That Escalated Quickly

This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!

“No fair. You know this place like the back of your hand,” he complained.

“That’s true only if I’ve seen my hands thirteen times in my life, to be exact,” she retorted.

You say you’ve planted a tree every time you climbed up here?

“And today it’s your turn.”

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A photograph of a fortress/prison on an island.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

The prisoner, with black, shaggy hair scaled the walls of the prison. He was leaving behind nasty memories of prison induced depression as he plunged into the icy cold sea.

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Taken For A Ride (Part 2/3)

Part 1: Welcoming Death

Part 3: The End

Part 2

Photo Prompt Of A Horse.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by ©pricelessjoy.

As I walk I notice a horse trotting on the farm. The farm boy was running away, jumping over a fence. I squinted and I‌ saw an unconscious figure on the ground. It struck me that this was the local postman and his horse. With roads like the ones in our village, it made sense to use a horse to deliver the post. Help was on its way as the farm boy ran in the direction of the local hospital.

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Day 18: Best Served Cold

Today’s prompt: write this story(the first paragraph is already provided) in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

Today’s twist: Build this twelve-year-old as a character.

The neighbourhood has seen better days for Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone remembered. She raised a family of six boys, who’d all grown up and moved away. Mr. Pauley had passed away three months ago. With no source of income, she fell back on her rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police came to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.


Or so they say. It could even be more. I never knew them personally, save two reasons. My dad used to work with Mr. Pauley. And I used to live with them.

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Day Five: Welcoming Death As An Old Friend

Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

Part 2: Taken For  A Ride

Part 3: The End


A disclaimer: This is a purely fictional post. Partly inspired from Hamlet, though. Any other similarity with characters living, dead or created would simply be co-incidental.
Point Included Later: And this is the first part of the series. The links to the next parts can be found below.


Thoughts of suicide have been haunting me for quite some time. Actually, I’ve been bringing those thoughts inside my head. Ever since I was framed for fraudulent practice in my institution. I have always been a high flier. But jealousy probably made her accuse me and get me debarred from the university.

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