Unicorn Challenge

Bells

/ Liz H-H / 18 Comments
Two people exiting teh arched entryway of a very large church

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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt for THE UNICORN CHALLENGE (01/10/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

“I’m not so sure about this.” Maisie, hands in sweatshirt pockets, looked sidewise at Ted. “Why are we doing this again?”
“Because it’s what we’ve always done.” Ted’s hands were calloused from many years of woodworking, and his strong, blunt fingers rasped across his unshaven jaw. He’d gladly traded his family business’ corporate ID for the scent of fresh wood and aromatic finishers. But the family’s silent disapproval of his choice still smarted.                    Continue reading →

Haunted or Hunted?

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Black Side gate of a country cottage, except there's a red door behind it, and it looks like a face. Read on!

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“I’m telling you, I’m not going to their cottage for the weekend!”

“Whyever not?” Perplexed I was, that once again, he was refusing. “It’s not like we’re going for the fox hunt. Haven’t done that for years!”                    Continue reading →

Midnight Magic

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Daytime photo of the outside of the Cafe Les Deus Magots in Paris

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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (11//22/24). No more than 250 words in length.

“You’re sure this is the place?” Annette’s skepticism dripped thick as winter molasses on Remy’s spirit. Hunching his shoulders deeper into his Tennessee logger’s shirt, he regretted again suggesting it to the freshman Literature major.        Continue reading →

Midnight Sun 5

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Small house on a rocky moutain top, cloudy sky and evergreen healthy

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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 11/01/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

It was slow going, but once they’d gotten through the heavy new growth at forest’s edge, the journeywoman relaxed in the saddle and let Horse take the lead following the glacial stream. The further along they went, the broader the tree trunks, and the greater the space between them. She’d not slept well the night before and the slow, undulating climb had lulled her into a dream. Or perhaps it was a vision? Continue reading →