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This weeks prompt photograph is provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The silence was frightening, nothing moved, nothing lived. Pristine sands. The deep blue ocean. So still. Once there would have been shadows cast by life. But now. No trees, no grasses,…

Prompt photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Try as I might, I could not move. I saw the knife, blood on my clothes. A pair of pale blue eyes had stared accusingly at me. I tried telling myself it was him…

Photo prompt copyright Lisa Fox Ma called her family to follow her down the worn staircase and through a string of cobwebs. It did not appear that the tunnel which linked the house on the hill to the old cattle…

Doing the waggle on icy roads Joan lived on the thirteenth floor. You could feel the tower block swaying. However what worried me the most, was that Joan believed she was a queen bee. She told me that she was…

I am late to the party this week. I was preoccupied with another project, which failed. Just as our national leaders are failing to stop Putin… Photo prompt from Roger Bultot Well we all wanted change, but no one knew…

Prompt photograph Dale Rogerson Judy is very old, but she still moves and carries herself with style. Her coat is thick and golden, and silky smooth. In her long life she has devoured a vast amount of knowledge. Her desire…

Photo copyright Bill Reynolds For twenty plus years Stan had been restricted to his home. Several attempted interventions came to nothing. The visiting community worker was his last opportunity to return to a normal life. With hesitant steps Stan made…

Prompt photograph from Na’ama Yehuda My name is Judd and I have a story to tell. The police have taken my shot gun away. Apparently I had been firing through my house windows. I told the police that I was…

So I am challenged again my Rochelle’s photo, can I rise to its challenge Dragons and sprites inhabit the upper reaches of Saturn, but the true guardians of the planet live deeper. To our minds they may appear as ghosts,…

Prompt photo by Ted Strutz The minuscule worm munched and munched away with vigour. In particular he chewed with relish on the oldest hand made paper. His favourite was a two thousand year old bible. Its ancient pages were bound…