She says; What’s the ”One Minute Fiction” challenge about?
Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…
Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to my week’s challenge post, so I can easily find it!
So, here is this week’s picture;
The game was easy as long as you don’t make a mistake. All the pins had to be placed precisely and in a certain order. Any wrong move could end in a disaster.
Tracy took it lightly and now, her family has no idea where she is.
There is no restriction on length of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.
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“Spending all your time reading, you’ve disconnected with real life altogether my son”.
“What do you mean dad, I am here every day. I eat with you I discuss how your day is going and you can always count on me for anything you need?”
“I mean your own life. When will you find a job or get interested in someone to make her your life partner?”
“I will find time for those one day I promise. Right now the books are holding my whole attention. I find that when I don’t read I feel lost”
“I hope you do son, I really hope that you do and soon. I don’t want you turning like your uncle who couldn’t find peace even after he died. His ghost haunts the same library when you spend most of your time!”
“Oh… yo….. you mea…..”
Steve stuttered and then his eyes open in wonderment.
“It is my uncle whose presence I feel when I go there”. Now I understand why I feel the urge to go there every day. He is trying to communicate with me. Thanks, dad for telling me!”
Steve bounded out of the door and headed towards the library. He had secrets to uncover. Meanwhile, his dad sat there. Head in his hands and muttering to himself, “what now!”
“Not that much, I just had to keep my arms straight! The green paint was a bit of nuisance though.”
“But how did you stayed up on the wall like a lizard?”
“What do you mean. I was standing on the floor…. What are you looking at? Oh, I see! You’ve holding the picture wrong. Rotate it and you’ll see how it actually was.”
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
I hope the elusive muse visits you and grants a great post to go with this prompt. Happy Fishing!
The Fisherman – Image by KL Caley
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a long stretch of river with a bank at both sides. A Fisherman is present in the foreground his line cast out across the water.
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Fishing was a patient pastime.
Casting the line and then waiting for however long it took for the fish to take the bait.
Josh sat there and as he waited, his mind went back many years, when his father showed him how to cast a line for the first time.
“You have to be very quiet Josh. Noisy boys scare away the fish”, he had said. And Josh learned to be very quiet. That’s why whenever he went fishing, he’d always caught more than his friends.
Now he was eager to teach his child how to fish just like his father had. Just today his wife had told him the good news.
The pessimist sees only the tunnel; the optimist sees the light at the end of the tunnel; what do you see?…
I can’t wait to read your entries with this one, I think it could prove a challenge!
The Tunnel – Image by KL Caley
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a tunnel made from trees, branches and grass. Towards the end are 2 ducks.
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The light inside was green, as it filtered through the branches of the surrounding trees. He leaned against one of the tree stems and breathed deeply. He was safe at last.
There was no sound of his pursuers and all was quiet. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out the bounty. A man’s wallet bulging with cash! Who carries that much cash these days? He thought. I bet he is a shady character and this money was going in for some underhanded deal. I’m sure he has enough to spare. Thoughts were running through his head, trying to justify picking up the wallet where a man had dropped it in front of the Café. A couple of boys had seen him picking it up and had chased him. Probably they wanted a share of the loot.
He started walking towards the other end, taking care not too make any sound. So engrossed was he in his thoughts of how he will spend the money that he failed to observe the ducks at the other end. As his foot collided with one duck, it gave a loud quack and he cursed loudly.
From the other end of the tunnel, a cop appeared, “here you are, and we thought we had lost you! Better come with us quietly now!”
Fandango is the host of Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge
Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.
The photo below is from Reddit.For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a group of people visiting an aquarium looking into a huge tank filled with fish of various sizes.
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“Hey, Alfie, look at these hoards of humans! They are taking our pictures! How cool, I’ll be famous now!”
“They are taking their selfies with us, and that’s because they want to feel important. I’m afraid it won’t earn you any fame”, Alfie replied dourly. He had been here longer than his new friend Maxi.
“In that case, I’ll give them something that will make me famous, or should I say, infamous!” Said Maxine as she rammed the acrylic wall of the water tank with a loud bang. All the humans instantly started taking pictures of the impact.
Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
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Her hands reached out from the grave Trying to identify and hold on to her killers The bony fingers grasped on the decaying leaves You can hear her cries echoing in the empty graveyard You should be afraid, you who are guilty The wrath of the dead is unforgiving
Fandango is the host of Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge
Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.”The photo below is from Antenna at Unsplash.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a group of people in a meeting room participating in a discussion of some sort
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Any questions? Asked Mr Wilson as he finished his talk.
The participants all started asking questions at the same time.
“One by one, if you may!” Mr Wilson said with a smile.
“Sir I am a bit confused”, said Barbara. “You said that the climate change is just a fraudulent theory propagated by pseudo-scientists, but not only very credible names in environmental science have spoken about it but we have seen the effects with our own eyes in the recent years. How do you explain that?“
“Look here miss, I have researched and have not found any evidence of climate change. This is my experience. I’ve published a research paper on it too!”
“And who is funding your research?”, Miller asked in a strident voice for all to hear.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but an oil company is backing my project and research” Me Wilson replied in a defensive tone.
Many faces in the audience showed their disgust as they walked away.
Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…
Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to my week’s challenge post, so I can easily find it!
So, here is this week’s picture;
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Finally it was dawn. He ventured out of the cave, Rusty by his side. They both followed the stream of sluggish water to where the vista opened up.
Art(including pictures and images) should evoke an emotional response in those who are viewing them. That’s why art can leave such a long-lasting and poignant imprint within the depths of our psyche
Your challenge or writing prompt is this:
what emotions or feelings get evoked or aroused in you when you look at this photograph taken by Lynn
Remember, the goal isn’t necessarily to tell me and others exactly what the picture is.
The creative goal for all of us is “what does the picture evoke in you; what emotion; feeling; memory or whatever it may be – what does it arouse in youand to share it that with others.“
Our Week 50 picture was also taken at this local salvage yard not far from the “old homestead.” The photograph pretty much is as it shows. Old musty books on shelves.
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Books, books and more books!
Sheldon stared at the thousands of books crammed into the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. He was quite sure that he wasn’t up to the task of cataloging and sorting them. But he needed this job, it was the only way he could make enough money to pay for his university education.
“I better get down to it, or I won’t be able to attend my lecture”
Reluctantly, he grabbed the step ladder and climbed to the top shelf on one side. The old man must have been crazy about books, he thought. Who keeps so many books in their home?
He reached for the dusty books but to his surprise, his hand just went through them. What’s going on here? He made another attempt but nothing happened!
Now what I should do? Are these books cursed, he wondered. He descended the ladder and went to find the man who had hired him.
“Sir, there’s something weird going on. I cannot hold on to any of the books to take them down!”
“Oh! I forgot to ask you a very important question regarding this job”, the man said. “Are you a book lover? If you aren’t then you won’t be able to do this job. For a person who loves books, this job is easy, but for someone who doesn’t loves books, it’s impossible”
Sheldon stared at him in disbelief, “you mean it’s some sort of magic spell?” “Something like that young man. I should get someone else to do this job. Sorry, it didn’t work out”
Sheldon stepped out of the house a puzzled look on his face. He pocketed the few bucks he was handed for his time.
“No one will believe me if I tell them”, he thought!
