy

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…

Afterwards Writing Prompt #3 – Monday 22nd of January – “Old gods”

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.

Afterwards Writing Prompt #1 Roundup – “Darla”

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.

Afterwards Writing Prompt #2 – Monday 15th of January – “ALCHEMY”

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.

Darla

Flash fiction kinda stuff…

This is in response to my own prompt. The pics below were the inspiration and the prompt title was “Darla”

Prompt Here!

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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…

Afterwards Writing Prompt #1 – Monday 8th of January – “Darla” – Sci Fi

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.