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STRAIGHT OUT OF A FAIRYTALE: My Entry for Sonya’s TLT #296

photo by Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash

https://only100words.xyz/2021/09/30/three-line-tales-296/

HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

………

Nina had wandered too far away from the rest of the group; continuing to trudge further south through the thick woods was her only hope of ever finding a way out.

Exhausted, she noticed the dark silhouette of a cottage in the fading daylight…yes, she thought, perhaps I could rest her for a while.

Nina was overjoyed to hear a multitude of voices coming from within, so she knocked on the door—it was answered by a girl whose lips were red as roses, hair black as ebony, and skin white as snow.

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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.

https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/09/16/writephoto-folly/

HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS:

  • 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.
  • Please click their links to visit the blogs of other contributors and take time to read and comment on their work.
  • 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—”

“Josh?”

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

“Josh!”

“What?”

“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.

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My Entry for KL Caley’s #WritePhoto Challenge- Portal

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected in the surface.

https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/08/26/writephoto-portal/

HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS:

  • 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 the original post with a pingback and/or leave a link in the comments, to be included in the round-up.
  • Please click their links to visit the blogs of other contributors and take time to read and comment on their work.
  • 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 your post will be linked to for the round-up each week.

………

I was on my regular morning walk when Kayla called. I stopped by the kerb as I fished out the ringing phone from my sweatpant pocket.

“Hey, wassup?” I asked.

“Have you seen my text?” she asked, completely ignoring my cheerful greeting.

“Um, no—?”

“Well, go look at it now! I’ll stay on the line.”

“OK,” I replied, very taken aback. What on earth had gotten into her today? Nevertheless, I tapped on the notification at the top of my screen and saw the single picture Kayla had sent me just two minutes ago (Huh, how very patient, my inner voice scoffed). It was of an ordinary puddle of water that reflected the ordinary leafy branches of the ordinary tree above it.

“Yeah, I saw the pic. What’s so special about it?” I said.

“You see the reflection of the tree in the water?” she fired yet another question.

I was getting a teensy bit annoyed now. “Yes, but—”

“But there’s not a single tree in this place!”

“You know, I think you need some sleep, Kayla. You’ve definitely been overworking.”

“No, that’s not the point! There is zero sign of greenery here except for one leaf right next to the puddle. Don’t you think that’s strange?”

She definitely needs to sleep.

My silence seemed to translate to disbelief (which is true), so Kayla huffed and simply said, “Sending you the location. You need to come. Now.”

Having no other choice, considering it was a long weekend and I had nothing to do, I marched off to the place she’d mentioned. I surveyed the surroundings when I got there after a ten-minute walk; it sure was a concrete jungle, no trees or anything. In that case, maybe this puddle was weird—I had to see for myself.

“Look, here it is,” Kayla beckoned me over as I neared. I bent slightly to get a good look at the reflection. Same as the photo. My friend wore a smug I-told-you-so expression. “What’s more, I tried prodding it with my shoe. And it went right in! I reckon it’s some kind of portal.” She demonstrated.

“OK, that’s cool. And a little scary,” I admitted. “So I think we should head back.”

“Hold on, missy.” She held out her index finger. “Aren’t you gonna try and find out where this actually leads?”

I raised an eyebrow at her; she’d always been the more adventurous one ever since we were kids. I’d usually protest in the beginning of such explorations but later end up tagging along. Was this any different?

“Alright, just this once.” Ah, apparently not.

“Off we go!” we exclaimed together and jumped right in, à la Mary Poppins, then to be transported to a whole different world.

Curious? I’m not giving away any secrets! You’ll have to get through that portal to find out!