© A Mixed Bag 2011 Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 2nd, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. 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. This week’s prompt was taken by Al Forbes himself. Thanks, Al.

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: Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


In Medieval times dragons were more plentiful. One was given to Princess Milicent as a gift by a wealthy old merchant who secretly loved her.

He thought himself brave as he’d captured the animal himself in the mountains south of the town. He didn’t realize this was no ordinary dragon. It was a prince from another kingdom who had been transformed by a magician because the prince wanted to be close to the fair lady.

“Oh my beautiful dragon,” said Milicent as she stroked the dragon’s scaly purple head. You are so gentle. I always thought your kind were fierce and dangerous.”

One day as the princess walked in the garden the old merchant hurried to her.

“Princess I have asked your father the king for your hand and he has agreed as the Kingdom needs money and no other suitor is available.”

The dragon turned, breathed fire toward the merchant who fell back into the roses, then transformed into a handsome prince. He walked straight to the king’s throne and asked for the princess’s hand in marriage. The king gladly accepted and a large wedding soon took place. The young couple filled with joy were happily married many years.

















City buildings--Marie Gail Stratford

Photo Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

Here we all are again another week. Today we’re sitting in a virtual air-conditioned library in a virtual large city. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious writer and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Marie Gail Stratford. Thanks, Marie Gail.

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

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


Betty grabbed a hand towel and wiped her forehead where the sweat inched down.

It was midsummer in the city and intense heat bounced off everything outside. Even breathing was an effort.

Lucky she had a magical realm to escape to. Her coach waited outside.

“Princess,” her dad said as he opened the door of his taxi. “Off we go to the land of castles, princes, and wicked witches.”

Shorty he pulled up in front of the main library. Betty got out. “Bye Dad,” she called as she walked up the steps and into the air-conditioned land of books.




Written Act of Kindness Award







Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barb supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence 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, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 3+10+150=163


“Once upon a time in a land far, far, away…”

Mom was reading to my little sister, Melissa, three years old. She had read to me and my brother, Joey, no problem. Melissa was different.

It wasn’t that Melissa was unintelligent. The trouble was probably that she was too intelligent. I was observing intently. It was lots better than a boring TV program.”

“Mommy,” said Melissa, “how come it was far, far away and not next door? How come it’s always so far away?”

“Well honey,”said Mom, patiently, “that makes it more interesting. Now just listen.”

Melissa shook her head to mean okay.

“There lived a beautiful princess.” Mom continued, still patiently.

“Mommy,” said Melissa, “how come the princess is always beautiful? Not everyone can be beautiful. It isn’t fair.”

Mom started to breathe a little faster. I’ve learned that’s not a good sign.

“Why don’t you go play for now, Melissa.” said Mom.

I whispered softly, “The End.”

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Written  Act of Kindness Award