Giggles

They were hiking up the mountain, when a rock slide blocked the trail just behind them.

They heard the noise, run back to check.

“On no! How are we going to go back now? Do you think we could climb over?”

“I guess it would be too dangerous. The rocks may not be settled.”

“What do we do then?”

None of them wanted that, as they did not pack for overnight camping, but there was no other way than spending the night in the woods.

They wore all their jackets, created a bed of leaves and snuggled together.

As they were about to fall asleep, he hears a hustle around them, and feels something passing over their bodies. He raises startled. What was it?

Then he hears giggles.

Giggles??? Are there other people here?

“Who’s there?”

No answer.

He remembers the night goggles laying at the back of his backpack and, when he puts them on, he sees 4 playful weird creatures peeking from inside a tree trunk.

He freezes… it’s gonna be a long night….

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This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, with photo prompt by myself, and contains 175 words.

The funny thing about these challenges is that I always have the hardest times with my own pictures. I provided the picture because I thought it could inspire nice stories. In this case I actually created the picture by layering 2 pictures into one. Still…

One of the difficulties I have is to keep it short. I always tend to write a lot on the first draft for my own pictures.

Then, I’m never really satisfied, thinking other people was able to use my picture much better than myself.

Oh well. I guess it may be just a case of being harder on myself for feeling ‘responsible’ for the prompt…

(PS. the inspiration to create the picture with my monster buddies was a story written by E. A. Wicklung for some other prompt. I guess it was this one. So thanks E. A.! ;o)

To see other stories inspired by the same prompt, click the blur frog below:

 

Snow Prince

This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, with photo prompt by Sonya, from Only 100 Words.

It was created to be read with Cookie Swirl C’s (hehehehehe) voice. Although for Cookie Swirl C my Elsa would sound more like Anna, and the other way around, but oh well….

(Yes, that’s the favorite ‘TV’ program of my kids. Yes, I’m pretty influenciable. Yes, Elsa and Anna from Frozen, indeed, just as peahens. ;o)


 

Peahen Elsa: “Oh My Gosh, Oh My Gosh! Is that Jack Frost????”

Peahen Anna: “Jack Frost? Where?”

Elsa: “That one over there, all white and snowy. Owwwwnnnn, so cuuute! I’m gonna talk to him!”

Anna: “Elsa, wait…”

Elsa: “Er, Hi. I was looking at you from over there. Oh my gosh! I’m so nervous! I mean… Are you Jack Frost? The winter spirit? Snow king? Oh my gosh!”

White peacock: “Who, me? No, I’m…”

Elsa: “O c’mon, don’t be shy, you can talk to me, I’m your biggest fan! No need to hide.”

White peacock: “I’m not hiding, I’m really not Jack Frost. I don’t even know who this Jack Frost is.”

Elsa: “How come you’re not. And how come you don’t know??? You’re so snowy… So cute! Oh my gosh!”

White peacock: “Er… lady, excuse me, I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m not snowy. We’re in Africa, remember? There is no snow here. I’m just leucistic, okay? Now, would you excuse me, please? I have to go.”

Elsa: “Wait… Jack…”

 

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To see other stories inspired by the same picture, click the blue frog below:

 

Revenge

The world was colorful and happy. Except for Griswald.

Griswald lived in the gray forest and liked it like this. He didn’t care about colors and happiness. For him the entire world could be gray. But that was not really his problem. As long as people didn’t bother him, he would keep quiet on his isolated, gray and sad world.

One day, a group of kindergarteners come with their teacher and a few chaperone parents to the forest and plant some colorful flowers, in an attempt to make it brighter and prettier.

When Griswald sees the pretty flowers he gets enraged and swears vengeance.

For the next few months he makes himself busy building some sort of gadget. Then, on a beautiful sunny spring day, the gadget is finally ready to be used.

It looks like a regular car, all gray just like him. He starts the car and drives towards town. But as he drives, the car steals all the colors around and makes the rest of the world as gray as Griswald forest.

