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THE FOLLY: My Entry for KL Caley’s #WritePhoto Prompt

The Folly – Image by KL Caley

A folly is a building usually constructed strictly for aesthetic pleasure.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an almost symmetrical brick folly with gothic style arched doorways at either side.


  • Each Thursday at Noon GMT the #writephoto prompt will be posted on New2Writing.
  • Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.
  • Please have your entries linked back to the original prompt post by the following Tuesday at Noon GMT.
  • Link back to this post with a pingback and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up.
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  • Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.
  • There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.
  • Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.
  • By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.


“Hurry up, Josh!”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming,” grumbled fifteen-year-old Josh from behind Ingrid, his twin sister.

She twirled around as he slowly caught up, trudging up the steep hillside. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she breathed, taking in the colours and sounds of this secluded area far away from the cobbled streets and noisy carriages of their busy town.

Josh grunted in reply as he collapsed on the grass, trying to catch his breath. Ingrid had said they were skipping today’s French lesson for a ‘lovely break’, not for this torturous hike!

“Can we just sleep here for a while?” he suggested.

“What a bore, Josh. We’ve come here to have a jolly time! Just look at this place—it’s got so many exciting things to offer!”

“Like what?”

“Like trees! You’d promised you’d teach me to climb them. There’s also plenty of space to run around and play catch! Or…”

Ingrid’s voice trailed away as she suddenly noticed a stone structure not very far from where she was standing. She stepped sideways to get a better view of it. Her whole face lit up instantly. “Or we could head there!” She pointed at the gothic-style, somewhat dilapidated building.

Josh sat up, craning his neck in the direction of her finger. “What is that?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but seems fun! How about a game of hide-and-seek?”

Her brother guffawed. “Hide-and-seek? You couldn’t possibly find a place to hide there—it’s got archways that lead nowhere and the walls look like they’ve fallen in!”

“Well then,” Ingrid skipped over to the stone platform between the two arches, “why don’t we use this as a stage? Imagine we’ve got an audience in front of us and we’re putting on a show for them…I say, it’d feel exactly like performing A Midsummer Night’s Dream at the theatre Mummy had taken us to last month!”

“Hmm,” wondered Josh. He’d always been a fan of literature (so much so, he’d even memorised some of Shakespeare’s plays word for word!) but too shy to actually try his luck at dramatics—especially in front of his buddies. No harm in practicing here, using this silly time with his sister as pretext. “Alright, let’s do that.”

The duo frolicked and laughed as they churned out their own version of the play they’d watched before, all the while unaware of the presence of a stranger in the woods. The maiden watched them with a smile from behind a tree, muttering an incantation into the breeze before disappearing amidst the wilderness.

They spent an hour running from arch to arch, playing multiple characters, sometimes taking the spotlight at the centre, and finished their performance with a gracious bow to their invisible audience. Flushed, the siblings got off the stone structure through the archway on the right and plopped down on the soft ground.

“Now that’s what I call a well-deserved break!” exclaimed Josh, admiring the view from the top of the hill. “It’s getting late though—”


“—and Mummy might already be suspecting our whereabouts…”



“Look at your clothes,” said Ingrid, very pale.

Confused, he looked down at his shirt, only to see himself decked up as the fairy king from the play. He was shocked to see his twin dressed similarly.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he whispered.

Ingrid nodded.

This was no ordinary forest; what pure folly it was to believe that this folly would be no different either.


An aspiring writer, among many other things. Loves crafting memorable, heartwarming slice-of-life stories. Enjoys creating magical, fantastical adventures for readers to immerse themselves in!

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