Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–December 18th, 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 counting 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: Human Interest Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words


The Buddhist monk entered the ancient temple on the high mountain and knelt in front of the large statue of the Buddha.

The monastery temple was cold but his mind was elsewhere. He followed Lamrim, the stages of the path to enlightenment.  Fingering his wooden prayer beads, he murmured the chant of meditation.

He meditated on his past life much of which had been in the monastery. His mother was poor and had brought him here as a child.

The other monks gradually came and knelt, each following his own path. Some had come as little more than children and others when older. It was hard to tell age. Their heads were shaved and they all wore similar attire, a sea of orange.

Incense was lit, the smoke winding its way upward. All hoped their souls would become part of the eternal whole.

This was the scene that greeted the weary traveler as he entered and knelt with them. He wasn’t a Buddhist, but also searched for enlightenment.

His life had been a search for true love but it had evaded him. Great wealth was his but no peace. Sadly, neither could be bought. He’d tried.




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Doll parts

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted byBarbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara 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: Children’s Fiction

Word Count: 3+15+150=168 Words


After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart. It was a good thing she snapped together like pop pearls.

The baby pulled Debbie apart about twice a week. It was always the same. Meg, three, would forget her on the floor. Gloria, ten months, would find her.

“Dolly,” Gloria would shout.

First, off would come Debbie’s head (pop), then her arms (pop-pop) then her legs (pop-pop). It was always the same. Gloria would then crawl away from the scene of the naughty act.

Meg would come back and start shouting, “Mom-e-e-e!”

Mommy would come and on would go Debbie’s head (pop), then her arms (pop-pop), then her legs (pop-pop).

Mommy would tell Meg, “Don’t leave Debbie on the floor.”

Meg, tears running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin, would say, “Yes, Mommy.”

One day Mommy left a lovely set of wooden beads on a side table. Gloria found them.

“Ooh,” she said. She pulled extra hard.

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