Microfiction challenge: Looking for pebbles

I did sort of half-promise Michael (of Morpeth Road) that I’d post another oddity to inspire some more weird and wonderful stories. This one, by Frederick Leighton isn’t as exotic as last week’s giant rodent, but it’s a painting that I find lovely in its strangeness. See what you think. Can you get a story out of this painting entitled Greek girls picking up pebbles?

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Microfiction challenge #27: Rescue

Another illustration from Virginia Frances Sterret this week. It’s another old French fairy tale (are there new ones?) but don’t let your imagination be limited by the idea of the fairy tale. The story can be anything at all, whatever the image suggests. My eye is drawn to the window behind. Is it stained glass, looking into a cathedral? And the draperies on the left have a distinctly Japanese look to them. Then there are the questions of: who is the girl, is she protecting the deer or is it the other way round, and what’s with the inscrutable cat?  See what you come up with and post the link to your short (whatever) story in the comments before next Thursday. Sod the Christmas shopping; just have fun 🙂

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Microfiction challenge #26: A journey

Back to one of my favourite illustrators for this week’s challenge—John Bauer. It carries on the fairy/folk tale theme that opens up so many possibilities for letting out our inner child. Who are the children on the white horse? Who is leading them and why? Are they searching for something or escaping? Tell me a story to fit John Bauer’s magical illustration and post the link in the comments before next Thursday. As I mentioned before, internet access is a bit iffy at the moment so expect glitches.

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Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Box

This is for Sonya’s three line photo prompt

Photo ©Grant McCurdy via Unsplash

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The alien observer picked up the strange box-like object that sat alone on the edge of the melted asphalt, steaming in the crazy winds that blew from the unchained ocean, wondering if it could be some primitive explosive device, but a quick reading revealed complete inertia, so she shook it.

Peering through the glass window, she saw bright images of smiling faces and leaping playful animals that chased and danced as laughter and happiness poured into her hands.

Recognizing them as memories, she replaced them reverently in the little box and cast it adrift on the last tide of the dead world.

Microfiction challenge The Red Tree: the entries

Once again you produced a beautiful bunch of stories. Many of them in fairy tale style with more or less happy or light-hearted endings. The odd one was darker, but that’s the beauty of interpretation—there’s no right and no wrong way. Thanks again to all of you for participating.

We are in the throes of the laborious process of changing internet provider and something tells me we are about to lose the service (again, but officially this time) for an undisclosed vague period of time. When it comes back, WP might be in another universe as far as I’m concerned, so bear with me. If there’s no prompt tomorrow, I’ll be back sometime.

Michael (poetry Michael)

Petaluna and the Prophecy | The Poetry Channel

Morpeth Michael

Microfiction challenge #25: The red tree | Morpethroad

Pensitivity

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2016/12/02/microfiction-challenge-25-the-red-tree/

Kat

Corabelle and the Enchanted Tree | like mercury colliding…

Lorraine

JD ‘s microfiction fiction challenge # 25 the red tree: apricots, apples, grapes, pears, plums – Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

Wordwitch

The Red Tree of Life | Black Cat Alley

Ellen

How Many Pieces of Forbidden Fruits? | Ellenbest24

Irena

Microfiction Challenge: The Red Tree – BOOKS AND HOT TEA

Carol

Veritable – WritersDream9

Lynn

Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge : After the Invasion – Word Shamble

Geoff

And on the twenty-seventh day… #microfiction #flashfiction | TanGental

Kerfe

Postcard Fiction: Sun Dial | method two madness

Merril

The Red Tree: Microfiction | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Jules

(f) Mixed prompts JD/SPF/ Living in a Fantasy (12.7) | Jules in Flashy Fiction

My own

https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/12/07/flash-fiction-mother-vine/

Bill

http://engleson.ca/?page_id=8227

plus bonus late-entry from Hayley

https://thestoryfiles.wordpress.com/2016/12/08/the-red-tree/

and a second even later entry

Meanwhile in the Conservatory

Microfiction challenge #25: The red tree

The image for this week’s challenge is by illustrator Virginia Frances Sterret and comes from a book of French fairy tales. I don’t know which one, and I haven’t tried to find out so as not to get cultural interference in the prompt. Whatever the story, it looks to be a strange one. But then, aren’t all fairy tales on the odd side? What is the leafless red tree with the different kinds of fruit, and who is the girl peering at it? Where are they—garden, castle tower, observatory? And is the girl just peering in idle curiosity or yelling invective? The outspread hand implies some kind of excitement.

