This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Jadis yanked Emme’s arm forward. “We’ve got to get to the next escape passage.” Emme bent over and put her hands on her knees breathing in fast and hard. After catching her breath, she stood. He was there. On the hill in the
Compromised Emme couldn’t remember the last time she’d left Castle Cahercasey, her guard never left her alone. She knew the risks. The danger. Someone wanted her dead. The Three had protected her, but it wasn’t without a steep price. So many lives lost. Yet she still had no idea why. They keep telling her she
50 Word Thursdays # 42 The rules: Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find
Elle hated the way they looked at her. She despised it. For the past twenty years, no one spoke to her, maybe a wave here or a nod, perhaps a casual hello. Nothing more. Yet the looks they gave her gnawed at her. When would it end? If they only knew the truth Another month
We’re ready for lunch. This weeks theme: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of things that makes you nostalgic. Here’s how it works: Each week, Nancy will come up with a theme and post a photo that she think fits. You take photographs based on your interpretation of
For the recipes go to the food tab and select recipes. This weeks theme: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of things that makes you nostalgic. Here’s how it works: Each week, Nancy will come up with a theme and post a photo that she think fits. You
Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. Miriam landed outside, in the open, on a deserted street. At least she hoped it was deserted. If someone saw her… The thought made her shudder. What the hell is going on? This is the fifth time in three weeks they
Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. “Hey Carrie, still done at five? Dinner and shopping remember?” “Yes, I’ll be ready to go at five.” “Great.” Linda walked to the chip aisle. After staring at the shelves, she decided on Red Hot Chips. On the way to the
Baking with Grandma. This weeks theme: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of things that makes you nostalgic. Here’s how it works: Each week, Nancy will come up with a theme and post a photo that she think fits. You take photographs based on your interpretation of the
Phyllis stared at her grand-parent’s old house. So many memories. Jacks on the porch (Grandma cheated), Hi-Ho! Cherry-O, cards. Grandpap listening to the radio. Her family sitting on the porch talking and laughing. She missed stopping with her friends and Grandma giving them snacks and drinks. Anyone who stopped would be treated with something homemade
