Tag Archive: #sundayphotofiction

Sunday Photo fiction: Instagram

Travis wanted to be a model. Billy wanted to be a professional photographer. 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

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 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

Sunday Photo Fiction: First day

She bought the car. He bought the camper. No one thought to see if they were compatible. And so started the first day of their honeymoon. * * * Every Sunday, Sunday Photo… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The House

Lesley stood, contemplated the new house. “How many stories do your walls know? “Was there a happy family of five living there until an axe murder arrive late one stormy night? “How about… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: No One Seems to Mind

The pup was the only building in the forest. Hunters stopped to and from the hunt. They stayed to play cards, listen to the music, hear tall tales, and drink the finest beer… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Future

Don’t. Why? You know why. She’s dangerous. I can make up my own mind. Not if she gets her claws in you. She’ll tell you who, what, were, and when. She’ll plan your… Continue reading

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