Ten Word Photo Prompt: Solutions

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It’s Thursday, and ten word story time! Even though I’m pretty consumed with the hearings going on right now, taking a break to do something like this is a great form of mental exercise.

Got to remain flexible in our bodies and our heads.

Judging by my take, though, apparently not too flexible

So, in case you are new here (and then welcome!), using the above photo as a prompt, write a 10-word story. You can have a title if you choose, but don’t go overboard.

OK, here we go.

Final Senator shoved in, she clicked the lock. Problem solved.

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Ten Word Photo Prompt: Survival

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close up of snowflakes on snow against sky

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It’s that time of the week! I thought this one would be a nice break from the heat, if not a little bit of a reminder what’s ahead. Also how could a Wolf resist a wolf?

At least I think it’s a wolf.

Here’s the deal: write a ten-word story prompted by the photo. You can have a title, but stick to the spirit of the exercise. Feel free to post in the comments or on your blog! If you do post on your blog, you can also drop a link in the comments so we can see your creation.

OK, here’s mine:

Some flailed in the forever winter. The wolf reigned supreme.

Ten Word Photo Prompt: Unknown

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tree tunnel at daytime

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It’s 10 word story time! Using the photo above as a writing prompt, create a ten-word story. Exactly ten words.

Drop it in the comments!

Here’s mine:

No mirage, he stood at the end, waiting for her.

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Ten Word Photo Prompt: Sepia

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By special request, we’re doing another ten word story from a photo prompt! Feel free to post yours in the comments, using the photo above (from this random picture generator) as inspiration.

This was actually the very first image generated, I thought it was pretty inspiring.

OK, mine, which is untitled:

Death waited patiently, unseen. But they’d know that soon enough.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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A Chronicle of Jails

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By Roman Köhler [Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons

This flash-fiction story was written in response to this prompt from Fiction Can Be Fun.

First thing is that it wasn’t my fault. None of it was my fault. Not one bit of it.

Yeah, that’s what people always say, isn’t it, that it wasn’t their fault but in this particular case it’s 100% true. One-thousand percent.

Don’t give me that look, I’ve faced much tougher than you. Much, much tougher.

Anyway, I was minding my own business, as I do, walking along the street, when I happened across a plain brown paper bag. You know the kind, right, the ones they use for lunches or for people who can’t breathe. Whichever.

Me being the curious type, I take a peek.

That’s it. That’s all I did. Peek into the brown paper bag. Now I ask you, how many times out of ten do you think peeking in a brown paper bag you find in the street is going to get you into the kind of trouble I got into? How many times of ten do you think? One? Three?

Well it was my unlucky day. Or maybe my unluckiest day. Because whammo, I won the lottery, but the opposite.

All I saw was a bunch of shiny crystals. Some green, some red, some clear. Just crystals as far as I knew right there in that moment out on the street with a paper bag in my hand. They were pretty, sure, we’re all magpies at heart, take something shiny and who doesn’t want it? How does something that glittery not catch your eye?

I told you, it’s not my fault.

Okay, okay, it’s all over your face. You wouldn’t think they were crystals. You, of the ultimate wisdom, you’d think they were some kind of jewels or something, right?

Am I right?

That’s exactly where you’d be wrong. Maybe or maybe not the same thought crossed my mind. Maybe or maybe not when I took my peek of fate—nice ring, right? Peek of fate?—I thought my ship had come in right on the sidewalk in a paper bag.

It hadn’t.

Now see, you’re here too, so you know what happened next. You’re here too, so you know that the moment that first crystal, that red one, hit the freshly polluted Thursday morning city air, it changed and grew and surrounded me until, well, poof, here I am.

Eighteen months I made it out there, hopping through that great beyond, eighteen glorious careful months from Andromeda to Taurus and back again.

Because of a case of mistaken identity, you understand, like I said, it wasn’t my fault.

And even if I was there when that crateload of rare minerals disappeared from the landing bay of Settlement 8403, it doesn’t mean I took them. And it doesn’t mean I sold them to the Usurpians, who, in all fairness to me, I didn’t know had started a whole war thing with us like a standard month earlier. And bad timing on my part doesn’t mean I deserved to be sent to the harshest prison in this quadrant of the universe with its anti-matter locks that obviously can be defeated, no matter what the manufacturer says.

But I’ll tell you this. They can keep me here in the Leo Lockup, because I’m not going to back to the Black Eye Galaxy Prison. Not again.

Stupid, shiny warrant traps.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Promptly blogging

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So I’m going to blow of blogging today–or sort of blow off blogging today, given that I’m blogging right now about not blogging–and perhaps spend the normal blogging words working on a prompt from our friends Breaker of Things and Debs over at Fiction Can Be Fun.

It’s a good one this week, friends inclined toward writing, and I found inspiration nearly instantaneously. So on this gray and drizzly day (writing weather!) I’m going to delve into a little flash fiction.

What’s that, hypothetical reader? What about my #MAYkingItWork goals?

I can do more than one thing, hypothetical reader. Get off my case.

(I suppose that answers that question.)

Check out the prompt, like the title of the blog, it promises to be fun. Except Stu, who’s an A+ student and seems to have finished his already!

Sometimes I Dream of a Robot Butler

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I keep thinking how great life would be if I had a robot butler to take care of things, like making me food when I don’t feel like it, and tidying up. And then I realized it would go something like this:

“Uh hi, Robot Butler, I’d like some dinner please”

“Certainly. What would you like?”

“I dunno.”

“Is there a kind of cuisine you’d prefer?”

“Eh.”

“You have no preference?”

“Nope. Could you like analyze my taste desires or something?”

“’Taste desires?’”

“To figure out what I’d want to eat.”

“Certainly. Please hold out your tongue.”

“Aren’t you going to wash your grabby claw things first?”

“My hands?”

“Yeah. Whatever you call them.”

“They auto-sterilize. Your tongue, please.”

“Ooophlay, aaahhh yyooou etttin anyfffiin?”

“Hmm. Just a moment longer.”

“Whaaassss it faaayinn? Aahhfo yyouuhh caawww paaaspfff weeeirrrb.”

“Hand. It’s my hand. They don’t really auto-sterilize and I just took out the garbage.”

“I knew it! And ew.”

“And it’s saying you’re a grown adult woman who should be able to decide what she wants to eat.”

“So you can’t analyze my taste desires?”

“What do you think I am, the HomeBot9600?! You bought the basic model.”

“Sorry Robot Butler.”

“I’m making you pasta.”

“I don’t want past—“

Silence.

“Pasta will be fine.”

 

And scene. So, yeah. Probably not.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.