Libraries are Fun
Friday Fictioneers, a prompt from Nancy Richy Some libraries can appear outdated, many years ago I had the opportunity to visit two such libraries. Both were in neglected stately houses. Each library was damp if not wet. I was not…
Tales of Old Ireland
Prompt provided by Dale Rogerson Yes I live in a hovel, but it’s my hovel. I have a bed, a chair, and there’s a black iron kettle hanging in the fire hole. What’s more I don’t need a tinker to…
A Bed Time Story, from Old Ireland
Prompt photograph from Lisa Fox. Now listen son, I told you do not fly at night, for you might fly into a dragon… The dragon turned the heat down, for he did not relish roast bird. No true vegetarian dragon…
The Bridge of Lies
Look deep into the misty glass. Prompt from Roger Bultot… The Elephant and a Camel set the trap. Overhead a lone red single winged plane circled. The public house was a perfect foil, typically Banbury-shire, rustic farmers were knocking back…
Levitating Cities
Prompt from Mr BInks Floating high above planet earth gave a clear view of the devastating outcome of humanity’s rule over the planet. Now the recolonisation of earth from Mars was under way. No one was allowed to touch the…
In the Zone
Prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I am sat out side a well known coffee house, all around me people and dogs are chattering. Thousands of stories are drifting past me,. yet I do not feel able to tell even one. Indeed…
An Elegy for Robbie
A elegy for Robbie. Today I am sad, a dear friend and companion has passed away. At fifteen he still had the aura of a young dog. Not a single grey hair to be seen and so strong, until Sunday…
The Forest of Elmet
Photo prompt from Dale Rogerson… The forest of Elmet is beautiful. Yet when night comes most mortals fear the forest. Here at St Martins, at night we light a beacon to guide those who are lost. However I wonder am…
Lisa and Sandra are responsible
Prompt from Lisa Fox,…which stirred old memories Giant marsh marigolds glow in the sun, cool water runs over my toes. The sound of laughter fills the air. We hold hands and enter into a dell, under a canopy of flowering…