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Photo-Fiction 100

This one goes out with my deepest thanks, to everyone who has participated, viewed, submitted pictures and stories, and generally stuck around these last few years. I can’t express how happy I am to have made it this far with all of you. Thank you and thank you and thank you.

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Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on this picture. You pick your poison, poetry or story. Please don’t forget to, mention this post in yours, and link back here i.e. include a link to this post in your post on your blog so we can check out your work. Happy writing guys, have fun, I look forward to reading what you all come up with.

Don’t have a blog but still want to submit a story? Do you have an interesting picture you would like to see our participants write on? Contact me at randomauthormich@gmail.com and submit. I look forward to hearing from you.

Stories or pieces submitted in the way much contain the Authors Name and a short bio in the body of the email

Photo-Fiction #99

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Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on this picture. You pick your poison, poetry or story. Please don’t forget to, mention this post in yours, and link back here i.e. include a link to this post in your post on your blog so we can check out your work. Happy writing guys, have fun, I look forward to reading what you all come up with.

Don’t have a blog but still want to submit a story? Do you have an interesting picture you would like to see our participants write on? Contact me at randomauthormich@gmail.com and submit. I look forward to hearing from you.

Stories or pieces submitted in the way much contain the Authors Name and a short bio in the body of the email

Challenge Accepted!!!! Please click the links below to see the pieces submitted this week. Have a read, and show some love.

The Bag Lady – Photo- Fiction 99

The Story Files – Mind Falling

The watcher.

In response to Photo-Fiction #46

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I got my hat when I was 17. It had been hanging on the wall of the rickety shack where my summer love reached it’s zenith. I had loved her and she was only passing through and as a parting gift I had given her my virtue. She had given me a hat. I wore it proudly and for many years it was the thing by which I was defined.

“My Husband, the one with the hat.” My wife fondly. I had worn it on our first date, or wedding day, seen our son born.

“Dad, do you always have the wear the hat?” my son full of teenage angst. I wore it everyday to work, to drop him off to school.

“My Grappa wears a funny hat.” my granddaughter full of childish glee. It was hiding my bald spot.

“Grappa can I wear it?” My great grandson, the magician. To him I was just classic.

I watched them grow and change as the world chiseled them into shape. It’s been a good life, witnessed since that day in that rickety shack, by this hat. Is it any wonder, that when she came to me at death’s door, it was the thing I took with me?

She came, that night as the machine beeps started to slow, I could feel my last breath gathering it’s strength, she had come. Not a day older than the 19 I had left her, the ghost of a summer back then. My hat on the side table. She offered me another way. A chance to see and to follow, the way the man the hat had been had done for me. Just to watch and never interfere.

I made the choice, I took her offer. I’ll live, a watcher now, in a black top hat.

Photo-Fiction #11

Presenting this week’s Photo prompt.

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Can you tell this story as a work of Flash Fiction? Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words. You pick your poison, poetry or story. Please don’t forget to link back here i.e. include a link to this post in your post on your blog, so we can check out your work. Happy writing guys, have fun, I look forward to reading what you all come up with.

Don’t have a blog but still want to submit a story? Do you have an interesting picture you would like to see our participants write on? Contact me at randomauthormich@gmail.com and submit. I look forward to hearing from you.

Stories or pieces submitted in the way much contain the Authors Name and a short bio in the body of the email.

Challenge Accepted!!!!! Stop by and show some love to all the great participants of this challenge.

Cherrytales: Bang Bang, my baby shot me down.

Worstwriterever:  November 9, 2015

In Medias Res: Blood and Secrets

Psychologistmimi: 75 lightning strikes

Random_Michelle: SHHHHHH

I shoulda listened

In response to Photo – Fiction #1

Mom told me not to go into the woods at night.

“Don’t venture out” she pleaded, shifting the curtains and peeking at the torrent outside. I didn’t listen for the 50th time, Granny needed her meds, it was just that simple. There shouldn’t be any hesitation about that.

“Please” she whispered one last time. This time with a tear rolling down her face. Mom was scared, but it would be worse if Granny didn’t get her meds, so I grabbed the basket and my hoody and left Mom and her frightened wails behind.

And for a while I’m fine, just me and my thoughts and roar of the rain, watching the mud and water part under my sneakers. Then he’s there, in my face, just like that. Breathing hot and heavy in my face. He sniffs, He snarls, then it’s black.

It’s black and I’m falling, always with the falling. But I can still hear, I can still hear the snarls and the thuds of flesh colliding, I can hear as they mellow into grunts and groans and then there is quiet. Even the rain has stopped roaring. Just quiet and darkness.

‘Til the bite of serrated plastic on my wrists. And rough hands shaking me awake.

“You have the to remain silent….” It’s happened again. Another one of the pack gone. My pack. My brothers in arms, my family.

This is why Mom cries when I leave at night, this is her fault, this is the result of her hesitation, the night I needed to get my meds.

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