The Witch Hunters
Prompt from Ted Strutz After a hearty breakfast of mushrooms on toast, our two intrepid hunter set out to find prey. It was a hard trek crossing Pendle hill, carrying all their paraphernalia. So at noon, when they came across…
Prompt from Ted Strutz After a hearty breakfast of mushrooms on toast, our two intrepid hunter set out to find prey. It was a hard trek crossing Pendle hill, carrying all their paraphernalia. So at noon, when they came across…
Prompt from Fleur Lind Most days something special happens, and then I try to write down the amazing thoughts that cross my mind, but I my muse will not cooperate. So tonight I am fighting back. Yes it’s like having…
Prompt from Roger Bultot Recently I have been frustrated by my writing. I find myself able to develop material, but not in a vein that I find satisfying… I have therefore reluctantly decided to stop posting material,… until I get…
Prompt provided by Alicia Jamtaas With a beautiful coat Autonue believed she was a princess… But she was being told that her duty was to work hard, to carry and fetch as required. She really felt undervalued. She watched as…
Photograph prompt provided by H Hardy Carroll I felt the pressure as he laid his hand on my shoulder. Turning round I saw a tall well turned out chap. His uniform was immaculate. The red band on his cap, told…
Prompt provided by Fleur Lind The old farmhouse had suffered terrible, a gaping wound allowed the winters chill to seep into every corner. Yet we and the beasts entered. The icy blast was reduced but not eliminated. Smashed furniture and…
Prompt photo from Roger Bultot I have arrived at the neglected premises of a book binder… Wellingborough has tasked me to arrange the binding of his manuscript. He is to publish it, he is determined that the discovery of a…
Prompt. from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields If Cowpe is on your pathway, then seven plus one makes sense. The farm was the last property before reaching the moors. From here on mules and donkey’s were the only way to transport goods. Which…
Prompt provided by Dale Rogerson. The owl perched high, watched the otters gnawing wood. Soon the mice would have to swim for their life. Till then the owl reflected on hunting in the good old days. When she could catch…