Revenge


This story was written in response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers with photo prompt from pixabay, and contains 175 words.

To see other stories inspired by the same picture, click the blue frog below:

 

Goddess

After he has been summoned by the spirits and left to the forest, she felt lost for a while. She knew that he wasn’t a bad person and that he would never have turned to the dark spirits on free will.

Was he trying to save her and their baby from the red mark?

He was the one who needed to be saved now. She grabbed the baby, packed a few things and went back to her old village, heading directly to the Goddess temple.

In the middle of a clearing in the woods, just behind the cemetery, there stood the statue of the Goddess. Most villagers took it for an Angel, but she knew better.

She kneels down in front of the statue and asks for protection for her beloved husband and their baby. She also asks for strength for her own, in the upcoming fight she’ll undertake to save her man from the dark spirits of the forest.


This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, with the prompt provided by Sonya, from Only 100 Words, and contains 160 words.

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It’s also a new ‘chapter’ for The red mark and The time is now!.
I’m actually starting to like that and may decide to continue writing about the red mark… Who knows next November….

To see other stories inspired by the same picture, click the blue frog below:

Photographic essay

We’re 7 in our photography classes. So our teacher assigned to each of us a color of the rainbow for our essays.

I got red.

Red???? Seriously????

I would have liked to have green, and go to a forest for nice pictures with the sun rays finding their way in through the tree branches full of green leaves.

Or blue, and have a stunning picture of sea and sky.

Or orange, yellow, purple, indigo…  Just not RED!

What can I picture in red?

Love? Pfff!!!… As if this even existed!

Red roses, strawberries? Blah, cheee-sy!

Blood? Uh… That’d be cool! But maybe too graphic, huh?

And why do I keep thinking love for red? Love does not exist! It’s an illusion!

Well, fine, I admit I believed it until recently. But now I know there is no such thing like love. Just pain.

Love pain!

Love pain????

Hey… maybe that’s it!

lovepain


This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, with photo prompt from pixabay.com (AdinaVoicu), and contains 150 words.

To see other stories inspired by the picture, click the blue frog below.

Butterfly heaven

She was born in a flower pot at the city. She didn’t like it there much, though. Too much noise, too few flowers.

So, off she flew, away from the city. But the city was in an arid area and all she found was a desert.

Big red rocks, dangerous looking lizards, spiders, scorpions, snakes…. Not much water… Only a few low woody bushes….

She felt hungry, thirsty and afraid, and started to regret leaving the comfortable city.

Then, suddenly, she sees a flowering succulent bush covering a huge ground area. She goes for it and finds the most delicious, thirst-quenching and satisfying meal. Much better than what she used to get in her luscious colorful flowers at her pot.

She also finds cover from predators, amongst the thick leaves as pale as her wings.

She has found her own private Butterfly Heaven!

 


This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, that this week features a picture by T.J. Paris.

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To see other stories inspired by the same picture, click the blue frog below.

 

Meinem Deutschland!

It’s been 20 years now he has left his home country, Deutschland.
That was when he married the love of his life and moved to the USA to build a family with his American bride.

They have a happy family, with two amazing teenage boys, a fun dog, a nice house, good jobs.

Then one day, he gets a call from home that his step-mom has passed from this world.
He goes back to give support to his widowed dad and orphaned half-sister.
He also visits mom, to whom he is the only child.

Then he suddenly realizes that it could have been them! His own dad or his own mom!

This realization makes him extremely home sick.
He wants. He needs to go back to being close to his German family.
He needs to be with mom and dad when their time comes.

From that day on, he starts working in trying to move back home bringing his American family with him.

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This post was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, with photo prompt by Sonya, author of the blog, from “Only 100 Words”, and contains 162 words.

The story is not fictional, though. This has happened to one of my dearest friends.
The passing of his step-mom was about 3 years ago, and he still didn’t manage to reallocate to his home land.
I’ll miss him once he goes, but I’ll be happy for him, knowing how important it is for him to be close to mom and dad again.

To see other stories inspired by the same picture, click the Blaue Frosch below.