The Call
The haze of dawn crept through the forest, infusing the ferns and jagged rocks with its golden mist. By the chirping of bluebirds and magpies, Jane knew the…
We've all been victims to the dreaded wall of writer's block. This challenge celebrates glorifying/sucking out some art juice from another's piece of work. Specifically, for this challenge let's use visual art! Rule 1) Don't refresh the page for new images. Choose one from the first explore page. 2) Comment on your piece with the link to the photo you chose. (I promise I will read the piece before I look at the link ;)) Have fun! And challenge yourself--whatever photo you choose, write a story that isn't expected! Here is your link: http://www.flickr.com/explore
The haze of dawn crept through the forest, infusing the ferns and jagged rocks with its golden mist. By the chirping of bluebirds and magpies, Jane knew the…
“My dad calls it Down syndrome, but I think it should be called Up syndrome.” “Mm-hmm. Are you going to pay for that?” She looked down at the bag of chocolates…
Red and yellow. These are the colors that define my fate. These are the colors that I live or die by, The colors of choice. Round and juicy. This is the…
Charity capered merrily through the rows of trees, and Sylphia trailed along behind, gleaming in the half light, so that half the time Phi couldn’t be seen too…
At age 18 I graduated high school. Ready to take on the world with fresh perspectives. I was dating my high school sweetheart. At 20 I got an internship to New…
All right, gang, thanks for coming at this early hour, especially at such short notice. You know why we’re here. For all our sakes, we’ve gotta find every last…
I felt so embarrassed with the string of pearls around my neck. We were at a beach, for God’s sake, not last night’s bar. My little black dress, the conduit to…