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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!

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My Entry for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

This Week’s Prompt (Aug 5) ROUND THE WORLD.

https://amanpan.com/2021/08/05/eugis-weekly-prompt-round-the-world-august-5-2021/

HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS: Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your blog that responds to the prompt. It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. Remember to keep it family friendly; this needs to be a safe and fun space for all.

Link your blog to Eugi’s Causerie with a pingback. You may also place a copy of the URL of your post in the comments of the current week’s prompt. Responses posted prior to the next Thursday prompt release can be included in the Roundup.

………

People called him crazy. But Callum Riviera never took it to heart, considering that all inventors of his era were labelled just that by so-called critics.

Today, after nearly three years of intensive research and manual labour, he was confident he’d blow their minds away with his finest piece so far—the Rota Celestia.

“How’s it goin’ to be any different than the London Eye?” asked a newspaper correspondent, adjusting his glasses sceptically. “We’re not here for another amusement park ride, y’know.”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Callum replied with a grin, proceeding to cut through the crowd that had gathered to watch the unveiling. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he then announced at a podium set up in front. “I’d like to invite the bravest and most curious ones present here to come aboard the Rota Celestia for the experience of a lifetime.”

“Well, why don’t you tell us what makes it so extraordinary? Then we’ll ride,” said a woman carrying a very plump child in her arms.

“I’m afraid it would ruin all the fun, ma’am. But since you insist, I’ll venture to say that this invention of mine transcends science, and enters the world of…magic.” At the last word, he pulled a lever. The great wheel came to life and slowly began turning about its axle. “Hop on now, one by one.”

A steady trickle of people made their way from the crowd towards the giant wheel and took their seats in each cabin. When that was done with, Callum gave a signal to his assistant on the side, who worked a combination of levers and buttons before signalling back.

The next moment, the Rota Celestia picked up pace. Some colourful lights fixed to the cabins’ sides flickered on. Callum waited with bated breath as he observed it all slowly unfold. Any moment now, he thought.

And surely enough, they beheld the miraculous sight: as though attached to a pulley, the evening moon was drawn by the rotating wheel. Closer and closer it came, until it was almost as big as the wheel itself. The passengers as well as the bystanders on the ground gasped in astonishment.

Callum beamed. From the corner of his eye, he saw the same newspaper correspondent from before drop his notepad. His next announcement would definitely surprise the man even more.

“That is not all, folks! What use would it be if we brought the Moon closer and didn’t set foot on it?”

Murmurs emanated from the crowd. Walk on the Moon without having to travel to space? This was unbelievable!

“Come on, my passengers! Step out one by one very carefully until you feel solid moon surface under your feet!” Callum hollered from below.

Despite being fearful, they heeded his words; within minutes, about twenty people were already dancing on the Moon (I’m sure it looked as crazy as it sounds!).

Photographers clicked away, journalists scribbled away and more members of the public came down to the site, hoping to get onboard the magical Rota Celestia.

By the time the passengers were finally brought down to Earth, the crowd was unmanageable. They were pushing against the barricades, demanding to be given a seat. Callum was admittedly a bit disgruntled—that is, until he was struck by another brilliant idea.

“Silence, silence! Every one shall get a chance to be a passenger, but under one condition,” he said, his voice ringing. Pulling out an empty carton from somewhere, he snatched the newspaper correspondent’s fancy pen and began writing on one side of it. He showed it to the people.

“‘Fee: 3 dollars per person?’” read the correspondent in disgust. “You’re charging now?”

“Might as well make a good business, sir. Maybe even start a company. But the point is, it’s affordable.” Callum handed the pen back to him.

“Thank you,” the man said curtly, pocketing it.

Just as he turned to go, Callum stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Actually, do me a favour and write this in your headline:

Fancy a quick trip to the Moon and back?

Your best choice: Budget Galactic.”

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THE SUBSTITUTE: My Entry for Cyranny’s 1MinFiction

HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS: Each week a prompt will be posted by Cyranny on Cyranny’s Cove to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards.

Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to the week’s challenge post, so Cyranny can easily find it!

So, here is this week’s picture:

https://cyranny.com/2021/07/21/july-21st-1minfiction-challenge/

………

Mrs Claus watched her husband pace back and forth in their cosy, candy-scented living room.

“What’s the matter dear?” she asked, concerned.

“I’m perplexed!” he replied, stroking his long white beard. “It’s only July, yet this morning I received so many letters from children with their wishlists! How can this be?”

He scanned the addresses scrawled on each of the envelopes. They were all from Australia.

“Oh, I get it now—the southern hemisphere has begun celebrating ‘Christmas in July’! Quite unconventional, but I must find a way to deliver their presents…”

“But dear, aren’t all the reindeer on holiday?” his wife pointed out. It was only a short summer up here in the North Pole after all.

“Oh.” That dealt a heavy blow to St Nicholas’ confidence indeed.

“And the elves too?” She grimaced. That was also true; the elves had been given the weekend off.

Santa stopped in his tracks, frowning.

As though reading his mind, Mrs Claus suggested, “Why don’t you take the blue bicycle from the garden instead?”

“Bicycle? How on earth am I supposed to achieve this feat with a bicycle?”

“Well, you’re Santa, you can do anything!” She laughed heartily.

Hmm, maybe I can, though Santa Claus, smiling as he looked at the bicycle’s blue body glinting in the daylight. Wasn’t the sky blue too? Ahh, no problem then—he would still be unseen, only differently this time!