Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 20th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

Genre: Humor/Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


Fay and Gloria lie on their backs in the field. It was a lovely day with a cool breeze and outsized puffy clouds floating across the sky.

“I love to make up pictures for the clouds,” said Gloria.

“Oh, so do I,” said Fay.

“There’s an elephant.” Fay pointed to a huge rounded cloud with a trunk-like extension at one end.

“And there’s a large flower.” Gloria pointed to a cloud with petal-like extensions.

“There’s a bear,” said Fay.

“There’s a house,” said Gloria.

“Oh my gosh,” shouted Fay. “There’s a flying saucer.”

“I don’t see a cloud resembling a flying saucer,” said Gloria squinting.

“No, I mean there’s really a flying saucer up there.” Fay pointed directly overhead.

“Oh, no, Flimtock. I think we’ve been spotted by an Earthling,” muttered Octock.

“I told those scientists and engineers on Picton 3 to double check the cloaker before we left. Let me try something not in the manual.”

Flimtock took a metal tool and gave the cloaker a good thump.

Immediately it jerked and began to function again.

“Oh, it’s disappeared and no one will believe us.” Fay was deeply disappointed.

“Good going, Flimtock.” Octock smiled as they spun silently ahead.




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This is my contribution this week to the challenge, Monday’s Finish the Story  hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence to be used for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 8+1+150=159


She was unaware that she was being watched.

She was a stunning gray and her mate was the dominant male. She carried his pups, among them, the future leader of their pack. Today, though, she was one of the hunters like all the rest.

They had gathered outside the cave at the start of the hunt, lifted their muzzles to the winter sky, and howled into the cold wind. Their breath came forth in clouds, chilled wind carrying it away.

“Look, Bill, said Walt Emery, isn’t she majestic. I’ve been studying this pack since last November and keeping a journal.

“That male in the lead is her mate. The others will follow and all go after the moose up ahead. They chose that moose because he’s old and slower than the rest.”

The pack now closed in. They had caught the strong, gamey scent of moose and tracked him. He knew they followed, but was tiring, slowing.

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