Monday, January 21, 2019

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

This week is a picture prompt week. Our writers can pick from any of these pictures to use to inspire their stories. The writers are limited to 300 words only for their stories. Click on the writer's name to go to their blog and read their work. 

Imagine having a centipede skitter over the nape of your neck after you’ve gone to bed but not being able to leap up to brush the bug off because the damn sun might touch you and turn you to dust. 

Due to the tight quarters at this end of the table, her hip was pressed against his.

She willed herself to speak slowly and softly. “Grandma…what year is it?”

It struck again like lightning across the sky. The sight froze the blood in her veins.

Maggie climbed the subway stairs, anxious to reach the street and fresh air.

Snow fell quietly out the window, and my baby rested his sleeping head on my bosom.

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