2. Strepitous- adjective boisterous, noisy✔️
3. Platitude- noun a flat, dull, or trite remark, especially one uttered as if it were fresh or profound.✔️
The musical evening came to a strepitousend. Thesetypesof concerts were his forte. He was now familiar with the artists and had learned to roll with their ever changing demands. He would hustle to meet the requirements of the artists. But later that day, while picking up his laptop, he noticed the cursor blinking on the screen. He clicked on it and a green tufted image appeared. It was a warning sign that someone had tried to open his personal files. He just couldn’t suppress his angry thoughts and decided to pack up and quit. He threw his clothes and paperbacks in a plasticbag and started out of the door where he met the manager, who tried to calm him down with empty platitudes. But he had had enough!
The store room in the basement of the mall was crammed full of discarded things. In one corner, a pile of broken, damaged and broken mannequins was waiting or someone to pay attention to them.
Michelle came down to look for something to fit the demands of the company who were displaying their winter range in their store. Her eyes landed on the male mannequin, which was wrapped in plastic. It was intact except for it’s face which had been vandalized. The features of the faces we’re dug out by someone who wanted to express their grudge. She thought it fitted ty he brief of the company perfectly.
Hauling it upstairs with the help of another employee, she cleaned it up the best she could and dressed it in the latest winter wear provided for display, but she let the plastic wrapping remain on the face.
The company slogan was, ” Our clothes are for you, even when you’re not in your perfect mood”
Welcome to Sunday Photo Fiction! Here is this week’s photo, your challenge is to use the picture as inspiration to write a story in200 words or less.
It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.
Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest.
Your line for this week is:
“Never burn a bridge you could push them off later.”
“Never burn a bridge you could push them off later” these words of his father echoed in his ears as he crossed the bridge and stepped on the other side. He was starting a new chapter in his life. Burning bridges would be an accurate description of this move. He had quit his job, sold his house and car and was moving bag and baggage to a new country. His wife didn’t think that it was the right decision but she loved him and was waiting for him to settle in his new job before joining him. He wondered how the people who had made fun of his decision would react when they will find out the lucrative salary and perks he was being given here. Maybe they will want favors from him, maybe they would want him to look for similar opportunities for them too, he thought. That would be what his father meant, that he could push those selfish people off the bridge of friendship.
After looking through all his cupboards, storage boxes and everywhere he could think of, he finally called his mother.
“Hey mom, do you remember the record collection that grandad left to me, I can’t find it anywhere, any ideas where it could be” there was a long pause on the other side “I donated to the local charity to raise money for our church”
“Oh, mom don’t you know these records are now selling for a high price because they are in vogue again” He said with great disappointment.
I got the idea from a post by Fandango, where he wanted to sell his collection of old comics/ records and couldn’t find it! ( I don’t recall if it were both or one)
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
Online bookings are so convenient. We can plan the whole trip just sitting in our comfy chair. Everything taken care of, air tickets booked and hotel reservations done.
It was the same for us last summer. We had every detail planned to the nth degree.
Traveling in summer is always hectic because of the sheer number of people traveling but it was not bad. The shuttle from the airport to our hotel was comfortable and we were picked right away, on time. We were so glad that the arrangements were so good.
When we reached the hotel, it was as if all the bad luck that could have befallen us on the trip, was hitting us in one fell sweep.
There was a few feet of water surrounding the main building of the hotel, the steps leading up were also underwater. We checked and rechecked the address and location to see if a mistake was made. But no, this was what we had booked for our week long stay…..
My husband rolled up his jeans and ventured inside to talk about a refund with the hotel management.
Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
When you’re done, TAG the post Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, and add your link to the Link Button. Also don’t forget to link to this post or copy your post’s URL into the comments. We can read your post sooner that way.
Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
So here is the picture for this week:
And the Words: “The man Jack sniffed the air. Then, without hurrying, he began to walk up the hill.” – From Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book.
Jack didn’t want to visit the old graveyard. The gravestones were broken, laying at drunken angles giving a depressing air to the whole scene. Mostgraves were so old that they had sunk half into the ground. The man, Jack sniffed the air. Then, without hurrying, he began to walk up the hill. He had decided to shift his business to someplace which wasn’t so dreary. Though he was a gravestone engraver by profession, he also had to think of his mental state. He knew that there was a village up the hill and was hoping to find work there.
Crispinais the host of Crimson Creative Challenge.
She’s was done. She’s rested her tired arms and sat down to take a few relaxing breaths. Now she needed to thread the metal spiders she and her daughter had made last night to complete the setting up of the scene. It was a project that she had wanted to do since the local council had decided to give a touch of whimsical to this corner of the Nature Park. And since Halloween was just around the corner, it would be even more fun for the visitors to the park.
She took out the black metal spiders and started to place them strategically around the web. When done, she took out her phone and started to take pictures. An amazing sight met her eyes when she saw the metal spiders moving on the web. She looked closely to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her…….
Right in front of her her eyes, one of the spiders looked at her and smiled. “
Hi! Thanks for setting up my home. Now you better run along as things are about to get tricky here”
She was sure that she was hallucinating and grabbed her bag and left in a hurry.
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just forFUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE