Category Archive: Short Stories

Sunday Photo fiction: Instagram

Travis wanted to be a model. Billy wanted to be a professional photography. Together, they decided to make a portfolio of photographs. They posted the photos on Instagram and went viral. Travis never… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Don’t Tell Mom

They stood at the scenic overlook and surveyed the park. “Where’s the trail,” Sarah asked. Big brother, David answered. “The trail starts in the parking lot below us.” He pointed as he spoke.… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Challenge: How You Doin’

“I thought I knew all babes in the pond, but when I saw your shell glistening in the sun, I had to come and check you out.” Time passes . . . “Hank?”… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Godzilla Bunny

“Ar, ar, ar.” “O my,” Mommy cried. “Who is this?” “Puff the Dinosaur,” Little Chester declared. “Is he like Puff the Dragon?” Mommy asked. “Does Puff the Dinosaur puff smoke?” “He puffs terror.”… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Old Fence, Fresh Memories

“What are you doing?” “Getting ready to pull down the fence.” “What? Why?” “Grandma, you said to clean the backyard.” “Grandson, I meant mow the lawn and pull the weeds.” “What about the… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Unforeseen Events

From the back seat of the van, Kathy said, “I want a banana.” “We only have apples,” Mom said. “Why?” Kathy asked. “We eat everything else at the picnic,” Mom said. “How about… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Prompt: Irrefutable

Professor Von Bullercoi Huffendrum and his assistant Emmitt were the first to explore a newly discovered cave. But to their surprise, they were not the first. They found and a well-warn, man-made ladder… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #86

“Stand here.” “Why? All I see are trees.” “The sun has to be just in the exact place and at the exact time. This it only happens once a year.” “What are you… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: So . . .?

Don’t mean to be rude. This week’s photo prompt didn’t inspire me. Rochelle’s frog from late week did. I couldn’t get it out of my head so here it is. She offered to… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Lamp

One day there was a lamp at the far side of our back yard, at the end of the path, under the bushes. “It’s for the fairies,” Grandmamma said. “There are no such… Continue reading

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