I’ll leave you to decide. Please post the link to your story in the comments section before next Thursday. Enjoy yourselves!

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Microfiction challenge Moonlit night: the entries

Bit slow off the mark today with the round up, but it let one last entry slip in under the wire. I really enjoyed the stories this week. They explored the subjects of friendship and loyalty with great thoughtfulness, and I think it says something about your sensitivity that the dog was an important character in your stories.

Ken

https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2016/11/25/true-friend/

Pensitivity

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2016/11/25/microfiction-challenge-24-moonlit-night/

Lorraine

JD’s Microfiction Challenge #24: Anya – Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

Michael

Microfiction challenge #24: Moonlit night | Morpethroad

Neel

neelwrites/fiction/200wordstory/27/11/2016 | neelwritesblog

Lady Lee

Microfiction challenge #24: Moonlit night – Ladyleemanila

Ellen

 Waiting For Iliya. | Ellenbest24

Lynn

Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge : The slap and hush of the water – Word Shamble

Reena

On the backside of Time – REINVENTIONS BY REENA

Geoff

The Memory River #microfiction | TanGental

Merril

Thoughts in the Moonlight: Microfiction | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Kerfe

Postcard Fiction: What She Saw, Part 3 | method two madness

Mine

https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/11/30/microfiction-the-last-of-the-moonlight/

Bill

Moon Spill

 

Microfiction: The last of the moonlight

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This was one of her favourite places. It had been their trysting place years before, when she was just a silly girl and he a callow youth. Her father would have remembered that when her husband’s ‘colleagues’ set out to look for her. She listened, but the only sound was the lapping of lake water and the gentle panting of her dog.

She had been married to the man her father chose for her. Her objections were waved aside. After all, she could never tell him she had already given her heart. As far as her father was concerned, her heart was not hers to give. They had continued to meet, she and her lover, even after her marriage. Especially after her marriage. She would have thrown herself into the lake if he had not been there to take her in his arms and tell her lies about how one day they would be together. They had grown wiser with the years and more prudent in their loving, but not prudent enough.

Her husband might have been different if the times had been kinder, but as a party official, he put aside any feelings of humanity he may have had in order to follow orders without question. When her lover was arrested, someone, hoping for betterment, or simply out of a vicious desire to hurt, told her husband about the liaison. The party machine ground into action. The insult to the party official was to be wiped away in blood. There was nowhere to hide, no one to turn to. And without her lover, there was nothing to hope in any more.

She waited. The dog whined. The whining turned to a low growl. They were coming. She hoped they would be kinder to the dog.

Microfiction challenge #24: Moonlit night

Time to get back to serious subjects after last week’s comedy interlude.

I found this painting, another one by Iliya Repin while I was looking for something else and found it captivating. We can’t see the woman’s face but she appears deep in thought, facing the river but possibly not seeing it. Her dog is watching something, someone arriving the dog doesn’t particularly like? The sparkle of the moonlight on the water, the muted night time colours, the dog lying at the woman’s feet create a beautiful peaceful image, but there’s something waiting just out of sight that is slightly disturbing.

What do you think? Put the answer in a short story and post the link in the comments box before next Thursday. Have fun 🙂

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Microfiction challenge Dragons’ egg: the entries

This was pure fun—no darkness, no evil. Ken’s probably came the closest to a serious story, but most of them, my own included were lighthearted with funny, sweet, cuddly dragons of the most deliciously anthropomorphized kind.

Tomorrow we’ll be back to the serious stuff again.

Michael

Microfiction challenge #23: Dragons’ egg | Morpethroad

Ken

https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2016/11/18/the-dragons-egg/

Pensitivity

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2016/11/18/microfiction-challenge-23-dragons-egg/

Lynn

Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge : Death on Black Wyrm Peak – Word Shamble

Helen

Microfiction Challenge #23 – Dragon Egg | Journey To Ambeth

Hayley

Dragons | The Story Files

Merril

The Golden Egg: Microfiction | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Geoff

Being a Dragon isn’t easy #microfiction #flashfiction | TanGental

Lorraine

Not for JD’s Microfiction Challenge #23, Dragon’s Egg–Could it be . . . – Lorraine & her frilly freudian slip

And mine—couldn’t get a serious story even though I had a second try.

https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/11/18/microfiction-a-beautiful-surprise/

https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/11/23/microfiction-the-philosophers/

Bill

Life is a Dragon, Man!