The exhibition is supposed to be a forum for us to express and showcase our art.
So, I fail to understand why attendees look at our masterpieces with looks of disbelief.
Is it perhaps the prolific use of neon paints?
Or can it be the optical sublimity of our strokes on paper?
Surely the fault cannot lie with us, if not our illustrations.
Have they never seen mice paint before?
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox
Prompts –
“A Single Bullet Deleted His Future.”
Prompt – Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #69 – December 19, 2020
She hides from him – his hungry eyes and itching hands.
She hides silently, waiting for him to come closer.
She hides, but the scars on her back and the bruises on her legs stand exposed
She hides with bated breath, listening closely to his approaching steps.
She hides, as he calls out to her in his sickening, singsong voice.
She hides the blade behind her back, right until the moment he is in range.
The knife plunges deep, penetrating into his shallow soul.
Now, she hides no more.
Word Count: 88
Prompts:
Beth and Ben stared at the mess lying on grandpa’s bed.
They took one last look inside the wardrobe they had freshly emptied. Dejected, they ran down the stairs to their grandfather. Puffing their cheeks the little twins stood between grandpa and the television.
“Grandpa is a liar,” the two declared in unison.
Grandpa adjusted his spectacles.
“When did I lie?”
The kids led him up to his bedroom. They pointed to the empty wardrobe.
“You said grandma kept her treasures here before going to heaven.”
Grandpa smiled looking at the mess on his bed.
“I never lied. They’re here.”
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Friday Fictioneers 25th Oct 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Prompt:
Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #7 – October 12, 2019
Image Credit – Mayank Kumarr
The chest lay untouched.
All us cousins knew we weren’t to go near it. Grandma had made that clear. However, on a boozy night, our curiousity got the better of us. I accepted the dare to open it. There lay grandpa’s corpse, one eye staring at us.
A knife plunged through the other.
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
Dad was always mysterious.
Mother quarreled with him over his secretive lifestyle. However, he never changed his ways. He would spend hours in our library, buried under piles of books. He never seemed to read them, rather he just skimmed through. Mother had developed a resentment towards books and did not step inside the library, and I simply wasn’t allowed there. One day, while dad was away on a trip, I snuck in. I wore his glasses and began going through his books. It was then I understood his obsession. The glasses highlighted certain words – clues.
To grandpa’s treasure maybe?
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 13th September 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
I peeked through my window blinds.
The city was bathed in the golden rays of the morning sun. It was pretty, but there was nothing out there for me. No cause to step out. In fact, I doubt anyone had any reason to step outside now.
But, the radiation was reason enough to stay in…
Character Count: 280
Prompt:
It has been four days now.
For four days we have been trapped in this bunker as those dastardly planes bomb our city relentlessly. The torrential explosions in the day are followed by distant detonations in the night. It then that we venture out of the bunker. A group of four or five at a time. We make a run for the storeroom and grab food for those in the bunkers. The devils in the sky think they can make us quit with their rain of hellfire. That won’t happen. We will never give up.
Long live our Fatherland!
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
Carrot Ranch September 5 Flash Fiction Challenge
The Dark Netizen 