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An intriguing image to fire your imagination. Let your muse take wing and use the inspiration to craft a story of 100 words, no more, no less.
I’ll begin with a story
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It started with a whisper in the King’s ear. “Beware, your Highness, death arrives with dear familiarity.”
The King made a show of complete indifference to the M’lak Oreel. A contemptuous flick of one bejeweled hand to dismiss the monk from court. Yet he sought to find the threat, doubling the guard, recruiting spies, and sly testing of friend and family.
Was a door left unlocked? A cup of wine unguarded? The King demanded answers he was sure to distrust.
And when the headsman’s work was bloody enough, it finally claimed the King.
Oreel took the back road away, satisfied.
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Now, your turn.
Wfjag says: A Jawa searched Kansas for Dorothy.
He was disappointed.
But, he found a dog,
and a mechanical man he took back Tatooine and sold to a farmer.
Deanna Fisher says: ^^^^ Winner!
Steven Fletcher says: The elder gained his feet, struggling to rise. “Pray with me,” he said.
“Oh, great Helos, Lord of the harvest and harvester. Grant us protection from the creature who walks in darkness to assault our walls each night. Grant us immunity from the coughing death that takes our children. Speak to your wife, Cumous, that she would send rain to the land. Walk beside the harvester as she brings grain to the granary, and protect her from glass shards blown by the wind.
“Walk with us, O Lord, for we are fresh come to this world and lonely in it.”
Andrew says: My wife’s heart, in the end, belonged to her people. I had made her a special cloak for that terrible trip. “Look down if you can’t look forward, but do not look back.”
Her people, she knew, harvested 100% of their fields, even the corners, even the gleanings. Yet there she was, after miles of walking, with a handful of wheat, as if to make one last defense: “See, we’re not so bad. There’s still a bit for the poor.”
My daughters managed to get out. Their husbands made it out too. But my heart, in the end, belonged to my wife. And was turned to salt and ashes.
Trapped in a desert under summer heat.
Tied to the train tracks, you admit defeat.
People you meet abandon you to pain.
You’re drowning now. You’ll never see old age.
You’re trapped with hungry lions in their cage.
Hope turns to rage. Prepare to meet your bane.
I’ll wait for the spring, and I’ll wait for the rain.
Get off the path of the oncoming train.
I feel no pain if I can see your face.
I’ll keep waiting for a breath of fresh air.
I’ll find a door out of the lions’ lair.
Life’s never fair, but sometimes we find grace.
Steve S says: I’d heard the warnings. Though my neighbors scoffed, I knew that I had to get away. I took what I could carry, knowing that I would have to carry for days and days and days. I knew the blast had come when my shadow suddenly appeared before me. I knew not to look back lest, like Lot’s wife, I would be destroyed in the turning. I knew my cloak was sufficient against the Alpha and Beta particles. I could only hope that I’d made enough distance to nullify the gamma radiation. Maybe the next town would be spared. I hoped.
Bob Rich says: He was to find out that there was a reason it was the road not taken. But he had never been one to turn back, and he wasn’t going to start now. So on he slouched beneath the pitiless sun, seeing no living creature but a shadowy falcon circling high above, and passing no one but another sloucher like himself. “Hallo,” he said in passing. The rough beast passed in silence with naught but a bloodrimmed gaze. “Well, stranger, if you are headed to Bethlehem I hope you have a reservation. I had to spend the night in a stable.”
Eyes crack open, shoulder sore. How did I end up sleeping on the floor?
Dorms may be nice, but geeze, twice?
Finding bagpipes in the morning followed by unlikely rain,
We’d do it again.
Finding myself at almost 50, many years used
Has left me thoughtful, happy and sometimes confused.
Making my way through and loving as I can.
Finding the journey fascinating, wondering do I have time for a tan?
Living in a country of prosperity
overwhelmed by a media obsessed with trying to convince me we lack
Just because they don’t like the guy in the back.
100, BAM!
Dave says: Please, please take your damn picture, woman. I’ve got to pee and you have to pay me. We’ve been out here for hours; you’ve had me standing her while you checked and re-checked your camera settings. Now you say you’re waiting for just the right light.
Well, I’ve got news for you. I’m not gonna pee out in this filed like you did. The whole village saw you and they won’t stop talking about it for years. That’s not gonna be me they talk it, it’ll be you. Take your damn picture and pay me so I can go pee!
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