Prompt from Sandra Crook The buildings appeared pressed together, the nearest a smithy radiated hammer blows. A small structure fed by an overhead rope way was receiving buckets of ore. A hefty hawk eyed fellow drifted nonchalantly in my direction.…
Prompt provided by Bill Reynolds The scars from battle’s fought take a toll. Each handle demons in a different way. A vicious swipe with a cane, or hefty swig of alcohol. A punishing comment, a nervous twitch, all might be…
Photo copy provided by Fleur Lind The sand is gorgeous, every colour of the rainbow,. Lord it is good allowing my feet to penetrate the rippling patterns. But what was I doing here, this was the prison for Saturn’s bad…
Prompt provided by Dale Rogerson Grey wolf was tired. He had used all his ingenuity to avoid capture. Yet he had been driven from the forest up into the high plains. Hunting him had become the dark lord’s priority. Those…
Prompt photograph provided by our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I sit here drinking my coffee, whilst many pass. To where and when only they know. If variety is the spice of life then I maybe I should be drinking a spiced…
Prompt for Friday Fictioneers provided by Jan Wayne Fields Maggie had entered Magpie just to get out of the rain. The place had a eclectic display. A huge red half chair half ottoman first caught her attention, but the eyes…
Prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioneers provided by Rochelle Wishop-Fields Last week I was on holiday in rural Northumberland. I had no computer, phone or camera on purpose, and I managed to lose my reading glasses on day one. So…
Photo provided by Lisa Fox Plants I thought of as weeds, grow unmolested by humanity. I am walking through cow parsley, as the scent of aniseed hangs heavy. Dock leafs the size of spades mingled with nettles as each reach…
