© Ayr/Gray
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (04/05/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
“The band will never be the same without Roger,” moaned Cambria from her perch on the front stoop.
“We’ve been playing the same music for eons,” snapped Claudia from her always-center place. “Largely because of Roger’s abhorrence of rock music. I keep telling you! This is where the industry’s at, Babies.” Continue reading
ForJusJoJan24, on Jan 28, 2024, prompt = CONGREGATE (My observation: WTF did this come from?!)
A thin wind blew through the break in the old growth of Whittler’s Forest, a steady sussurus to accompany the rustling of dark wool cloaks and hoods, and the occasional clip of leather boot against loose stone. None dare speak aloud as they wait. Even a muffled cough – for this had been a wet winter and many suffered the wicked catarrh that had carried off so many of their loved ones – was glared at. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/22/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Zeke was a Schmittyboy from the tip-top of his wrangling hat, to the red-dusted toes of his herding boots. Picture twin moons, Phobos and Deimos, shining in rare alignment over Arizon’s desert plain. Continue reading
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FARM.
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“I dunno, Curley,” sighed Chester to his wife as he held out yet another bucket of French fries over the slop trough, adding, “They’ve been squealing all morning for healthier fats, but still they keep gobbling up whatever garbage we throw down for ‘em.” Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (11/24/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
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Temperature fluctuations from global warming had made our job a lot more challenging. If crime-solving technology had kept up to environmental press, we might’ve had a chance in solving this case that’d happened sometime in the snowy months. As it turned out, the body hadn’t been discovered until Third Spring Thaw. We were called in determine: murder, or societal neglect? Continue reading
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