This week’s challenge is predicated on the idea that certain photographs, properly juxtaposed, can actually express dialogue.
What do you think???
Join the fun here.
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This week’s challenge is predicated on the idea that certain photographs, properly juxtaposed, can actually express dialogue.
What do you think???
Join the fun here.
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I decided I had to participate in Floral Friday Foto this week so I could showcase this brand new picture by my photography friend Terry Valley — since he doesn’t blog these days so can’t showcase it himself. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.
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Friday Fictioneers prompt this week is this photo by Roger Bultot. (Sorry, there was no link for him.). My story is below the picture.
LOVE GROWS ON YOU
Virginia Creeper wasn’t beautiful and was generally considered a nuisance wherever she grew. But she had a kind heart, and when she heard sobbing out by the alley, she crawled over to investigate. She found Barney, the discarded garbage truck, soaking the ground with his tears.
“Barney?”
“I-I-I’ve been thrown away! Dumped here; no one wants me now. Dead motor. And everybody says I-I-I stink!” His sobs were heartbreaking.
Virginia gathered her strength. Stretching, squirming, she pulled herself to the unhappy truck. She reached up, grabbed his bumper, and curled around it, stretching higher and wider until she had completely embraced Barney in a comforting hug.
“Don’t cry, Barney. I love you, and I’ll stick with you forever.”
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Join the fun over at Rochelle’s Place. Write your own 100-word story based on the picture prompt.
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Groundhogs can be pretty destructive when it comes to property, but they are cute as a button. We had four new babies on our block last summer, and this year, we have two new ones. They actually live across the street from me, on property that is awaiting a probate decision before new ownership can take effect. A woman in our block feeds them, and I suppose as far as the little babies are concerned, they consider themselves town critters.
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Julia is into birds this week on her 100-word story challenge. Here’s what she says: “I am very lucky to have a garden and even luckier that a variety of birds visit each day. At the moment we have 2/3 blackbirds who are really ruling the roost so to speak. They are beautiful song birds I know, but they are having a conversation. You can tell with the intonation of the sounds and the responses from another birds.
So, your prompt this week is to write that conversation!”
So I did. It’s below the picture.
OVERHEARD CONVERSATION OF BLACKIE BIRD AND HIS FAMILY
“Mama!”
“Mama … we’re hungry!”
“Yeah, we’re hungry.”
“I’ll check on Dad’s progress.”
“Honey, found anything?”
“Not yet. Those dang Cardinals grab everything in sight!”
“They think just because they’re so splendid to look at they should get the best of everything.”
“Hey, two worms! I’ll grab ’em.”
“Oh, look out! Kitty-Kitty’s comin’ at you at 2:00!”
“If I run, I’ll lose the worms to the Bluejays.”
“Barn-a-Bee’s on the roses. Call for help.”
“Hey, Barn-a-Bee, Kitty-Kitty’s crouched to attack. Help!”
“On my way. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz … SMACK!”
“MEOW!!#%$!!#$%!!”
“Great hit! Right on the nose! Thanks, Barn-a-Bee, old pal. I owe you one.”
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I actually got the idea for this story from a whimsical poem my mother wrote many years ago, titled “Wish I Were A Bumblebee.” You can read it at this link.
Photo courtesy of http://www.public-domain-image.com/blackbirds-pictures/close-up-of-a-female-tricolored-blackbird-agelaius-tricolor.jpg.html
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