A Different View

What do you see here? An eerie moonlit night? Maybe daytime in a different dimension or world?  Maybe it's simply a filter on a camera?  Maybe it's not a filter, but this is what the camera captured?  Write a little Flashy Fiction that puts your protagonist at the scene looking out between the trees, with or without a camera, with or without a filter.

Two for one quote day!

I apologize for falling down on my job last week.  You can ask Mr. Tuesday, I tried.  He was so busy getting his posts up that by the time it was my turn, we had lost internet connection on vacation.  So I have two for you today: 

"When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars."  ~Edgar Watson Howe, Country Town Sayings, 1911

 

What is the first thing that comes to mind when reading this quote?  Write a story about it or try the next one:

"It always rains on tents.  Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent."  ~Dave Barry 

Gazing out the Window

Sitting back in your comfy chair, man's best friend at your feet, gazing out the window.  Are you waiting for something or someone to arrive or simply enjoying the view?  Writing a little Flashy Fiction that puts your protagonist in this scene.

WHAT IF...?

Plans and schemes and hopes and dreams all converge to paint a scenario much different than the one we have. Or do they? There are times we live in this "What if?" life, where the green grass just appears more vivid. But it is not necessarily better Write your character's "What if?" life.

On Vacation

Ah, vacation!  A time to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and relax...or find the hustle and bustle of vacation.  In this week's prompt, we're going to focus on the relaxing bit.  Whether catching rays at the beach, lounging poolside, or just taking in the view with a good friend, write a little Flashy Fiction about relaxing on a vacation.

In a Disused Graveyard

"In a Disused Graveyard" by Robert Frost

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.

Often, we find poems written in response to events, pictures, and other writings .  Today, let's reverse this and write a story based on a poem.  Read Robert Frost's "In a Disused Graveyard" above, mull it over a bit or write spontaneously, and give us a bit of Flashy Fiction based on this poem.

WHAT A CHARACTER!

Today's nudge asks you to construct a character. Flesh your protagonist out with as much detail as you can: with a back story, physical appearance, interests and such. This will be your "pawn" in the stories that ask you to write "your" character into the situations presented. Don't forget to name your new creation. It may come in handy!

Reputation...

Your assignment today, should you choose to accept it, is to write something based off this quote:

“I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.” 

 ~Mae West

Are you up for the challenge?

 

 

What do you see?

image courtesy of Digital Blasphemy

Yep, this is another one of those prompts without a lot of coaxing or guidance.  Look at the image, then write a little Flashy Fiction based on what comes to mind.

...AND THEN, THE RAINS CAME

Looking out my window on a dreary, wet and rainy morning, my thoughts are of nature's power. Write a situation where rain or any other weather phenomenon plays a major part in your tale. You could be a farmer dealing with drought when the rains finally come, or someone sick of the constant barrage of downpours or blizzards, and to what end they bring you. Stretch the limits of things purely out of our control, and tell the story that's inside you,,,